Seduced (London Kink Club)

by Kate Allure

  Again, with the crook of his finger, he directed her to come to him.

  And again, she shook her head. No, you don’t, she replied silently.

  He moved back a little, sucking in a breath. His eyes narrowed slightly. She had no experience with dominant lovers, but she abruptly comprehended that he was unused to taking orders in the bedroom. Inexplicably, this excited her. Unsure whether to thrust or parry, she hesitated.

  He didn’t.

  Faster than she expected, he slid beside her and rose up on his knees to look down at her. As clearly as if he’d spoken the words, he challenged her to relinquish control to him. Her mouth dropped open as she gazed back, unmoving. Again his eyes narrowed.

  Instinct took over, a completely new reflex, utterly foreign but right. She acquiesced and nodded. She didn’t know what she was agreeing to, but she willingly surrendered. After many long years of being the one in charge of her life and of her courtroom, it should have been difficult to give way, but it wasn’t. An unknown part of her stirred and awoke and became willing.

  He smiled down at her, approval in his eyes.

  He moved back to the middle of the huge bed, and she crawled after him. He eased her onto her back and began to caress her body, fondling her breasts, squeezing and pumping them. Her nipples grew tighter, and he pinched them. She arched and moaned. He watched her breasts swaying within his working hands, and she watched him. Maintaining outward calm, inside she rioted with erotic sensation.

  He leaned down, his tongue slipping out, and he flicked her nipple in a wet sweep. She moaned, and he slowly licked a circle around the areola. She gasped when his warm tongue circled around and around her sensitized skin. She cried out when he finally took the aching bud into his mouth and bit down. Her hips began swirling in unconscious imitation of the dance their bodies would soon begin.

  He gently pulled her onto her side facing him, and his free hand slid down around her body to fondle her ass. He took her other nipple into his mouth and nipped it with his teeth, and she gasped again at the sharp, fleeting pain. But she pushed her breast farther into his open mouth, and he hungrily accepted it.

  Pulling her against him, his hand snaked lower, behind her thigh, sliding between her legs. She jerked with surprise at the unexpected stroke on her clit, but he held her firmly against him, controlling the seduction.

  Finally, pressed against his firm, naked body, skin to skin, the heady sensation drugged her, making her desire spike higher. She rubbed against him, his rock-hard erection pressed between them.

  He released her breast from his mouth and pulled back to gaze down at her, the look in his passionate eyes incredibly tender, almost worshipful. Completely enveloped in his adoration, she saw herself as he must—beautiful, desirable…and all his.

  Slowly he lowered his face to hers, and she parted her lips. He kissed her deeply, his tongue plunging in and out in a rhythm soon to be repeated with his body. She trembled with need and couldn’t help the little mewling cries escaping her lips. He seemed to know exactly what to do to drive her wild; his hands caressed and squeezed all over her body. She tried to hurry him, even tried pushing him into position. Her need to mate with him had become an urgent, throbbing ache, but he would not be hurried.

  He might be much younger, but her new lover quickly demonstrated his sexual mastery. He slowly built and tantalizingly prolonged her arousal. He took her on an erotic journey as exciting as it was frustrating. He created such heat within her that when he finally slipped a questing finger inside her quim, she started to climax.

  He withdrew it immediately, the slightest hint of a wicked grin on his face.

  “Please!” The plaintive, whimpering sound of her voice surprised her.

  “Shh.” This time it was he who silenced her with a quieting finger to her lips. He would make her wait longer and work harder for it.

  Frustrated, she screamed loudly, but only in her mind, her lips locked tight against more begging. Looking into his eyes through his mask, she saw lust so intense she couldn’t understand how he could do it—force them both to wait. Frustrated, on the verge of losing her sanity, she silently begged him.

  Make love to me! Fuck me! Anything.

  His hands were everywhere, touching everywhere. One hand continued to play with her wet snatch, but every time she tried to move to increase the tempo or reach for his shaft to show him what she needed, he would shake his head, his lips curling in wicked humor. In complete control of their lovemaking, he would only allow her to touch his back and chest. Every time she reached down to fondle his cock, he would stop her.

