Crave Me Page 13

  “Of course.”

  His hand tightened, and my eyes widened in surprise. “Excuse me, sub?”

  Right. “Sir. I understand, sir.”

  “Good.” He dropped his hand and took me by the bicep. His steps were sure and quick, confident without a cocky swagger so common in athletes. “Now, we’re going to get a drink, mingle a bit, and when I declare you ready, we’ll go play. But tonight, Chloe, is not just about you forgetting what happened last time, it’s also for me, so be prepared because I won’t go easy on you.”

  As if I needed the reminder.

  I fought the urge to roll my eyes. He’d already denied me once. I was bound and determined not to let it happen again. I could still feel his touch on my thighs and inside my pussy from the car earlier. Still ached for him to finish what he’d started.

  We reached the bar and I waited next to him quietly, my hands clasped in front of me, and my eyes focused downward. He’d gone over the rules of a claimed sub before. Subs weren’t supposed to make contact with any other Dom, unless given permission first by theirs. I wasn’t even supposed to speak to another sub without Simon’s approval first.

  It sounded archaic the first time I’d read about typical BDSM rules. Even when Simon had explained it earlier, I’d had to bite back the desire to argue over it. Yet, as I stood next to him, quiet and meek, a calm glided over my skin, warming me from the inside out.

  I had nothing to worry about tonight. I had nothing to think about. He’d told me it repeatedly, but it wasn’t until he slid a glass of white wine in front of me and then brushed his hand through my hair, down my back, that the rules clicked into place.

  Here, it was his job to take care of me. It was his responsibility to ensure no one spoke to me, no one scared me or made me feel unwelcome. I handed over my safety to Simon as soon as I agreed to be his sub, as soon as he declared he’d train me. I had absolutely nothing to fear, no lists to make, no rules other than pleasing him. And I pleased him by remaining at his side, allowing him to care for me in the manner he deemed fit.

  My shoulders sank with a sudden wash of relief and calmness as I realized all of it and I reached for my wine. I took a sip and leaned into Simon. My head rested against his chest and his hand continued running up and down my exposed back, the strength and warmth of his hand, his callused fingers running up and down my spine.

  “I see you finally understand, sub.”

  His lips pressed against the top of my head and I nodded against his shoulder.

  “Yeah.” My voice sounded like the purr of a content kitten. My lids grew heavy. “I get it now, sir.”

  “Well,” Master Dylan said.

  My back straightened.

  “I see your training is going beautifully. How does she play?”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Simon

  I’d finally gotten her to relax, to understand the lure of seduction pulsing in your veins when you enter Luminous. From the music, to the shimmering gray walls, the clink of glasses and crystal everywhere, Luminous was more seduction and desire than lust and sin. It lulled inhibitions and whispered of fantasy.

  Chloe tightened beneath my touch, and I scowled at Dylan’s teasing tone.

  “You need something?”

  His expression as severe as always, Dylan glanced at Chloe before moving his gaze back to me. “I wanted to see how your sub is healing.”

  I dropped my hand from Chloe’s back to her hip, brushing my lips against her hair. All the calmness in her had dissipated when Dylan strolled up to us. “You may speak to him, sub.”

  Dylan’s eyes crinkled at the edges, the only proof he was enjoying this moment. I nodded at his slave, Gabby, the woman who had helped Chloe the night she was hurt. “And your slave, she’s well?”

  “Ask her yourself,” he replied. “I’d like a few minutes with your sub, if you don’t mind.”

  I trusted Dylan explicitly so I gave Chloe a tiny shove in his direction. “Just a few, we have a date on the St. Andrew’s cross soon.”

  Dylan led Chloe away to the far end of the bar. It was to give them privacy so he could see how she truly was doing, but I still ground my teeth together. He didn’t touch her. Despite owning the club, Dylan always followed the rules and since I’d made it clear she was mine, he wouldn’t.

