Unconditional (12 page)

And they hadn’t even gotten to the discipline. He owed her some tender punishment.

But he wasn’t going to do it here. No. He was done with public scenes for the night. He was ready to have her all to himself. “Privacy room.”

She shook her head. Damn, he loved how confused she looked. “What?”

So fucking adorable. “We need a privacy room, baby.”

Her hips were rubbing against his, a completely instinctive motion. “Oh.”

He could see he had to take control, but that was what he liked to do. He leaned down and lifted her into his arms, her weight not slowing him down at all. He loved how she felt in his arms, holding her so damn close to him. She rested against him, utterly trusting him to carry her. Ashley cuddled close as he strode down the hallway, passing by scenes that went on all around them. He didn’t care about any of them. He had a private scene to play out and he’d been waiting for it, dying for it since the moment he’d caught sight of her.

The lights got lower, more intimate, in this part of the club. There was a monitor standing in front of the hall that led to the privacy rooms. The well-built Dom nodded their way.

“Three is open and prepped, man.”

Three was his lucky number tonight. He glanced down at her. Pretty green eyes and sable brown hair. She looked slightly sleepy, her lips curved in a secretive smile.

He stopped in front of the door marked three. He had to give her every out even though his dick was screaming at him to just take her. “Are you sure, baby?”

Sleeping with her wouldn’t change anything. He still couldn’t give her what she really needed, but maybe, just maybe, they could make this weird relationship work. They could have a life here in the club. The hours he spent with her would make the rest of his days worthwhile.

“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate. He was rapidly learning that hesitation wasn’t something she did. Ashley might be submissive, but she could damn straight make a decision.

She’d decided on him. It did weird things to his heart. It made him remember he fucking had one. It was like it had stopped beating all those years ago, but Ashley had it sputtering, fluttering like a machine that someone was priming in the hopes that it would work again.

Her hand came up, touching his cheek. “It’s okay.”

He stared at her. It was okay. She made it okay. He pushed through the door and into the room.

He let her slide to the floor, making sure she was balanced. “Get out of those clothes.”

Her breath hitched, but her hands went straight to the hooks on her corset, pushing them in and then releasing the clasp, revealing her creamy skin to him.

Keith took a step back, his calves hitting the bed. The room was dimly lit, but he could see every inch of her flesh.

So beautiful.

She stepped out of the tiny skirt he’d given her to wear, and she was naked in front of him. She stood there, obviously uncomfortable, but she would have to get used to that. They had four weeks left on their contract, and he would see her naked as often as possible.

Four weeks. Four weeks and then he would have to find a way to get her to sign another contract, one that kept them in the club but gave him rights to protect her.

“Keith?” Her voice was a little shaky. “Do you want me to get dressed again?”

“No.” He shoved the worry aside.
Live in the moment.
That was what he did. The future never really showed up anyway. He was always in the moment and this was his moment with her. “I might never want you to get dressed again. Turn around. Slowly.”

Her shoulders relaxed and she started a slow pivot.

Curves and soft feminine flesh. He sighed at the thought that all of it belonged to him. It had been a long time since he’d had his collar around a woman’s throat. It was the only thing she was wearing now, a delicate silver chain. It hadn’t been cheap, but now he was struck by how much more she deserved.

“Stop.” He was sick of just watching. Just watching was giving his brain too much time to think. The last thing he needed was to get contemplative. She was turned away from him and he walked to stand right behind her.

Her sable brown hair hung past her shoulders, a blanket covering her. He gently pushed it to the side and studied the delicate column of her spine, running from the nape of her neck down to a heart-shaped ass. His fingers traced the length, causing her to shiver a little.

He breathed her in, memorizing her scent—flowery where her hair met her shoulders, but he couldn’t miss the spice of her arousal.

This was what he’d been desperate for. He needed to indulge himself in her, touching and caressing and penetrating. What they had wasn’t enough for him. He needed more. More of her. More of being them.

Dangerous thoughts, but he let them run through his head because nothing mattered except wrapping himself in her.

