Her Wired Dom (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 8)

by Anya Summers

  Fury rose in her breast. What game was he playing with her now? "Unhand me, you son of a bitch. You don't own me, Will. You—"

  "That does it."

  Will dragged her to the nearest empty couch. He had her across his lap, shoving her micro mini skirt up to her waist and yanking her panties down to her thighs before Kat began protesting.

  "Let me up. What the hell's the matter with you?"

  "Quiet." His palm landed against her rear with a loud crack and she screeched.

  "This," he landed two more hard swats, "is for walking away from me tonight."

  His hand smacked her rear again and again. "This is for every time you back talked to me since we met."

  By the tenth swat, her ass was on fire and there were tears in her eyes, but she didn't care. Will was disciplining her, in public, and with such force she knew her ass would be tender in the morning.

  "This is for us, because we both need it," he said as he whaled on her butt.

  Heat bloomed in her rear with every swat. Sweet fire molasses swirled in her veins as her body responded to his mastering in the most elemental of ways. Tears fell down her cheeks at the exquisite pleasure pain swamping her system. She hadn't realized how much she had needed this, and not just from any Dom, but from him.

  Kat lost count of the strokes to her posterior, giving herself over instead to the feel of Will spanking her with barely-leashed wildness. It was breathtaking. He didn't have to restrain her, because she wanted this with every fiber of her being.

  She was sobbing and moaning as the last spank fell against her ass. Will massaged the enflamed globes of her rear, his fingers caressing her dew-filled folds. At her guttural sob, he turned her over in his arms until he was cradling her against his chest.

  "I'm so sorry, Kat, for not being the Dom you deserve. I love you, and if you let me, I will make it up to you every day for the rest of our lives."

  He wiped her tears with his thumb and she felt that slight touch all the way to the center of her being. Will loved her.

  "I don't understand. I thought you said that you'd never be able to discipline me, and yet here you are. How do I know you won't take it back?"

  "Because I plan to show you every night and every day from here on out just how much you mean to me. I wasn't lying when I said I love you, Kat. There's no other sub for me but you. Give me a chance to prove it. Wear my cuffs and do a scene with me?"

  "I don't know. I love you, Will, I do but—"

  "Do a scene with me, let me use the whip on you. I think it will help me move past my guilt, and you're the only one I want to do this with. There's no other for me. What do you say, Kat, do you trust me?"

  She stared at him through watery eyes. All she saw was love and reassurance in his gaze. There were no shutters or blinders covering his emotions. Everything he felt for her was right there, for her and anyone else to see. Her heart trembled and expanded, with hope swarming in her chest.

  "Yes," she said.

  Relief and gratitude entered his chocolate gaze. He cradled her face in his hands, kissing her with all his pent-up emotions unleashed. No one had ever kissed her like Will did, with his entire being. It was the most carnal kiss of her life, drugging her, sending torrents of need slamming through her body. They were both breathing heavily as he broke away.

  "You won't be sorry. I promise," he said, and fastened his cuffs around her wrists.

  He helped her stand and was then pulling her to the reserved scene area with the St. Andrew's Cross.

  "But it's reserved for someone," she protested.

  "Yeah, us," he explained.

  "But how did you know I'd say yes?"

  He glanced at her with a solemn expression. "I didn't. Undress for me, please."

  Her belly quaked as she spied his goody bag on a bench against the far wall. He removed his shirt so he was wearing nothing but his leather pants and boots. The man made her weak just looking at him.

  Kat stripped out of her clothing until she stood naked for everyone in the club to see. She felt a little self-conscious at the fact that her friends were sitting on the nearby couches watching their scene. And yet, it was fitting that they were present.

  Will led her over to the cross, attaching her cuffs above her head to the metal rings on the frame. Moisture dripped between her thighs as he put ankle cuffs on her legs, positioning them at either corner of the cross.

  He ran his hands over her back and set all her nerve endings on fire. "Remember your safeword. I'm going to start with a few lashes and will build on those," he murmured, and then withdrew his heat.

  She clenched her hands, trying to relax for him, and knowing he needed this, she submitted herself body and soul to him.

  *****

  Will had never seen a lovelier sight than Kat strapped to a cross with her ass cheeks reddened from his hand. He tested the whip against the brick wall beside her, flexing his grip as the supple coiling rolled from him as if it were an extension of his arm. Sweat beaded his temples as he took up his position.