  I still didn’t like seeing her talk to him, though. Especially when he said something that made her lift her gaze to his head-on and a smile stretched her glossy pink lips.

  “Is she truly doing okay, sir?” Gabby asked, stepping up next to me. “I was so worried, and my Master’s been beside himself knowing someone was hurt so badly here.”

  I ran a hand down my face. While I’d been instructing Chloe to forget everything from her last visit, I still remembered the blood-curdling sounds of her screams. “She’s training well,” I responded.

  Gabby’s eyes flickered to mine and she pressed her lips together. “Which isn’t what I was asking.”

  As a slave, she shouldn’t have questioned me in the first place, but I’d known both Dylan and Gabby for years. I’d been one of the early members at the club and had spent uncountable nights at their house enjoying dinner and football and hockey games. Dylan and I were friends, Gabby was one too, by extension, and outside the club, she was as tough as nails, owning her own bar that tended to get more than rowdy on the weekends. We went well beyond acquaintances at a sex club so I allowed her question.

  “What are you getting at, Gabby?”

  “She’s new to the life, obviously, and has already experienced what can happen. I simply want to know if she has someone to talk to.”

  “She has me.”

  She fought an eye roll, barely, and for a moment, I considered grabbing Dylan to discipline her. Friends or not, she still owed me the respect I was due as a Dom.

  “I apologize, sir,” she said. The teasing glint in her eye told me she knew she’d pushed a boundary. It was one I wouldn’t tolerate for long. “And I don’t want to overstep my bounds, but Dylan has told me you’re simply training her. I’d like to get together with her and Haley so we can answer her questions. Just to make her more comfortable when you’re through with her. Sir.”

  An unfamiliar pain squeezed my chest. “Be careful, slave, unless you’re itching for a punishment from your Master tonight. I don’t think Dylan would appreciate the tone you’re using right now.”

  She smiled back, unaffected by my threat, but why would she be?

  “I’m simply asking for your permission to take her out for lunch this weekend so Haley and I can talk to her.”

  I took a drink of my water, having ordered it when I’d gotten wine for Chloe. There was a two-drink rule at Luminous but tonight I didn’t want to be affected by anything other than Chloe’s trust in me. “You have my permission.” I drained the glass of water, seeing Dylan leading Chloe back to us. “Call her tomorrow, after ten in the morning. She’ll be busy before then.”

  My intention clear, I reached for Chloe as she returned and pulled her to my side. “You okay?” I asked, tugging on her hair so she was forced to look at me.

  “I’m well, sir. Dylan just wanted to ensure I was healed and okay.”

  She wasn’t nervous and she didn’t have an attitude. Whatever Dylan had said to her had calmed her again and she was back, leaning against me like she needed me to hold her up.

  “Then are you ready to play?”

  Her eyes moved toward the bar. I chuckled at the sudden look of nerves in her eyes and pulled her against me, my hand at the back of her head. “Finish your drink, sub. We’ll play only when you’re ready.”

  “Thank you, sir.” Her voice was soft and pliant.

  My dick hardened at her beautiful tone. She’d be saying it quite a bit tonight. Over and over again she’d thank me for everything I wa
s going to do to her.

  I allowed her to drink, and turned my focus back to Dylan. Gabby was watching Chloe and when she realized she truly was okay, she smiled at me, and dropped her head in submission.

  “Your slave is being difficult, Dylan,” I said, unable to help myself.

  Dylan’s hand curved around the back of Gabby’s neck and her head jolted backward. He’d tugged on her locked collar, a symbol of his ownership he’d given her years ago.

  I grinned into my water glass.

  “Is this true, slave?”

  “It wasn’t my intention, Master. I simply wanted to check on Chloe.”

  “And is Chloe your responsibility or mine and her Dom’s?”

  A chagrined look crossed her face and her gaze flicked to mine even while she maintained a posture of submission. We might have been friends outside the club, but I didn’t consider what I’d done tattling. I was giving Gabby something she wanted, and something Dylan would enjoy even more.

