Her Wired Dom (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 8)

by Anya Summers

  Her hands went to his muscular shoulders as she rocked her hips. He pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger. The orgasm tore through her. She shuddered and shook as the rest of his cock slid all the way home until she was fully seated over him.

  They moaned in unison.

  Kat rolled her hips as he began shuttling his cock in and out of her quivering passage. His body enveloped hers and pulled her closer until they were plastered together. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she rode him, undulating her hips as he speared her depths. She gasped as he pounded his enormous cock in forceful digs that shook her core. Will fucked her like a man on a mission. Kat met him thrust for thrust. The slapping of flesh joined their cacophony of moans.

  Then Will withdrew his length and moved her off his lap. She whimpered at the loss. Without his strength, she would have melted onto the floor at his feet. He stood, pulling her over to his desk, an L-shaped, wooden monstrosity. He bent her front over an unused portion of the desk. The chilled wood was a balm against her heated flesh, her nipples poking at the glossy surface. He positioned her hands above her head so that she could grip the opposite ledge.

  "Keep your hands here, understood?"

  "Yes, Sir," she panted.

  He spread her legs. From this position, her legs dangled an inch or so off the ground. The giant man must have had his desk custom made for his larger frame. His hands spread her folds, his long finger caressed her labia and teased her clit. She needed his length inside her again, craved the extra full feeling of his enormous cock.

  Just when she was about to plead for more, his tongue swiped against her clit. She gasped as his mouth descended and ravished her pussy, swirling around her nub as it swelled and engorged from his fervent attention as he slurped at the bud. And then his tongue plunged inside her pussy in forceful thrusts that drove her wild. She wanted more—needed more—but he seemed to take his time, devouring her pussy with relish.

  "Mmm, your cream tastes like heaven, kitty cat," he murmured against her folds, and she felt the vibrations of his words all the way into her core.

  She gripped the ledge of his desk as pleasure bombarded her system. Kat's body spiraled and tightened on itself as he lapped at her clit. He bit down on the delicate nub and an orgasm rocked her body.

  "Ahhh." She keened and ground her hips, thrusting her rear back toward his plunging tongue. He drank at her cream, her pussy quivering and clenching as he drove her body up another peak with only his mouth. He feasted on her cunt, licking her clit with single-minded determination.

  Kat's body was no longer her own. With every swipe of his tongue against her flesh, he claimed her, possessed her, proved that she would never be the same after the storm of his lovemaking. He ate her pussy, commanding a response from her body.

  Kat let go. Pleasure swamped her as she surrendered to his mastering.

  And then he stopped lapping at her pussy. She whined, so near climax she was shaking her head back and forth. The crest of his cock slid through her dripping crease. Kat mewled, attempting to wriggle her hips and push his length inside.

  His hand restrained her hips, not allowing her movement of any kind. He held back from plunging his cock inside her pussy just to torture her and drive her wild.

  "Please, Sir," she whimpered, too far gone to care that she was begging him.

  "Please what? Tell me what you need, kitty cat," he growled, penetrating her folds a mere inch.

  Her body clasped at his member, attempting to draw him further inside. She shuddered and panted. "Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me, Sir."

  Will slammed his cock inside her with a single thrust.

  "Ohhh," she screeched as she came. He didn't give her a moment to descend from her peak. He pulled back and slammed inside her again. The head of his cock pushed against her womb. From this angle, he slid even deeper inside her until she felt his balls slap against her swollen clit. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head at the intensity of pleasure. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the flesh. He thrust his pelvis and pounded his cock inside her pussy.

  Kat held on, gripping the desk ledge. Will's hands gripped her harder as he hammered his cock inside her sheath. The combination of his balls striking her clit and the furious pummeling of his cock created electric shocks of pleasure sparking from her clitoris to her womb.

  "Ohhh," she mewled as her system imploded. Her pussy clenched around his cock as he canted his hips and slammed inside her with such force, she saw stars.