  She wanted to scream for real.

  “Please, please! I need—” she pleaded in hoarse, broken moans. “I can’t take any more.”

  Her entreaties seemed to increase his gratification, and he continued to tease her until she whimpered mindlessly. Writhing on the satin sheets, she became enslaved to his endless erotic torture, pleasure always just shy of enough, just short of euphoria. In that moment, she would have done anything he asked, given anything. Nothing mattered but reaching the pinnacle he perversely kept out of reach.

  Finally, he eased her onto her back, arranging her legs open to him. She had become so wet she almost dripped. She needed release. Needed him.

  After slipping on a condom, he rolled on top of her. Well aware of what he’d done to her, he smiled, a supremely masculine grin, a triumphant glint in his eyes. Something told her that even having reduced her to nothing but needy nerve endings, he wasn’t done with her yet.

  “No more,” she whimpered.

  “You’ll like it,” he countered in a husky whisper.

  She took a calming breath. Finally he would enter her, and this driving, lust-filled mind fuck would end in ecstasy. She smiled and lifted her pelvis open to him. But still he would not be rushed, his mouth curling at the edges as he held himself above her, motionless.

  Watching him, she couldn’t believe a mere grin could be so sinfully wicked, tell her so much about him.

  “Please!” she cried, thrusting her pelvis toward his waiting, just-out-of-reach cock.

  “Your begging pleases me.” His deep, lust-filled voice flowed over her like the caress of a warm, wet tongue on her clit.

  “I need you now!” she wailed. Somewhere deep in her mind, she understood that she was offering him exactly what he wanted—groveling and pleading, a suppliant to his mastery—but she couldn’t help it. Didn’t care. Panting beneath him, she reacted without thinking, and her hand reached down to satisfy the ache in her clit.

  With the same lightning speed he’d already exhibited, he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them to the mattress above her head, using one hand to hold them locked in place. He made a tsking sound and shook his head, but his eyes held a hint of humor.

  Both of them panting, they stared at each other.

  Then, finally, ever so slowly, he guided himself into her wet center.

  “Ohh,” she breathed, her urgent need finally about to be filled.

  But he lingered, with only the tip of his cock inside her, hardly any of him touching her.

  No! I need all of you.

  She attempted to launch herself up onto him, using her legs to lift her pelvis. He would have none of it, holding himself above her. In torment, she tried to buck him, anything to increase the amount of him inside her. Looking too gleeful, he again shook his head and pulled all the way out.

  “No!” she shrieked, her body shaking violently. “Fuck me now. Do it hard!” She barely comprehended that she was uttering lewd demands.

  He did not obey her, holding himself up, watching and waiting. His dark-blue eyes penetrated her fog of need.

  Her eyes widened as she began to understand that he would accept nothing less than her total surrender. He wanted complete control over her—at least here in this room. He wanted her locked in bondage to him, but without using a single tie or handcuff or rope. He demanded she let him be the master.

  He would not move ag
ain until she yielded.

  Straining from the effort, she held herself rigidly in place and forced herself to lie passively beneath him. But she couldn’t stop her violent trembling.

  His eyes observed her keenly through his mask, but he didn’t move to put his cock back in and bring her succor. Still he waited, seeming to require even more from her.

  She whimpered, tears gathering. She wanted to fuck so badly. Wanted him so badly.

  “All right!” she screamed out. “I’ll behave. I’ll be a good girl.” She sounded completely unlike herself. A heathen dancing round an ancient fire couldn’t have sounded more crazed.

  Shock made her still. Had she really just promised to be a good girl? She, a mature woman, a high court judge. This beautiful man roused a submissive side of her she hadn’t known existed.

  Satisfied approval flashed in his eyes, and he let go of her wrists. Then, he guided himself into her body. Just barely. Her quim tried to clench him farther in, but she kept her hands resting on the bed above her head. Her sex twitched frantically, but she exerted an iron will to stop from thrusting upward.

