She's All In: Club 3, Book 1 (10 page)

Oh crap, she was crying like a little kid. This was so not sexy. But she couldn’t help it.

It had taken all her courage to admit that she wanted this and then to walk in the door. And then he’d just kept pushing her harder and harder, past new boundaries, one after the other. Accept a collar, Daisy. Recite the club rules, Daisy. Take off your skirt, Daisy.

Lying down across Dack’s lap, a physical admission to him that she wanted him enough to let him dominate her sexually, had been difficult enough. And now this. She’d let those other men spank her like a naughty little girl, all for a stupid mistake that hadn’t even been her fault. And now he was doing it—and it was starting to hurt.

Her shoulders hunched as her tears dammed up in her throat and then burst free in a muffled sob, her tangled emotions, needs, fears and desires breaking free.

Dack’s hand settled on her ass, but in a caress this time, soothing the flesh he’d punished. He leaned sideways, his body shifting protectively under and over hers, his face close to her ear. “Hey, it’s okay, Petal. I’ve got you. All done now.”

Humiliated by her tears and the way she’d let Dack see her vulnerability, Daisy burrowed into his lap, hiding her face in the crook of his huge arm. It seemed the only safe place to shelter from the storm raging in her. Why had she even let him—all of them—do that to her?

Hair brushed the nape of her neck, below the tie of her halter, and then his warm lips as he pressed a soft kiss there. He kissed her again, his beard and mustache a counterpoint to his mouth.

Daisy shuddered at the pleasure of the gentle caress after the spanking. She wanted him to keep going, all down her bare back. She loved having her back stroked. Turned out being kissed there was even better, even when she was scared and furious at herself and at the guy doing it.

“You want up?” he asked, his voice a soft rasp in her ear as he petted her ass again.

She nodded. Of course she wanted up, the big muscle-bound…dom.

He made a low hmm-ing sound, as if considering, and kissed her shoulder. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“What kind of deal?” she demanded, sniffling. It better not involve more spanking of any kind whatsoever.

“I know you’re shook up,” he said. “But I think you’re turned on too. I’m gonna check on that.”

Oh God, his fingertips were sliding down into the crease between her ass cheeks. Daisy froze, her eyes wide. Her pussy contracted in a shock of excitement.

Dack chuckled wickedly. “If you’re not turned on, Petal, I’ll let you up. But if you are…”

He slid his fingers deeper, following the line of the thong riding into her crack.

“If I am, what?” she choked, hanging on to his arm. He held her, his arm curling protectively, his hand cupping her far shoulder.

“If you are, I get to make you come…right here.”

Chapter Seven

Dack found the edge of the triangle of leather over her labia and probed his fingertips under the edge. Which wasn’t difficult, because she was so wet the leather was soaked, and his broad, calloused fingertips slid right into her swollen folds.

Oh, she was glad it was so dark back here. Mason and his date were smooching, and no one else could see her, could they?

Daisy caught her breath, arching in his arms as Dack thrust his long finger right inside her pussy. “Ahh.” Oh, God, she couldn’t believe she was letting him do that—not that he’d asked. He’d simply told her he was going to do it and then done it. And that was so freaking sexy.

She could feel his penetration clear to her toes. As if he’d found the hot, molten center of her need and want and opened the floodgates.

He gave a low groan of satisfaction that rumbled through her like a warm glow of approval. “Oh, little Petal, you’re so wet. So tight, squeezing my finger. Can you take two for me?”

Daisy found herself squirming on his lap, even opening her legs a little farther. Yes she could take two fingers for him. Oh please, oh God—yes. He thrust two fingers inside her this time, plumbing the depths of her pussy, which felt every single callous and knob on his fingers. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. Somehow the pleasure of his caress was all tangled up with the embarrassment of letting him spank her and hold her down.

And then he twisted his hand enough to probe one finger under her thong and find her clitoris.

