Her Highland Master (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 1) (7 page)

Zoey burrowed her face in his shoulder in shame. She had really put her foot in it this time. Her tears were more about being caught and the shock of it all than about any of the pain from the spanking. When she thought about it, it might be a bit uncomfortable, her butt burning a little, except she was also feeling stirrings of liquid need as there seemed to be a constant symphony of moaning. He hadn't really hurt her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered against his neck, inhaling his heady scent. She reveled in being held within his arms, wanting the sense of peace and comfort to continue.

He kissed her temple and his hand moved from her back to her legs, lightly caressing her thighs, seducing her body into craving the feel of those long, calloused fingers. "And you're forgiven, sweet lass."

Chapter Four

The crowd had dispersed some time while Declan had been comforting her. He felt so good. She could sit like this with him all night. Then he changed his caresses; he rubbed his hand along the insides of her thighs, lightly teasing the flesh under the hem of her shirt. He never ventured past the barrier the top presented, but each sure touch sent electric currents directly to her pussy. The burning on her rear spread, inciting flames of need to ratchet higher, pulling her body taut. His caresses were doing far more to her composure than his spanking had done.

Declan's hand shifted, diving underneath the hem of the tee-shirt, cupping her sex. Zoey groaned.

Her body was vibrating, her skin felt too tight, and she knew that if she touched herself she would come. She whimpered when Declan swept her up into his arms and carried her down the hall to one of the vacant glass rooms. He closed the door behind them, pressed a button near the door that made the curtains move to enclose them and then light up so that there were no shadows between them.

Zoey barely had time to think when he set her down on a massage table in the middle of the room. Declan tipped her head up so that she could do nothing but look at him.

"I warned you not to come down here without me. But now that you have, I can see my world entices you."

"But I'm… I've never done anything like that. I didn't know people did," she admitted, unable to say that she wanted it out loud. It would make it all too real. Was that what she really wanted?

He caressed her cheek. "And you are surprised that it excites you, thrills you in a way, perhaps, that sex never has before? Be honest with me, lass. There's no room for shame."

"But it's not—"

"Normal? Zoey, everyone is built differently. For some, what is considered normal sex does nothing for them. Others need more. There's nothing wrong with that. I can tell it arouses you," his fingers traced around her nipples, through his shirt, "and that after sinking my fingers in your pussy I found you dripping wet. Your body is telling me the truth. I need to hear it from your lips. Does it?"

"Yes," she breathed, almost on a sigh. There was no point in denying that she had wished it had been her that Jared had been pounding into instead of the blonde. Zoey squirmed on the table, her butt burning, her sex aching as Declan continued to trace lightly around her nipples but never touching them. Her heart raced, and she felt her breasts swell. She wanted his hands more firmly on the tender flesh—wanted his hands all over her body if she was honest.

"I'll make you another offer, lass. Try it once, with me, right now, and then you can decide whether you want to continue the rest of this week or not. I can tell your body is crying out for release and I promise to make you come as many times as I can milk orgasms from your body."

He was offering her uninhibited pleasure with no strings attached. She could try it and if it wasn't for her, she could walk away tomorrow with no regrets. Her hands gripped the lip of the massage table as she stared into his blue eyes, which had darkened with desire. He withdrew his hands from her breasts and she almost whimpered at the loss of contact.

"Yes," she replied, staring into his eyes. They heated instantly at her response. In a single move, his lips captured hers in a kiss meant to steal her soul. She groaned, giving him entrance into her mouth. His tongue explored her mouth, stealing away any hesitancy she felt, and she returned his ardent kiss. She put her hands against his chest, testing the firmness. She moaned in frustration as he pulled back.

"You're beautiful," Declan said, "but before we go any further, I need to have you sign off on your consent to participate in the Dungeon Fantasy Club." He left her sitting on the massage table and went to an armoire, where he withdrew a document and handed it to her.

"Read that, and if you have any questions, I can answer them."

Zoey's brain was muddled, she glanced at the words but none of them were making sense. She'd rather rip the bandage off.