  "Remember your safeword, kitty cat," he ordered, feeling slightly breathless himself. He knew this was what they needed. He felt more like himself than he had in years. He knew he wouldn't hurt her.

  Will inhaled a deep breath as he pulled his arm back and struck at her flesh. The decisive snap as the leather flanked against the back of her thigh and recoiled, leaving a slash of red where it had landed, suffused him with calm. He had forgotten how much he loved doing this, how much he needed it to feel complete. He set up a rhythm with the whip, always mindful of his strength, careful with his strokes to always watch Kat's response. She was a revelation as she keened and mewled beneath the sting of the whip.

  Over and over he lashed her back, the smooth globes of her ass, and her upper thighs until they were all glowing red.

  Will had never been so turned on in his life, his cock straining against the stays of his leathers. He noticed the wet trail of moisture glistening along her inner thighs and bit back a moan. Kat wailed at the next strike across her butt cheeks. Her body trembled, and satisfaction more heady and complete than anything he'd ever felt suffused his system.

  Mine.

  Kat was his, and he planned on claiming her. He placed the whip in his goody bag and went to her on the cross. He undid the laces on his leathers as he approached her limp form. When he reached her, he turned her head slightly and gave her a soul-rending kiss—it was one of ownership so that she knew he was her Master. That he was the one who had been made for her, and that she was everything to him.

  One of his hands delved between her spread thighs and he groaned at her wet pussy. Releasing her mouth, he grabbed his cock, running the head through her folds before sliding himself inside her clasping hot channel. She strained against him as he pumped his hips. He dug his fingers into her hips for purchase as he slammed his cock in brutal digs.

  Kat was glorious as he fucked her. He loved watching her in her pleasure when he was buried deep inside her. The way her mouth parted and she panted his name around breathy sighs. She said his name like a litany and it drove him over the edge as he pounded inside her wet heat.

  Kat's body rippled and clenched around him.

  "Ahhh," she keened as her climax tore through her body.

  With a final, potent thrust, Will followed her. His cock swelled, his balls tightening as his body jerked and spewed hot jets of cum inside her. He thrust until the last remnants of his orgasm had been spent. With a nip at her shoulder, he withdrew from her clasping heat, cleaning his cock off, removing any lingering semen with a warm washcloth, and reaffixed his leathers.

  Then Will went to his beautiful Kat. She was slumped against the cross, her glorious back a mass of welts. With a warm wash cloth, he cleaned off all traces of semen between her thighs and from her sex before tossing it into a nearby basket. He undid the cuffs on her ankles and unlatched her wrist cuffs that were affixed to the cross. She fit perfectly in his arms as he scooped her up, then, wrapping
her in a blanket from the armoire, he tenderly placed her on the bench as he collected the rest of their things including her clothes and stuffed them in his goody bag. Once he had everything stowed in his bag, he carried both it and Kat over to a nearby couch.

  He was content and more replete than he could ever remember feeling. Kat was his sub, she'd brought the Dom in him back to life, and he loved her all the more for it.

  *****

  Kat rode the glowing haze of sub space. Her back burned in places from the whip. She was certain she would have welts tomorrow but she didn't care. He loved her. He really did. And the fact that he'd been willing to cross boundaries for her proved it beyond a shadow of a doubt. How could she not love him in return? The answer was simple, she couldn't.

  Surrounded by his arms and his love, she'd never felt more at home.

  "Here, drink this," he murmured against her forehead.

  She sighed and opened her eyes. In one of his mammoth hands was a bottle of water. Taking it from him, she sipped at it at first, until she realized how thirsty she was and gulped it down.

  She glanced at him when she'd finished. Had he ever looked so relaxed and at peace before? They'd both needed that scene. She had known, hoped, that once he allowed himself to be who he was, he would heal.

  "Thank you for that, Kat. I'm not saying that I'm cured or that it won't take more time for me to fully feel comfortable doing scenes like that. But it's definitely a start, and I appreciate that you helped me."

  "But?" she said, waiting for him to walk away again and to say he didn't love her.

  "But nothing." He cupped her chin, bringing her gaze up to his. "I love you. I want to be with you, not just for a night, but for the rest of my life. Marry me, Kat. Be my full-time sub and my wife. I can't promise that our lives together will be easy, I know I'm definitely mule-headed at times, but I know I will love you for the rest of my life."