  Will withdrew while her orgasm was still riding her body. He flipped her over onto her back, put her legs up over his shoulders, and was then filling her again with his firm manhood. Her pussy clenched around him as he sank all the way inside. He held still for a moment, allowing her body time to acclimate to the new deeper angle of penetration. Desire had etched itself across his handsome face. Their gazes held as he withdrew slightly before plunging his cock back inside in a rigorous pace with measured strokes. His hands wrapped around her legs just above her kneecaps as he drove her body up, up, up without respite. She was on another plane of sensation. As he drove ever deeper with his cock, her breasts jiggled.

  Pleasure built up in her body with every sure stroke. Will leaned forward, using his weight to add force to his thrusts so that he was nearly pounding her through the desk. He hovered above her, his face mere inches from hers so she could watch the interplay of desire on his face that must mirror her own. He pushed her legs into her chest and tilted her pelvis up, allowing him even deeper access. She moaned.

  Pleasure spiraled as he hammered his cock in unrelenting plunges that shook her to her core. Will's cock lengthened as he rode her body near the point of pain. Kat's body splintered as her release stormed through her system with all the delicacy of a tsunami.

  "Ahhh," she screamed. Waves of pleasure pounded her body. She was delirious in her climax, her body all but melting and re-forging under his.

  Will unleashed his control, jack hammering his cock inside her as her body quaked around his member. His pistoning thrusts extended her orgasm, making her writhe and strain beneath him. It was like he tried to climb inside her and become one with her soul as he pummeled her pussy. His body went rigid. His cock jolted and lengthened. Hot jets of semen erupted inside her, flooding her with warmth. It cascaded through her body, creating another tidal wave in her pussy, and a secondary series of fluttering climax pulsations blasted her already mindless frame.

  "Kat," he bellowed, furiously stroking his cock in her quivering folds as his own release bombarded him. He thrust again and again until every drop of cum had spurted inside her clenching heat.

  Kat's eyes had closed. She lay immobile as her heartrate returned to normal. Will released her legs from the prison of his chest and she moaned at the movement. He shifted them until they were situated at his waist. He surrounded her and pulled her closer until the two were chest to chest. His cock was still embedded in her pussy. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close.

  Kat's very existence had altered with his lovemaking. There would always be a before Will, and an after.

  He cupped her face between his hands and her eyes fluttered open. A wealth of meaning zinged between them. She wasn't the only one this had altered. And then he kissed her with such gentleness, it brought tears to her eyes and made her heart tremble. Her gentle giant.

  After such a violent storm, the sweetness, the deep measured care, was unexpected. Will pulled her body up as he stood, keeping her snug against him. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he carried her from his office back to his bedroom, where he showed her how many times a body could orgasm before exhaustion won out.

  Chapter Six

  A week had passed since that fateful night at Will's. After his devastating rejection in Scotland, discovering the potency of his desire for her had knocked Kat clean off her axis. Will had made love to her again and again that night, proving he had the virility and stamina of
ten men. There was not an inch of her body that went untouched. He had mastered her body, drawing out her responses until she ached for his touch, needed him to feel complete, and would then rocket launch her body into pleasure so profound it decimated her. Kat had spent all day Sunday learning just how many times in one day she could orgasm.

  Her sex clenched at the memory of his compelling lovemaking.

  She should be elated and on cloud nine after such a rollicking sexual encounter. She'd finally scored the man she'd been craving for weeks. Had finally felt all six and a half feet of dominant man surrounding her, possessing her, and delivering the most erotic twenty-four hours of her life.

  And yet, he had dropped her off at her hotel on Sunday night and she hadn't heard a word from him since. Nada. Not a phone call, text message, smoke signal—nothing.