"So are you going to tie me up?" she asked him, her pulse pounding.

"Yes. But we will start with the basics, nothing too wild since you are such a beginner to this type of lifestyle. There are some rules that you need to remember with this type of love play. First, no harm will come to you. Nothing will be done to you that will truly bring you any pain. There are different levels of discipline for infractions, but I think we will keep it to spanking, like what you've already experienced, for now. Depending on the rules broken, I could use a paddle or add a flogger to the punishment. While we are down here you must address me as Master or Sir. If anything hurts, or you need to stop, your safeword is 'red'. Got it?"

She nodded, shivering. "Red, got it. What is considered an infraction?"

Her head was swimming at his words. Was she really going to do this? Have sex with a virtual stranger? He walked back to her and asked her again. "While we are in this room, and any time we venture down here, I am in complete control of you. You must submit to my will and my desires, and I will see to it that you experience pleasure unlike anything you've ever felt before. If something doesn't feel right, and I ask you about it, you must be completely honest with me. I cannot read your mind, and my goal is to make sure you enjoy our time together. Never lie to me Zoey, do you understand?"

"Um, yes."

"Yes, what?" His face was stern, waiting for her response. She gulped, her nerves drawn tight. He was giving her a gift, to take a vacation in the purest sense of the word.

"Yes, Sir." She signed the form, noticing the heated victory in his eyes. Her pulse fluttered, her hands shook as she handed the clipboard back to him.

"Don't worry, lass, it will be more pleasure than you ever dreamed. Now, for this first lesson, I want to keep a running dialogue with you so that I know what you like and what you don't."

She nodded her head, anticipation bubbling through her. He took the clipboard with the signed form and set it on the table near the armoire.

"Disrobe," he ordered.

She slid off the table, staring straight at him. Pulling the silky material up over her hips, she uncovered her skin, inch by inch, needing to see his reaction to her body. She wasn't model thin. She had boobs, she had curves, and had always been an oddity in the land of Hollywood. Her thighs touched and her ass, while firm and not overly large, definitely put her in the average woman population. She pulled the shirt over her head, dropping it on the floor. Standing under his eagle-eyed gaze, she felt her skin flush at the dichotomy. He was fully clothed while she stood in nothing but her birthday suit. His gaze traveled the length of her body as he approached her.

What was she doing? She was about to have sex with a stranger.

He stopped in front of her, his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing, testing the weight of them. His thumb grazed each nipple and she bit her lip at the unexpected pleasure as it slammed into her system. Her knees trembled. It had been quite a while since she'd had sex with something other than her vibrator.

"You have beautiful breasts, lass." His fingers pinched her nipples, and heat shot like a lightning rod from them directly to her clitoris and made her ache. His hands moved, caressing down her sides, stroking over her hip bones and around to her rear. He massaged her butt, stroking the sensitive flesh, pulling her closer to his body.

She started to put her hands up on his chest.

"Put your hands at your sides, lass."

Zoey did as he ordered, watching his expression.

"Good." He dipped his head, capturing her lips, but she couldn't say it was a kiss. It was a possession. A claiming of ownership of her body—just with his tongue, lips, and teeth. She couldn't stop the moan as he gave her no quarter to deny him, but could only submit to his passion. His hands pulled her closer. Her breasts pushed against the fabric of his shirt. His right hand smacked her butt and she gasped. Her posterior stung as he massaged where he had laid the blow on her already tender flesh, and transformed the pain into something more. She felt her sex moisten.

His fingers dipped down between her legs. Declan ran two fingers around her clit before tracing them over her labia and outlining the opening of her vagina. He lifted his head up and brought the fingers he'd had on her sex up to his lips, sucking them into his mouth.

"You are so wet, lass. Methinks you like being disciplined, but we will save more of that for another time."

