Rescued in Paradise (5 page)

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Not
surprised that a parking space would be a pain in the ass to find on a Friday
evening, Sydney circled round and round until spotting an empty slot near the
back of the dimly lit lot. Shifting the gear into park, she glanced around the
parking area. Empty. Everyone was already inside.

I wonder if
Connor is here
,
she thought to herself as she reached across the vinyl seat to retrieve her
hand bag. Dropping it back down with a groan, she closed her eyes as images of
the night before filled her mind. For the first time since becoming a member,
he had taken her, roughly and possessively. Her pussy clenched at the memory,
thoroughly drenching her black, lacy thong that she wished she’d left at home.

Reaching
between her thighs to see how damp the thin covering was, she ran the tip of
her finger over it. “Fuck!” she cursed as her stomach clenched. A lick of heat
started a sizzling trail lower, settling right at her core. Biting her lip, her
eyes darted around the lot again, checking to see if any stragglers were still
hanging around. In the middle of the night, the area was kind of creepy, even
with the fluorescent lights illuminating the main building from all directions.
Lucky for her, where the cars were lined up was shaded a bit. With no one in
sight, she was grateful for the cover. Boldly, she slid the thong to the side,
exposing her freshly shaved sex.
Syd’s
eyes drifted closed as she rested her head
back, supported by the padded cushion. She visualized that the fingers parting
the slippery folds beneath her elevated skirt belonged to Master Connor. Deliberately
taking his time to open her wide, two fingers easily drove deep, enticing a
strangled cry from her throat. Panting, she curled her fingers upward, finding
the spot that would send her over the edge. Now wasn’t the right time to draw
out the fantasy that was urging her uncharacteristic behavior. In the confines
of the club, this act was a regular thing. Voyeurs were nothing new to her, but
outside in the real world where people unfamiliar with the lifestyle could see
what she was doing—major turn on.

Leisurely
stroking her velvety flesh, she teased herself the way she imagined Connor
would. Two slender digits lined at her slick entrance, sliding gently along
without hindrance until knuckles bumped her clit. The tiny nub had a heartbeat
of its own, beating in rhythm with hers as her fingers began to rise and fall,
increasing in speed with each deep penetration.

Her
chest rose and fell with each rapid breath. Lowering her thin top, she took one
nipple between her thumb and forefinger, rolling the bud clockwise then back
around. Tugging hard enough to lift her breast from her ribs, she moaned, the
sound echoing throughout the quiet car. At a point of not giving a shit if
anyone caught her, she twisted the hardening nub the same moment she curled her
fingers and pressed them over the small bundle of nerves, setting herself off
like a rocket.

 
Hearing Connor’s voice giving permission in
the little fantasy she’d concocted, every muscle in her body tightened as her
release tore through her system, sending jolts of pure heat all the way to her
toes. Pumping her fingers until the last minute tremor shook her slender
form,
she slowly pulled them free, a small growl vibrating in
her throat at the loss. Searching through the glove box for a spare napkin, she
cleaned her wet fingers. Sated for the moment,
Syd
adjusted
her blouse, covering up her bare chest. Untying the silky ribbons on the sides
of the thong to remove the drenched fabric, she tossed the tiny lace garment in
the back seat.
 
Peeking in the mirror brought to her
attention the noticeable pink flush running from her upper chest to her cheeks,
giving her a beautiful glow. Is that what people saw when she came?
Amazing.
For the first time, she felt as though others
viewed her as a beautiful woman. Tossing the napkin in the ashtray that was
never
used,
she picked up the forgotten clutch and opened
the driver’s side door. That unexpected interlude was only an appetizer for the
evening. She was in need of a lot more and she was headed in to find just that.

Chapter Six

 
Stomping into the security room after being
called by one of his men to view something, Connor burst through the door.
“What the fuck is it?” he bellowed. He’d started the evening out in decent
mood. Expecting Sydney to stroll in at her usual time, his mood drastically
changed after that time came and went without so much as a word. Afraid the
previous night perhaps scared her off had his stomach in knots.