  “Yours, Master, I’m sorry.”

  “Perhaps you need to be reminded.” Dylan’s deep voice rumbled in a threatening way and in my arms, Chloe trembled.

  Based on the blush on her cheeks and the way she licked her lips, she was turned on just by watching them.

  He nodded once. “Thank you for informing me of my slave’s disobedience. If you’ll excuse us, I believe she needs to be reminded of her place.”

  “Very well, enjoy your evening.” I pressed the water glass to my lips again, failing to hide the amusement in my smile.

  He returned a similar expression to Chloe, albeit without the smile. “You too, although I don’t believe you have anything to worry about.”

  Dylan pulled a leather strap out of his pocket and clipped it to the back of Gabby’s collar. “Let’s go, slave. I believe you have some apologizing to do for embarrassing me in my own club.”

  He jerked it firmly and a small bell on the leash he’d attached to Gabby’s collar jingled. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  Her tone and expression was completely compliant. As Dylan led Gabby away, she turned her head toward me, grinning, and winked.

  Another pain, this one hot and searing, slammed into my chest with the force to almost knock me backward. I’d never wanted a slave. I didn’t want the twenty-four seven responsibility, preferring to play sexually only. The pain burned brighter as I kept my gaze on the leash Dylan held in his hand.

  A vision of Chloe, on her knees, all fours, crawling through my home, kneeling on my wood floors while I controlled her movements with the tug of a leash flashed in my mind and my cock hardened.

  “Come on, sub.” I took the glass of wine from Chloe’s hand and placed it on the bar. “I believe you’re ready to play, too.”

  * * *

  I didn’t see either Gabby and Dylan or Haley and Jensen as I guided Chloe toward the staircase leading to the public rooms. I assumed Gabby and Dylan had disappeared into his office where he could discipline his slave while keeping an eye on the club through a two-way mirror we passed on the way. Gabby had been right, too, and something I shouldn’t have overlooked.

  As a sub, it was imperative Chloe had someone who understood her role from the position of a peer and not an owner. All relationships had problems, vanilla and kinky, and it always helped to be able to have someone to talk to. I trusted Gabby and Haley completely to be there for her and honest. Haley, while still relatively new to the life, also had experience and a giant, gentle heart.

  When I didn’t see them, even watching as we reached the door to the first playroom, I gave myself a mental reminder to inform Chloe about Gabby calling her tomorrow. It’d be good for her not only to get out, but also to learn more about the life from two slaves.

  “We’ll only watch for a few minutes,” I told Chloe. “I want you taking in everything. Your last experience wasn’t as it should have been, as we all know. Before I begin to do with you what I have planned, I want you to look around, and see what you think you might like. Understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered, her voice gone a bit dry.

  “Very well, then.” I pushed open the door and led her through, my hand wrapped around the back of her neck.

  The moment I walked into the room, my senses were assaulted. The scent of oils and lubes hit me first, along with the sweet smell of leather. Gasps and moans, pleasurable and pained, reached my ears and I took in everything. There were already two women on St. Andrew’s crosses. Another woman bound to a bed, wrists and ankles stretched taught while four men played with her. One dribbled ice down her stomach and I guided Chloe in that direction first, wanting her to remember the night I stuffed her full of ice before I ate her.

  She’d been glorious and had shown me how strong she was. How much she didn’t just want the life and the kinky sex, but how much she wanted me. Not only the Dom, but the man.

  No one else, no woman I ever had, compared to the way Chloe’s eagerness and sexual responses spoke to me.

  I guided her to the front of the crowd so she could clearly see the fivesome.

  “Here,” I demanded, pulling her in front of me. Her dress was so short, I could get her off while we watched others play.

  She trembled in my hold and my dick hardened, pressed against the zipper on my slacks. I wrapped an arm around her stomach, pulled her flush against my chest and pressed my erection against her ass.