He was fast. In one move he had her off her feet and on the massage table. Setting her down, he moved her shirt, laying it over a chair in the corner. Then he stripped. Removing his sweater. Unbuttoning his butter-soft dress shirt. Zoey bit her lip when she finally saw his chest. Sinewy muscle covered him; he was all angles and bulging muscles. Dark whorls of hair covered his chest, tapering down to a small line, disappearing below his trousers. She could see the distinct outline of his erection and it gave her pause. He looked huge. She didn't realize she was holding her breath in anticipation until he lowered his zipper, pushing his pants and boxer-briefs down in one move so that his erection spilled forth.

Her ovaries cheered.

He was beautiful. His penis was thick; the smooth head bobbed and lengthened under her gaze. He was huge, larger than any man she'd been with before. His member was perfect, his balls, large, heavy sacks dusted with dark hair.

She licked her lips and he chuckled; a deep rumbling of pleasure. "I'm glad I meet with your approval, sweet lass."

He moved around the room competently, folding his clothes and putting them with hers on the chair. From the armoire, he removed a set of leather cuffs and a few other items. She wasn't sure what they were but her insides quivered.

This was it. He walked over, carrying the cuffs. "Give me your hands, please."

With a deep, shuddering breath, she placed her hands—and her trust—in his hands. He wrapped each wrist with a cuff, fastening them together.

"Lie back," he ordered.

She reclined on the massage table, wondering how in the hell they were going to have sex on it. He went to the head of the table and made a few adjustments so that her upper body lay back at an angle.

"I need your hands again, lass," he murmured. She raised her hands above her head. He attached the cuffs to a loop at the top of the table with a chain that had a slight give. She could move her arms, but just barely. A moment of panic set in at being at another's mercy, making her strain against the restraints.

"Easy," he said, tweaking one of her nipples, and she bit back a moan. He played with her nipples until her body relaxed again, the inability to move her arms shifting into pleasure.

He moved around the table like a man on a mission, manipulating her body until it was situated as he wanted it. At the foot of the table he pulled a lever and the bottom half dropped down so that her rear hung over the lip and her feet were dangling. From the underside of the table, he pulled out what looked like gynecologist stirrups. He positioned each of her legs so that they lay open in a wide V, knees bent slightly for comfort, and he wrapped a cuff around each ankle to keep them in that position. Finally, he withdrew a leather strap about two inches wide and laid it across her stomach, making it so that she was completely immobile.

He could do whatever he wanted to her now. Her breathing sped up and she swallowed, attempting to keep the panic at bay.

Declan stood between her legs, lowering the table until it was at the perfect height for his hips. "There, now. Remember, if at any time something hurts or you want to stop, your safeword is red."

"Okay," she breathed. He really wasn't going to hurt her. This was all about experiencing pleasure. It was a heady experience, having all the decisions taken from her, giving all of the control into his strong hands.

"Okay, what?" His hand rubbed over her mound and she sucked in a breath. She was already so turned on and he'd barely begun. She was supposed to respond a certain way. What was it again?

"Yes, Sir." She remembered, praying that she wouldn't disappoint him and slip up somehow.

"Good." He bent over and took her lips while his hands kneaded her breasts. The fact that she couldn't do anything but accept was a heady drug in her system. He positioned his body just so his erect cock bobbed between her legs, rubbing slightly over her labia, and she groaned.

His mouth left her lips, trailed down, and captured her nipple between his teeth. He bit down slightly and her nipple hardened in his mouth. Moaning, wanting more contact, she tried to move closer but her restraints wouldn't let her.

She growled in frustration and felt him grin. "You think this is torture," he traveled back up and whispered in her ear, "but the night hasn't even begun. Just wait until I'm sucking on this pretty little pussy of yours and not allowing you to come, sweet lass."

Zoey whimpered.

He chuckled, his dark head trailing back down to her breasts. He took his time. Massaging them, sucking each one of them into his mouth. Twining his tongue around the nipples, playfully biting them until they were engorged, stabbing up toward the ceiling.

She felt moisture drip from between her legs and Declan rubbed his cock against her labia. She was so turned on from just him playing with her boobs. Would she even survive the rest?