  His face radiated triumph, and he couldn’t stop a groan of pleasure as he ever so slowly slid into her again. Bit by bit, he pushed into her, and she lay quivering beneath him, a slave to his desires without his use of a single word or restraint.

  He stopped halfway inside, and she saw the supreme effort it took. Without thought, her pelvis bucked up to offer him more of herself.

  “Tsk, tsk,” he whispered and pulled out. “Lie still and shut your eyes. Open them and you’ll learn what BDSM punishment feels like.”

  She immediately stopped moving and lay still, like a well-trained pet. Her eyes met his, and he watched her, waiting.

  Reluctantly, she forced her eyelids down. She gasped, overwhelmed by the unexpected vulnerability of not being able to see what he was doing. Instantly, her other senses kicked into overdrive, listening to hear his movements, but he was as stealthy as a tiger.

  Something tickled her skin, teasing its way down her body. She shivered, even though the sensations were pleasurable.

  “Ahh!” she cried out. A sharp tap on her erect nipple sparked fire there.

  She tensed, waiting for the pain to hit her other breast. But…nothing.

  More sweeps of feather softness brushed her body, and she eventually relaxed. The pain in her tit lessening to an arousing ache.

  A fiery pain lit up her second nipple, and she screeched and stiffened. Her eyes popped open of their own accord. Her mystery lover was studying the red spot he’d left behind, a slight grin curving his lips. She gasped and slammed her eyes shut as his focus slid toward her face. She waited, her muscles locked in fearful anticipation.

  “Ohh!” A soft, moist tongue laved her fiery breast and sucked it into his warm, wet mouth.

  She moaned and writhed. She’d never before experienced anything like this erotic, teasing play. She edged toward a climax, and he hadn’t come near the part of her that ached for his touch.

  Then he did.

  Fiery pain erupted from her clit from the single swat of a crop, and she shrieked, the loud sound tearing through the small room. Her chest arched, and her hands gripped the sheets, twisting them as she fought to obey and keep her eyes shut.

  She shrieked again as he bit down on her nipple.

  “Please,” she begged, her body involuntarily arching into his mouth as he sucked more of her breast into his wet heat.

  “Please,” she begged again, and he chuckled around the breast filling his mouth.

  She was desperate to open her eyes but also desperately afraid of being punished. Most of all, she was desperate to feel his giant cock inside her, filling her. She wanted him to take her like the free-living slut she wanted to become, knowing doing so would banish forever the feelings of inadequacy her ex-husband and Rupert had instilled in her.

  “Please.” The sound was a barely there whisper.

  “Open your eyes and look at yourself.” His dark, gruff tone shivered through her.

  Her eyes popped open, and she obediently looked down. She was wetter than she’d ever been in her entire life. Wet like a slut in heat, and he made sure she knew it, his hand spreading the moisture around her folds and down her thighs and even up onto her belly.

  He took her hand and made her fondle herself, dragging it over her sex until her fingers and palm were soaking wet, too. Then he straddled her and wrapped her small hand around his pulsing shaft.

  His cock was so hot, and hard, and huge.

  His gaze met hers, and through his mask she saw an eyebrow go up. He waited.

  “Oh! Oh, yes.” She gripped him tighter, her fingers barely managing to circle his thick girth, and began to slide her hand up and down.

  He groaned and shut his eyes, and she wanted to hear more of his pleasure. She fondled herself with her other hand to get it wet and used both hands to squeeze and stroke him. Faster and harder, loving how his body tensed and his moans grew deeper and huskier. Loving how he jerked and tensed, seeming about to explode.

  “Stop,” he said and tried to pull away from her, but she didn’t want to let go. She gripped him tighter and kept hand-fucking him, loving her brand-new sense of sexual power. She would take him over the edge whether he wanted it or not.

  “Enough!” he commanded, his voice thundering in the small room.

  She dropped him with a sharp inhale. Before she had a clue what he was doing, he’d swiveled off her and scooped her into his arms. Rotating, he threw his legs over the edge of the bed and turned her over his knee. She hung down over his thighs, gasping for a breath.