  Kat seemed pre-destined to select men who wanted her for a night, maybe two, but when it came to being someone they committed to for the long haul, they skedaddled. It made her feel broken, like there was something inherently wrong with her, and that the only thing she'd ever be useful for was ballet. Her deepest fear was that she was a one trick pony. That outside of ballet, she would never survive or be considered worthwhile.

  Kat craved the permanence, the stability, and the belonging. More than that, she was starved for affection. She cursed herself and the deep connection she felt for Will. It had been a little slice of heaven to sleep within his sturdy embrace. She'd woken every night since reaching for his warmth, yearning to feel his strength surrounding her again.

  Kat couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so protected, so cherished.

  Maybe she had erred in her judgement and he wasn't a stand-up guy. Maybe he had only caved because, hey, most men wouldn't forego a night of uninhibited sex when it was offered so deliberately. And maybe she was just pathetic. Kat always believed in the goodness of people, that everyone was honest and forthright about their intentions. Was she idealistic? Yes. And it made her so damn naïve.

  In her heart, she knew that wasn't how the world worked. Hell, even within the microcosm of her dance company, there were plots and schemes afoot to usurp other dancers.

  So the fact that she believed in such a thing as soul mates wasn't just naïveté but foolhardy. Just because Will had knocked her off her feet from the moment they met and she'd yet to regain her footing, didn't mean he felt the same way. And he had held himself back a bit, even with all the different positions and the multitude of orgasms, there seemed to have been a part of himself that had been absent.

  She just wished she understood why he hadn't contacted her. Why ask for her number if you weren't going to use it? Oh, she knew men did that to women all the time. But that didn't mean she understood why. Kat was a straight shooter; sly innuendo and insidious deceit weren't even on her radar, nor did they register when someone used them against her. Why say or do something if you didn't mean it?

  And what was it about her that Will had found lacking? Could she entice him again?

  If she'd had his address, she would have showed up on his doorstep. As it was, Kat had to resort to other measures and hope he put in an appearance.

  Steeling her heart as she exited the Uber, that was why she was striding into Dungeon Pleasures on a Friday night, wearing a tight little black leather dress and fishnet stockings. Instead of taking a load off after a brutal week of dual performances with practices every morning, she was on the prowl for Will. Kat was quite literally dead on her feet; every step she took on the blacktop ached. And yet she was so determined, so certain he would be there, that she had slipped those abused and tired feet into killer black stilettos that made her muscular legs appear even longer. All in the hope that Will would be there and that she could entice him into making her scream in ecstasy again.

  Thumping bass proliferated the main floor as she threaded past bodies gyrating to the latest Harbingers number. Kat steeled herself as she entered the Lair. The difference between the two areas was rather abrupt if you weren't prepared for it. Where the first area held all the Pasadena and Los Angeles crowd just coming to visit the hot night club, maybe experience a rather wild fling on the dance floor or in a darkened corner, the second area, the Devil's Lair, was only for the experienced BDSMers and club members. Each member had their own swipe card to insert in the electronic key card box next to the door. It kept the dabblers from entering. The music in the Lair, while just as much of a variety, was understated, with the main focus on the scenes, along with creating a safe, sane, and consensual place for Doms and subs to connect.

  Upon her entry, she spied some rather intense scenes already in progress at which she couldn't help but take a peek. Kat enjoyed viewing a scene and felt her blood hum with excitement. In the first roped off scene area, a submissive was strapped onto a table for some medical play. Her Dom was giving her an embarrassing vaginal exam for the crowd that had gathered to watch. There was also some needle play being done. Kat didn't care for medical play. Her BDSM drug of choice was discipline and pain. Her favorite thing was being flogged or whipped. She had long ago stopped trying to figure out why, and had accepted that it was a part of her make up.

  In the scene area next to the medical one, a Domme was whipping her buxom sub, who was restrained against the brick wall, into a wild, moaning frenzy. The sight made Kat imagine she was the one restrained against the wall with Will meting out her punishment. She craved discipline. She needed it, wanted it like she wanted air to breathe. And she wanted it from Will. The mere thought almost had her moaning out loud in time with the bound submissive's howls of ecstasy.