Five
men’s eyes stayed glued to one of the monitors as his head security guard
turned around to address him. Greg was the one who’d called for him.

“Err,
boss? Remember how you had us on lookout for Ms. Carter?”

Connor’s
heart dropped.
“Of course.
What’s wrong?” His voice
held a slight sound of panic. It didn’t matter. The grim look on the man’s face
worried him more then he cared to admit.
 
Pointing to the crowded monitor with a
shaky finger, his guard wearily continued “You may want to take a look at this,
sir.”

Pushing
everyone aside, his mouth actually fell open in shock. Right there on the
zoomed in screen was Sydney in her car, pleasuring herself. Head thrown back in
ecstasy, one leg opened wide enough for her to drape it over the gearshift on
the center
console,
Sydney was a wanton vision of
beauty. Only one hand was visible to the screen, and it was busy fondling one
of her succulent nipples. His mouth watered. One of the men grunted as she
tugged her breast forward.
 
Whipping his head around, he addressed
the voyeurs, punctuating each word as he yelled, “Get.
The.
Fuck.
Out!”

Being
part of his staff for many years, they all thankfully knew when to keep their
mouths shut, and as a group, scurried from the room, leaving him alone. Turning
his attention back to the screen, he watched mesmerized as she worked to bring
herself to completion.
Fuck
! What he
wouldn’t give to be there right now and do it for her. Make her mindless with
desire and have her scream his name.
Only his name.
On
cue, the front of his pants grew tight, the fabric looking like he was pitching
a fucking tent.

Watching
as her tantalizing lips formed an “Oh,” one of his flexing hands skimmed down his
stiff erection, rubbing against the zipper holding it hostage. Yanking open his
trousers, he pulled himself free as he pushed at his pants until they were
mid-thigh.
 
Wrapping his thick, meaty fingers around
the base of his throbbing cock, he roughly stroked upward to the tip, squeezing
a drip of pre-cum onto the floor. Folding over, he growled, slamming his free
hand down on the desk, eyes fixed on Sydney. Pumping up and down, increasing
the pace, he stroked like a mad man. She was the only person that ever made him
lose his iron control, and he did so whenever she was around. Normally cool and
collected, he was known for his control in any situation. So far, in the past
two days alone, she’d managed to crack a hole in the complex wall he
constructed—tiny spider web indentures fanning out, threatening to tear down
the entire damn thing.

One
of her slender shoulders shook and he knew without a doubt she was coming. Eyes
locked, he was fascinated as the vibrations animated her torso, spreading from
one limb to the other. The familiar cramp signaling his own climax made its way
down the base of his spine, sending sparks of electricity straight to his
pulsing cock and making him erupt like a volcano.
 
The back of his head rested between his
bunched shoulder blades as he exploded. Thick rivulets of his release spurted
down his clenched fist, spraying across the desk top, including the keyboard.
By the time he recovered, Sydney was gone.
Shit
.
Searching around for some tissues or paper towels, he located them on one of
the other desks. Hurriedly, he cleaned up the unexpected mess, making sure to wipe
between the damn keys on the keyboard so that they wouldn’t stick together in
the future. He didn’t need someone finding out why. Tossing the balled up
sticky tissue paper in a nearby trash, he stalked to the door. It was time he
found his woman and made her his for good. No more waiting for the proper time.
No more giving her time to blossom on her own. He decided that the time was now
whether she liked it or not, because no was not an option he was prepared to
accept.

Chapter Seven

Master
Dorian pulled her to the side as soon as she entered the main room adjacent to
the bar, instructing her to hold still while he bound her hands behind her
back. Dimly lit, it created the atmosphere, a subtle glimpse into a night of
promise and fulfilment of her wildest fantasies.

Unprepared
for an immediate request from one of the
Doms
, she
stammered a, “Yes, sir” before complying with his demand. Her heart felt heavy
and she was unclear as to why. Oh, who the hell was she trying to fool?
Herself, maybe.
She knew exactly why. More than anything,
she wanted it to be Connor who sought her out first, but to her dismay, it had
been Dorian who approached her. Risking a glance around the crowded area, she
saw no signs of Connor anywhere.