  “Wha— What are you doing?”

  The answer came in the form she least expected. His firm hand landed on her ass, the slap ringing loud in the room. And it hurt!

  He spanked her again.

  And again.

  “Ouch!” she cried, squirming to free herself, but his other hand kept her locked in place.

  He spanked three more times.

  “You wanted it filthy,” he said with a grunt. “I’m game, but we play by my rules. In here, I dominate and you submit. I’ll bring you so much pleasure your head will explode, but if you disobey, you’ll be punished. Agreed?”

  “Um…”

  He waited, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her heated flesh.

  She shouldn’t want this, but she did.

  He made the tsking sound again and spanked her once more, so hard tears came to her eyes. “Subs don’t keep Doms waiting.”

  His hand resumed its soothing caress, and unexpectedly she moaned. The burning on her ass was ever present, but something else was there, too.

  “I’m not a sub. I don’t even know what that means,” she managed to reply as that something else—a sensation unlike anything she’d felt before—consumed her.

  He remained silent, but his hand raised again.

  “Wait! Okay. I agree,” she cried at the last minute.

  His hand slid between her buttocks and she parted her thighs for him. He played with her sex, thrusting his fingers in and drawing them out. “You’re soaking wet. Subs like you get off on punishment.”

  “No! I—” His sharp tap to her clit shut her up.

  “Feel yourself.”

  She gritted her teeth. Never before had anyone ordered her around like this, as though she had no free will of her own. Never had anyone treated her like a sexual object, like a sex slave. But never in her life had she become so horny tears formed in her eyes from the desperate need to fuck.

  Trembling, she obeyed this handsome stranger. Her mystery lover. A dominant man who knew her body and her desires better than she did. Reaching around his leg, she gingerly touched herself and gasped.

  She was dripping. Dripping! Wetter than ever before.

  “Will you behave now?”

  Mutely, she nodded, still hanging over him like a limp rag doll.

  Gently, he lifted her and returned her to the bed. Again, he strad
dled her. His intense gaze speared her to the bed.

  “Watch me take you.”

  It was hard to drag her gaze down from the hot lust she saw in his eyes, his appreciation making her feel younger and sexier than she had in years, but she obeyed, unsure whether it was her raging need or fear of more spankings that compelled her compliance.

  Finally, he eased back down into her, and ever so slowly, inch by inch, he slid his shaft inside her twitching sex until, finally, he was inside her completely. His huge shaft filled her to the hilt. Her muscles clenched around him, but she forced herself not to buck as he watched to see what she would do.

  “Lie still,” he ordered and began to thrust into her.

  “Thank you,” she mouthed.

  He built a rhythm, and the beginnings of an orgasm seized her. She fought to remain passive, but as his driving pace increased, she lost control of her body and joined him in the wild mating. Her pelvis rose instinctively to meet his thrusts, but he instantly pulled out. His smirk and the wicked censure in his eyes told her he was well aware of the intense sexual frustration he was inflicting.

  It became agony to not move, not to do what her body screamed for. Pure self-imposed torture to force herself to lie there completely, submissively still, when she wanted to grind her pelvis onto him. It seemed as if every muscle in her body continually clenched and unclenched in unsatisfied stimulation, clawing for release. In a dark, mindless sea of sensation, she whimpered and writhed and wrestled for control of her body’s instincts. Finally finding within her an iron will she hadn’t known she possessed, she gave him her submission and held herself passive and still and let him be her master.

  He saw it and grinned down at her. Something in his expression told her that gift meant a great deal to him.

  But it didn’t mean he’d make it easy on her. He slowly slid in and out at an exasperating pace.

  Then, at long last, even he couldn’t take it any longer. Her secret master pulled his cock almost all the way out, paused a second, and in one powerful motion thrust in deep and strong. He began pounding into her, his eyes never breaking contact with hers. Over and over, he thrust into her, and she lay still, let him fuck her as he wanted, let the glorious sensations he created build within her.