  “Watch how they’re teasing her,” I whispered in her ear, dragging my fingers up her thigh, “and tell me what you see.”

  She shuddered again and her back pulled tight as she exhaled.

  When she didn’t immediately answer, I squeezed her thigh with my hand, warning her.

  She shook her head and straightened her back. “Sorry, sir,” she whispered, turning to me so I could hear her. “But there’s so much, it’s hard to know where to begin.”

  “With whatever catches your eye first.”

  She turned back, licking her lips while her eyes roamed over the group. Four men. One woman. She was clamped at her nipples, a thin metal chain drawn to her clit. One man licked her protruding nipples while another licked around her clit. A third man ran his hard dick around her open mouth, wiping it over her lips before thrusting it inside her so deep she gagged. The final man touched her everywhere, ran his hands up and down her legs, into her pussy before tasting her wetness.

  It was so damn hot. All those men, one small woman. My dick pressed against my zipper, needing to be released from the tight confines. Sexual intercourse wasn’t allowed within the walls of the club. Dylan refusing to ever risk the possibility of being charged with prostitution since we paid for memberships. But this woman would have multiple orgasms before she left.

  “The man touching her,” Chloe whispered, finally answering. “He’s enthralled by her. Do they know each other?”

  “Her Dom is the man currently shoving his dick deep down her throat,” I answered. “But he enjoys claiming his sub in front of others, letting them look and touch, and never have.”

  “And the man touching her, feeling every inch of her, who is he?”

  “Bennett. He’s a Dom and a friend of mine.”

  And he’d be perfect for her. My grip on her tightened and I closed my eyes, resting my chin on her shoulder.

  “Tell me what he’s doing. Pretend I can’t see. And explain why your body is practically vibrating with lust while you watch another woman.”

  Jealousy tightened my voice, and I couldn’t hide it. I was letting her go soon and she could be checking Bennett out as someone who interested her. Of course she would. Tall and built, and even bigger than me, every submissive in the place desired Bennett’s hands on their bodies.

  “His hands are soft,” she said. “He’s touching her calves, running his hands up her thighs. I imagine it tickles her, but ev
ery time he gets near her, she arches toward him like she misses his touch when it’s gone.” Chloe’s hands unclasped and she let them fall to her sides, like she was fighting the urge not to mimic Bennett’s movements on her own body.

  “When he touches her, he lingers, like he doesn’t want to pull away. He might be teasing her, he might just be playing, but he’s worshipping her...grazing her reverently, adoring her with nothing more than the focus of his gaze and the brush of his fingers.”

  “Is it what you want, sub? To be worshipped?”

  She shivered in my hold and I ran my fingers to her inner thighs. On instinct, she widened her stance, and I smiled into the crook of her neck. “Yes. It’s what I’ve always wanted.”

  “So you weren’t drawn to the lifestyle by the pain, but for the worship.”

  This was why I wanted her to watch in the first place. On pen and paper, BDSM was a list of rules, guidelines and contracts and implements and punishments. But at the heart of it, everyone craved it for different reasons.

  And she’d just handed me the way to her heart and soul on a silver platter.

  “I’m going to touch you while you watch,” I whispered in her ear, studying her glassy expression. “Tell me what he’s doing. Everywhere he touches Selia, the woman on the table, I’m going to do the same to you. Understand?”

  Her head pressed against my shoulder and she sighed, like she was already so close to pleasure she couldn’t respond.

  “Her side and her ribs,” she said without hesitation. “He’s running his hand down her side, from her shoulder, over the mounds of her breasts and her ribs.”

  She continued speaking, her body trembling like a live wire, electrified. Every word she spoke, I followed. I slipped my finger against her wet clit, pulling her dress up so anyone who wanted could watch while I sank my fingers deep inside her.

  “Do you know I can dominate you right here with my fingers inside your pussy? I can hold you immobile until you fall apart, scream out your orgasm and it would be so loud, so beautiful, everyone in this room would fix their attention on you.”