  Kat hadn't thought it was possible to find heaven on earth but she had been so wrong. Here and now, with this man, she couldn't wish for more. And the love shining in his eyes, the care and the tenderness, cut loose any lingering doubt. He really did love her. It was the most precious gift she'd ever received.

  With happy tears streaming down her face, she said, "As long as it means you will always be my Dom, then how could I refuse? I love you. Take me home."

  The look he gave her stole her breath and made her burn. Kat felt like her life was just finally beginning.

  "Gladly, kitty cat. I can't wait to show you our new dungeon." He gave her a kiss on the nose.

  She sputtered, "You had a dungeon built this past week?"

  "Yep."

  "You were pretty confident that I'd say yes."

  "No, I wasn't, but I thought it wouldn't hurt to have something to entice you with. I even have some of the virtual reality added to it. I can't wait to show you."

  "Of course you would add tech to a dungeon." She kissed him and sighed. "Let's go home."

  Kat, world traveler who had never felt like she belonged, had finally found her place in the world. It didn't matter where she lived—only who she did her living with. She could live anywhere… as long as Will would always be her wired Dom.

  The End

  Master and Commander

  Dungeon Fantasy Club Pleasure Island Book One

  Prologue

  February

  He stared at Zoey snuggled up against Declan as he entered the library. His heart was breaking, shattering into a million tiny pieces. It was hard to even breathe. He knew the decision he had made was for the best for all concerned parties, but he also understood the hole it was going to create—for all of them.

  "Thanks for meeting me. I know you must be tired from your travels." He couldn't even voice the word honeymoon. It sliced at his heart.

  "What did you want to discuss?" Declan asked with a raised eyebrow, his face a calm mask of sublime satisfaction.

  Had he ever felt that complete? His heart beat rapidly in his chest. "I've decided to leave."

  "Are you taking a trip somewhere?" Zoey asked, cocking her head to one side, her confusion evident.

  He shook his head, his gut clenched at the forthcoming pain. "No, lass. I'm leaving Scotland. I need to, it's self-preservation. I already proposed this to the other members, and they approve. I'm going to open a DFC on a private island off Nassau."

  "What? Why? I don't understand. I thought we were all happy," Zoey cried, trembling in her husband's arms.

  And this was what he had been dreading, looking at the woman he'd fallen for, with tears in her gorgeous eyes and no full understanding of why he must leave her. As much as he wished things were different, you couldn't make someone feel something they didn't. Zoey had never once gazed at him the way she did Declan. Theirs was a bond and a love he couldn't ever hope to compete with—not that he even would, as it would ruin his friendship with Declan and everything he'd built over the last decade.

  God, he loved her. And he knew she cared for him, maybe even loved him, but he would always be second fiddle to Declan and his heart couldn't take it.

  He inhaled a deep breath before continuing, feeling the tinge of moisture in his eyes. "Lass, it's for the best. You and Declan are man and wife now."

  "But that doesn't mean—"

  He cut her off standing. "I won't sleep with another's wife. And I need this."

  He had to leave now, before her sobs changed his mind. Zoey's tears were ripping him to shreds. And then his best friend finally intervened.

  "If that's what you want, and if the other members approve to use the island we purchased, then I'm in agreement. I will miss having you around, though," Declan murmured with understanding in his gaze. He knew that Jared loved his wife.

  Zoey's tears were falling fast and furious as she shook her head. "I don't understand why you want to go away. I thought we were happy. I thought—"

  His heart in his chest, he said, "I love you, lass. And as much as it pains me, I need to go."

  "We both love you, you don't have to leave."

  He knelt in front of her and gripped her hands, staring into her hazel depths, now turned bright green with the storm of her emotions. He pleaded with her. "Please don't make this harder than it is. I know you love me, but not the way you love Declan. It's nothing for you to be upset about or apologize for, but I need to leave so I can fall out of love with you. Lass, I need you to let me move on, and I cannot do it from here."

  With the gentlest care, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and stood. He shook Declan's outstretched hand, a wealth of emotion in his gaze. This man was his brother and best friend, and always would be. With a last caress of Zoey's cheek, he said, "Goodbye, lass. Be happy."

  And then Jared turned away, feeling wetness trickle down his cheeks as he exited the library and the manor. He took one last look at his home and homeland. One day, he would return—one day, when it no longer felt like there was a knife being plunged through his heart. One day, when he no longer loved Zoey.

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  Anya Summers

  Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.

  Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

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