He smacked her ass suddenly, unwilling to put off the moment a second longer. “You cursed.”

Her cheeks had clenched a little, but she relaxed again. “Yes, I did. I need to stop that.”

“You asked me to help you.” He didn’t care if she cursed like a sailor, but she was trying to correct the behavior. “Go to the bed and present yourself to me.”

She turned without a word and he watched as she moved to the big bed that dominated the room. Proving she was a good student in and out of the classroom, she placed her hands palms down on the cover. Her legs went wide and her back flattened. Perfect presentation. The work they’d done over the past weeks showed up in the relaxed, fluid lines of her body as she prepared to accept his discipline.

So different from the young woman who had claimed she couldn’t come. Ashley had learned to accept pleasure, to anticipate it. Even now he could see the way she was trying to draw him in, to attract him with the curves of her body, the seduction of her sex.

He could have told her she didn’t have to try hard. He thought about her all the time. Taking a long breath, he walked over and placed a hand on her ass. “I didn’t like turning around and not seeing you behind me.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I had to yell at Ryan, and I wasn’t sure he would follow me into the bar to allow me to do it. It was very important to me.”

Little brat. He smacked that ass hard, loving the excited yelp that came out of her. “Is that right?” Another smack. And another. “I didn’t think I had to explain the rules to you, but I’ll make them clear again.”
Smack. Smack.
“When we’re in this club, you stay at my side unless told explicitly that you’re allowed to leave me.”

He couldn’t stand the thought of some asshole Dom hitting on her, and they would. She was so soft and innocent that every Dom in the place would be all over her. And she was his, damn it. Inside this fucking club, she belonged to him.

“Yes, Sir.”

Smack. Smack. Smack.
Her bottom was getting the prettiest pink sheen to the skin. “If you need to turn your harpy scream on Ryan, I’ll make sure he shows up on time.”

“Harpy scream?”

He grinned at the offended tone. “Maybe that’s a little harsh, but you gave it to him good, baby.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
“I liked you standing up to him. He needs it.”

“What about you, Sir? Do you need it?”

He was scared of how much he needed her. “I need you strong, baby. I need to know you can take everything I give you.”
Smack. Smack.
He ran a hand over her flesh, holding the heat in. One finger found the seam of her ass, and he moved it downward to test her pussy.

Scalding heat and a wet arousal greeted him. It had taken forever to get her hot before, but now that she knew what was waiting, her pussy softened up the minute he slapped her ass. Perfect little pussy. His pussy.

He shoved a finger high and deep inside her, rotating until he found the spot that got her moaning.

Her back arched. “Sir, it feels so good.”

“It’ll feel even better when I shove my cock in. How long has it been since you’ve had penetrative sex?”

Her head shook. “A long time. Uhm, at least two years.”

So she would be tight, but then he already knew that. He had to take it slow and easy, make it good for her, make her crave his sex as much as she’d come to need his discipline. “Stand up and turn around.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her lips were full, her face flushed. She was ready, but he was going to make her wait.

He’d figured out that Ashley needed something more than pure pleasure. She needed to be needed, too. “On your knees, baby. You said you wanted to learn how to suck my cock. I’m going to teach you.”

She sank to her knees, only crashing down slightly. She frowned, but he thought her clumsiness was part of her charm. She wasn’t a perfectly smooth woman who never had a hair out place. There was a cloud of chaos that seemed to follow her, and he enjoyed sorting through it all. She rearranged her legs, finding the proper position. “Sorry.”

He put a hand in her hair, burying it in the soft stuff. “Don’t be. I like you the way you are, love.”

She chuckled a little. “I thought the point of this was to change me.”

A frown settled on his face as he looked down at her. She didn’t understand at all. “No. I don’t want to change you. I like you. You’re sweet and kind. There’s nothing wrong with you. If you want, we’ll drop the homework and stuff. It’s not meant to change you. It’s meant to help you get what you want. Ashley, baby, I’m just here to help you be the best you, not to find a different you. If you want to become someone else, I’ll walk out the door right now because I won’t be a part of that.”