Daisy whimpered into his cradling arm as he circled her swollen clitoris with a light slippery touch, still fucking her with two fingers. Oh, God, that was so much better than when she did it herself. Oh God, she was going to—

“Isn’t our little club virgin pretty?” he asked. Daisy froze as she realized that he was no longer speaking just to her.

“She is, Dack.”

“She’s gorgeous.”

Holy crap, more remarks. A chorus of male and female voices answered him, above and behind her. Club members were gathering around, just to watch him play with her pussy.

Her eyes flew open, and she saw Mason directly across from her, the blonde curled in his lap. They were both watching while Mason stroked the blonde’s thigh under her short skirt. He winked at Daisy, his eyes heavy and intent. He was turned on. He was enjoying watching Dack play with her.

And the others watching maybe had that same look. They were excited because they could see everything Dack did to her. Not every detail, because the lights were dim back here, but they could see that he had his fingers inside her pussy, that it was wet and swollen, and that when he petted her clitoris like that it made her toes curl in her sandals, made her arch her back as the pleasure grew too great to bear without moving.

“That’s right,” he approved, his voice a low and intimate growl, just for her. “Everyone’s watching us, Petal. They see how pretty you are right now, with your gorgeous ass pink from my discipline, and your pussy creaming for my fingers.”

Daisy turned her burning face into his arm and opened her mouth against the hot, smooth skin of his forearm.

“Do you want to come now?” he asked her, his finger stilling on her clitoris.

With a whimper of dismay, she nodded quickly. It wasn’t just that she wanted to. It was that she had to come, right now.

“Good,” he approved. His finger rubbed her clitoris with a swift, firm touch. “Come now, Petal. Let everyone see you come for me.”

The pleasure coalesced under his fingertip, around the two plumbing her pussy, until his touch was the only important thing in her world. It built and built until Daisy could no longer contain it nor stop her hips from moving, riding his fingers.

She moaned, a high, breathy sound as her pussy imploded with bliss, squeezing his fingers, and then burst outward, flooding through her body in waves of pleasure. She bit down on firm, smooth flesh, reveling in his taste.

Then she relaxed and sank into his sheltering arms, feeling him cradle her close as if he knew that was what she needed while the last echoes of pleasure shivered through her.

But then he spoke, his voice hard. “Come here, Petal.” Not offering her an iota of choice but commanding her.

He tugged her up on her hands and knees, and before she knew it, he was showing her exactly how he wanted her, and she was obeying. She perched astride his hard thighs, facing him.

Daisy tipped her head down, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to catch her breath. She was as exhausted as if she’d been working out or running. She braced one palm on his leather-covered chest, just needing a moment to get herself together, deal with the shock of letting her naughty, twisted side take over…in public. Her pussy was still pulsing with need, wanting more of what he’d given her, and that was just so wrong. Had she really just allowed him to do that to her?

But his hands, big and hot and calloused, closed on the sides of her head. “That’s a really pretty pose for a sub,” he said. “But your ruffled daisy-petal hair is not what I want to see right now.” His hands tightening, Dack tipped her head up so she had to face him. She opened her eyes, stared at his bearded jaw, biting her lip. Was that a smug, snarky grin that said she was easy prey and he had her number?

“Look at me, Petal,” he commanded. “No, really look at me.”

She did. He was smiling, all right, but it was a look of…pride. In her? His eyes were warm, and his thumbs caressed her cheeks, a slow, tender sweep as he looked into her eyes.

“I’m proud of you, Petal. You did good, real good. You have no idea how hot and sexy you are when you come.”

Daisy searched his eyes. “I—I am?”

He raised one heavy, arching brow, his smile slipping. “You doubt my word?”

Before conscious thought could drive it, her head shook quickly. “No.”

He nodded, once. “Good. Now look around you. You see anyone who doesn’t look like they got off on watching you come?”

Daisy froze. She’d actually almost forgotten they were surrounded by other people, watching. And he was taking his hands away, lowering them to her bare thighs, so she couldn’t hide in his grasp.