  After doing a pass of the room with no luck in finding Will, she spotted Tobias monitoring the Lair from a raised dais of sorts in the center. It was a small platform with a circular couch for a three hundred and sixty-degree view of the room. She headed over, hoping that maybe Ophelia was here somewhere.

  "Kitty cat, it's good to see you," Tobias said with a wink.

  "Master T," she nodded in respect, "is Ophelia around tonight?"

  "No, she's home, resting. In fact, I'm just stopping in to fill in for Bret briefly before going home."

  "Is everything all right?"

  "Yes. She's fine. Just tired. It seems our daughter has decided she loves kicking her mother all night long so Lia's barely getting any sleep."

  "Ouch. That's no fun."

  "So how are you getting along in LA?"

  At Tobias's inquisitive stare, she blushed. "All right, I guess. The director's keeping us a bit too busy to worry about enjoying ourselves here." And a certain Dom I want doesn't want me back, but other than that, she was swell.

  "Well the next day off you have, you should come spend the day with Lia and I. I know she'd love the company."

  Actually, Kat figured she could use the girl time, and time away from the company as well. "I'm off on Sunday," she said hopefully.

  "Perfect. Why don't you come out for brunch and spend the day with us?"

  "I'd like that." More than he could possibly know.

  "Then it's a date. I'll have Lia text you the address. And there's my relief. Great to see you Kat, see you Sunday." Tobias gave her a brief, friendly hug before stepping away from the dais and leaving the Lair altogether.

  Kat sank down onto the couch with a dejected sigh. At least she did know a few people outside of her insular dance bubble that she could build friendships on. She liked her dance mates, at least for the most part, but most of the time, that was all she ever did. Kat wanted so much more. She wanted that one person to go home to, who made her want to go home. And not the cold empty apartment space in Manhattan that she called home.

  Kat was so lost in her pity party for one that she didn't notice the Doms until they were on the dais with her.

  "Mind if we have a seat, darlin'?"

  She glanced up. When did Dungeon Pleasures move to the O.K. Corral? The cowboy beefcake—because she could think of them in no other way, with their Levi's, Stetsons, and bare chests—were
what you'd find at an all-male review. They were stunning.

  The cowboy who'd spoken had dirty blond hair the color of sand that was a tad longer than the height of fashion poking out from underneath his black cowboy hat. He slid onto the couch on her left in a flanking move. He had a wealth of facial hair a shade darker than that on his head lining his square jaw. His lion-like eyes the color of molten amber simmered with interest as they raked her form.

  He picked up her hand and gave the back of his a quick buss before he spoke again. "My partner and I couldn't help but notice you were in need of rescuing, fair lady. Might we interest you in a scene tonight?"

  "Um, I—"

  "What my partner, Dax, here is trying to say and failing is, can we buy you a drink and get to know you? I'm Master Nate, by the way. And who might you be, darlin'?"

  Master Nate was smaller than his compatriot but no way less enticing with midnight hair, an angular jaw, and vibrant blue eyes that reminded her of the waters surrounding the Bahamas. He was leaner and taut with, Christ almighty, eight pack abdominals. Nate crowded into her personal space on the couch while Dax pressed into her with his big body.

  Nate held her attention as he traced a calloused finger above her cleavage and she shivered. He obviously thought her body's response was an invitation and pressed closer. She didn't mind his touch. It stirred her desire but that need paled in comparison to Will's scorching fire. Kat had these stud muffins eager to bring her pleasure. Dammit, most subs would break out the streamers and kazoos at attracting such plentiful, handsome bounty. Except, for Kat, it wasn't Nate's touch she craved.

  Kat desired Will above all else. She wished it were Will's finger, hand, or any other part of him stroking her, enticing her body. And unfortunately for her, that just wasn't realistic.