There was no way to miss the tears in her eyes. “Really?”

He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. “Really. I never meant to make you think differently. But I do think you can learn discipline when it comes to your studies.”

A brilliant smile touched her lips. “I like our arrangement. It’s helping. But I do want to learn how to…how…” A flustered sigh came out of her mouth. “I want to be very good at sucking your cock, Sir.”

He groaned. “I want that, too. Unlace my leathers and take my cock in your hands.”

Discipline. Fuck, he was going to need it or he would spew come all over her the minute she touched him.

She fumbled a little with the ties on his leathers, but she seemed resolute. Her fingers weren’t shaking. Her eyes were firmly on the task in front of her as though she was really interested in what she was about to uncover.

It had been so long since he’d had honest desire from a woman. Because of his desire to avoid long-term attachments, he’d found himself spending the last several years with women who wanted him for his money or his connections. Ashley didn’t seem to care about either of those. She just wanted him, and that was the sexiest thing he’d seen in a long time.

But she was killing him. Slowly, so slowly, she unlaced him, her fingers working carefully. He wanted to rip the damn things open, set his dick free, and shove it in her mouth, but he couldn’t do that to her. So he stood there, his eyes nearly crossing from the wait. Finally she got the laces undone and folded the sides down, allowing his cock to spring free.

His ego took a big boost from the way her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open slightly.

“Wow. I didn’t expect you to be so big.”

“I’m really hard right now, love. Don’t make me laugh or you’ll get more than you expected. It’s going to be fine. As wet as you are, I’ll slide right in, but touch me first. I can’t wait to feel your hands on me.” He couldn’t be more honest than that. He knew some Doms allowed their subs to think they could take them or leave them, liked keeping a sub in a constant state of trying to please the Dom, but Ashley deserved to know how much he wanted her. “I might die if you don’t touch me.”

It seemed to be all she needed. She reached out and brushed her fingertips over him, causing his dick to jump and twitch. He saw the moment she realized her power over him. A little smile curled her mouth up and she sat straighter, confidence making her radiant. “I wouldn’t want you to die, Sir.”

Her small hand ran along his length and she stared at him as though she’d never had the chance to revel in the intimacy, and likely she hadn’t. From what he understood, her sexual encounters had been hurried affairs with no real thought to her pleasure. Her lover had been a selfish boy who hadn’t cared about his woman’s needs.

He gritted his teeth, determined to not do the same. Sex should be a long, slow process, a dance between lovers. Later, he could shove her up against a wall and fuck her quick, but tonight was about teaching her how deep they could sink into each other.

“Can I touch your…testicles sounds too clinical.”

“Balls, love. Yeah, cup my balls.” He groaned as she did just that. “I like you to touch me. I like you to show me how comfortable you are with my body. There shouldn’t be any barriers between us. I’m your Dom, your lover. If there’s something you want to try, all you have to do is ask. I can’t promise you’ll like everything, but we’ll try it together.”

She rolled his balls in her palm. “Even if I wanted to try the TENs unit thingee? Not on my pussy though. It’s just the nipples thing looked interesting.”

Fuck yeah. He could play doctor. “Sure. I’ll set up a scene for us. It’s all open to you. I need you to lick the head now.”

She leaned forward and swiped at him with her tongue. Pure pleasure rippled along his spine.

Ashley settled in, seeming to relax into the work. She drew the head of his cock into her mouth, lightly grazing him with her teeth. When she heard him groan, she pulled back. “Was that too much?”

He put a hand on her head, drawing her back. “No. I’ll tell you if you hurt me, but you’ll find most men can take a bite of pain when they’re this aroused. Take more. Lick and suck me. You can’t go wrong as long as I’m in your mouth.”

She leaned forward and sucked him past her lips. Her hands came up, balancing against his body, sliding up his hamstrings. He shifted, shoving his leathers down so she could touch bare skin. Her tongue did a number on his cock, whirling around and around. She slid forward, taking nearly half his dick in one long swallow. Her hands found his ass, cupping him, surrounding him in her unique warmth.