“Look, Petal.” A direct command.

Her face flaming with embarrassment all over again, Daisy turned her attention away from his bearded face.

A couple stood behind him, to the right. The man smiled at Daisy over his date’s head, while he—oh, geez, he had his hand up inside her short leather dress, and he was playing with her, her legs spread, her head arched back against his chest, her eyes glazed. Okay, they’d enjoyed watching her.

Daisy looked farther and blinked. A guy, a dom, obviously, was unzipping his date’s skirt. As Daisy watched, he bent her over the nearest bar table, and proceeded to spank her bare, plump ass. She jerked in his grasp, but her face held a look of pleasure, and she was gazing around to see who was watching her.

And, oh God, was that slim little redhead really going to—yes, she was kneeling before her date right at the end of the sofa, taking his cock in her mouth right where everyone could see. He held her head with his fingers speared into her long hair, and he was grinning at Dack.

Daisy heard a smack and a sharp squeal behind her. Clutching Dack’s vest for balance, she twisted on his thighs to watch.

Mason had his date draped over his lap, her dress open, and he was spanking her, on her front. What the hell? He gave her a sharp smack on the front of her bare thigh, and she squirmed, whimpering with pleasure. Smiling at Daisy, he smacked her again, right on her mons. The blonde arched in his arms, opening her thighs farther.

Dack chuckled. “Oh, we’ll try that another time, Petal. But now”—he tapped his hand imperatively on her bare thigh—“I want your attention on me.”

Daisy turned back to him, hiding the fact her world was rocking on its axis, about to topple right off. “You sure are bossy. You really like this dom stuff, don’t you?”

He grinned at her, his hands sliding up to her hips, his thumbs doing that caressing thing again, this time on the tender bare skin of her groin, just above her mons. “Yes, I do. And you seem to like being a sub. Don’t you?”

She looked down at her hand clutching at his vest. She forced herself to let go. She didn’t need to be hanging on to him like a lifeline. And she wasn’t admitting anything…yet.

Dack’s hand lifted to cup the back of her neck and tightened.

She looked at him in shock. His smile was gone, his eyes narrowed. “I’m getting tired of repeating myself, Petal.” He flicked a look down at her throat and back to her eyes. “When you put that collar on, you agreed to be my sub. Now, I’m holding up my end of the deal. Are you?”

Daisy fumbled for words, her heart thumping. “Um—what do you mean?”

One side of his mouth lifted in derision. “Answering a question with a question doesn’t cut it. Daisy, if you can’t be honest with me, and with yourself, this isn’t gonna work. Now I’m gonna ask you one more time. Do you like being my sub?”

His hand gentled, caressing her nape as if he couldn’t have his hands on her and not pet her. Pleasure rippled through her skin. She nodded shyly.

“Out loud for me, Petal.”

Daisy took a deep breath. “I like…being a sub.” Oh God, she’d said it. Heat flushed down over her throat and cleavage.

“Whose sub?” he pushed, his hand tightening.

“Yours.” Her mouth trembled, and she bit her lip to hide the sudden, visceral reaction

“And do you like it when I make you do what I want?”

“Yes. I…I like it when you—when you tell me what to do.” Oh, crap, she was going to cry again. How the hell had her emotions gotten tied up in this? It was just supposed to be fun sex.

“Ah, come here.” He tugged, and she obeyed, leaning forward to lie on his chest, her head on his shoulder, her face against his throat.

She wriggled closer, soaking in the heat of his smooth skin. He smelled so good, and he was so big, so powerful, he made her feel small and feminine and safe. No longer exposed, as she had been while admitting to her desires, and having him fulfill some of them.

He hugged her close, his big hands stroking her back, her ass. Ouch, even though it hurt when he stroked where he’d spanked her, she loved being held this way, her face buried in his throat, where she could inhale his scent. He smelled so good she wanted to lick him up, starting with the strong column of his throat.