Maybe
the night before had been a one-time thing and everything he said was just a
mistake. Something he just felt the need to tell Master Dorian in order to
ensure her cooperation. Wait. When had he asked for her submission? He’d
dragged her off like a bloody cave man, taking what he wanted instead of showing
her the sort of finesse and seduction he used night after night while choosing
his sub for the evening. By allowing it to continue and not calling the safe
word, her permission was granted. Night after night, disappointment had claimed
her when he passed her over for someone more experienced and better looking. Until
the sudden encounter between them, she had been uncertain of the real reason it
made her upset to see him with another. It was because somewhere along the way,
her feelings had intensified for Master Connor.
 
Master Dorian caressed the side of one
cheek. Tenderly, he slid something rubber down the sensitive curve of her neck
to the edge of her shoulder. Binding her wrists in the center of her spine, he
effectively pulled her from her melancholy. “I know exactly what you need, pet,
so open that sexy mouth wide for me.”

She
didn’t have to wait long to see what his plan was. He brought a small turquoise
ball gag to her face so she could view it before it slipped in her mouth,
nestling between her teeth. Secured at the base of her neck, a blindfold
followed suit, covering her vision and shrouding her in darkness. Panic gripped
her a split second before reassuring hands ran the length of her arms and back.

“Do
you trust me, doll?” His smooth, seductive voice purred in her ear as his lips
feathered up the tender flash of her lobe.

Her
throat worked over time to swallow past the lump lodged in her windpipe. Once,
then twice, she took a deep breath before she nodded. It may have been her
first encounter with Master Dorian, but she knew him from around the club and
if there was anyone there that she could trust, he was one of them for sure.

Teeth
scraped softly over her earlobe as they tugged on the sterling silver handcuff
earrings she wore—a decorative piece that complemented one of her favorite
forms of restraint, often used in Paradise. He released the earring, and it swung
back, tapping her neck.

“
Mmm
, good
girl.”
Dorian took hold of her bicep; his grip was surprisingly gentle. “Now I’ll
guide you to the room we will be using tonight, Sydney. I won’t let you trip or
fall.” Nipping her shoulder playfully, he urged her forward. “One foot in front
of the other, pet.”
 
Doing her best to keep focused on
staying upright, voices sounded on every side of her, interrupting her
thoughts. Arching her chest out a little more, she caught tidbits of
conversations going on with flattering approvals. A few steps later, the door
clicked open. Ushered inside, her heel twisted and she almost tumbled over
before a pair of unfamiliar hands caught her.

Master
D never mentioned another person joining them, which added to her nervousness. Butterfly
wings flapped rapidly in her stomach, ready to take flight as she was led
further into the room. Assisted in positioning herself over a spanking bench, she
tried to gauge what was happening. She knew she was on a spanking bench because
the thick, padded leather piece was constructed in a way that had her upper
body draped over the center. Having her head tilted downward at an angle, the
strange, unsettling feeling she had since entering the room grew in intensity. Her
heart was beating at an accelerated rate; the delicate hairs running the length
of her arms rose, prickling with unease. The benches in the club were
adjustable, able to change positions to alter the sub’s body as much as needed.
Right now, her ass was raised high over her head.
Listening to the rustling around the room, a loud thud and what sounded like
something heavy being dropped was loud enough to make her wish she could lift
the blindfold to see what the hell happened. Someone shuffled from one side of
the room to the other. When a finger trailed lightly down the side of her cheek
to caress the slope of her jawline and back, she jerked in surprise. The
mystery participant in their little threesome growled against the soft curve of
her ear before nipping the tender flesh rather hard. Shrieking around the ball
when he did it again, she twisted around then stopped, frozen like a statue
when the voice taunted
.
“
Tsk, Tsk, Tsk
, Sydney.”