The spotlights above beamed down on Kenzie, illuminating her beautifully in the dark corner of the dungeon. Porter concentrated on her breathing, noticing it was deep and labored. She swayed her hips with each swipe of the feathers across her sweet cunt.
Christ,
she’s a sexy little thing.
Ever since he’d met Kenzie, he wanted her. Badly. Now his hunger increased to an intense craving. He never intended to make this emotional and powerful between them. This was all a task he had agreed to take on—to get Kenzie to surrender. Yet she was shockingly making it very easy for him. And he couldn’t piece together why that was.
He also couldn’t stop his heart, which somehow wanted
more
.
She captivated him now, as she reminded him of a kitten, full of energy one minute, hissing at him the next. Her kiss and her odd reaction to him made him curious about her. It made him want to explore her on a deeper level. Something he hadn’t wanted from any sub, not since Cora. Not since he grew tired of his relationships never leading to long-lasting love. This scene wasn’t about a casual encounter any longer, it was two souls searching for something bigger than themselves.
He dragged the feathers across her bottom, and as Kenzie shivered, he wondered about her. He wouldn’t pretend to guess why she was so disconnected from her body. Her resistance to him also made no sense, when her body simply wanted to let go.
Though what kept playing on his thoughts was why she craved pain. He’d met quite a few masochists in his time, and he’d bet his money that Kenzie wasn’t one. Her limits stated only pain after pleasure, which told him she liked erotic pain—pain that took her pleasure higher. She didn’t get off on the pain itself, which proved she wasn’t a masochist. She reacted intensely under his touch, behaving in a way so different from what he’d seen from her, and that intrigued him.
Had he pegged her entirely wrong? Was she simply a little lost, not insolent?
More important, he couldn’t help but wonder if something special had been right in front of him this entire time and he had overlooked her. He returned the flogger to her sex, and she moaned, a sweet sound that surprised him. Every time he’d observed her play, she’d been screaming her pleasure or pain—you couldn’t tell the difference. Never had he seen her softer side, expressing the joy of pure sensation, until now. This lovely moaning sound cut right through his heart, and he rather enjoyed that she made it for
him.
He leaned against the side of the table and tucked his finger under her panties, then pulled them to the side and discovered her heated flesh was soaking wet. He smiled, pleased that she became so aroused for him. Perhaps the chemistry he sensed between them when they first kissed was mutual.
He felt a connection to her, all right, one he didn’t want to toy with. She acted differently with him, and he wouldn’t be blind to it. A submissive was telling him how much she wanted him, possibly needed him, and he heard her message loud and clear.
Watching her response, he tickled the feathers over her swollen flesh, and she gasped, pushing her bottom back against him. He didn’t mind. In fact, he preferred her to speak with her body instead of her snappy mouth. She moaned again as he slid a finger over her wet slit. She dropped her head and groaned as he circled her hard clit.
Christ,
he’d never witnessed her so lost in pure pleasure, and the beauty of it stunned him.
Who knew Kenzie could be handled with a softer hand and like it?
Lusciously positioned on her hands and knees, her body continued to mesmerize him. Her seductive curves and creamy skin tempted him—to taste, to own, to devour until she begged him to stop.
He admired the moisture glistening off her folds, placing his finger against her pussy, teasing her—something he assumed few have done. Club Sin Doms quickly tired of her disrespectful mouth and typically flogged and spanked her, then quickly fucked her to end the scene. Porter knew his challenges up front as the Masters prepared him for Kenzie’s attitude. Though he thought he had a plan to approach her, how he’d handle her, their connection was doing that for him now.
Fuck,
it created a curiosity in him he hadn’t expected.
Why do you burn for me so nicely?
The question hung in the air like a heat wave. He drew in her cinnamon spicy scent and pushed a finger just inside her warm and wet sex. As she relaxed under his touch, he slid inside her and noted that in this moment, Kenzie was entirely silent.
Where is that smart mouth?
He replaced one finger with two, and her cunt contracted around his fingers, so he placed the handle of the flogger on top of her bottom, letting the feather fall over her puckered hole. Every thrust of his fingers made her body shake, which then teased her anus with the feathers.
Her moans grew louder.
His cock went rock hard.
While Porter did this scene for her in a different manner than she was used to, he wasn’t expecting her to react differently. He assumed she would continue with her insolent behavior. Now he only witnessed a submissive offering herself and appreciating the pleasure he gave her, in the manner he wanted to give it. She was completely lost to sensation and pulled from her mind, with very little effort from him.
That stunned him.
He thrust his fingers a little faster, and he felt the increasing moisture across his skin, and also heard the hitch of her breath. For two months he had studied Kenzie come under the hands of many Doms, and he’d seen the intensity on her face. But with him, her climax was building slowly and seductively, and Porter was enjoying it.
This was a more honest response.
When she began to gasp and tremble, he hastily removed his fingers. She outright shook herself, as if her body was confused by what he’d done—not used to being refused an orgasm. Porter paused, waiting for her to lash out at him, but she never said a word.
Surprised by her, he shook the flogger on her bottom, tickling her anus. Her loud gasp and how she arched her bottom higher pleased him. He approved enough that he reached for his belt and unbuckled it with one hand.
He had desired her for weeks now, and he wouldn’t wait any longer. Continuing to tease her puckered hole with the feathers, he removed his jeans and boxer briefs. He inched her forward and joined her on the table. His knees pressed against the hard wood as he positioned himself behind her. So lost in pleasure, he wondered if she’d even noticed him.
He held his heavy erection in his hand and ran the tip over her slit. Her head snapped up and she gave a moan filled with desperation. His cock throbbed as he teased her slit with his bare penis, as using a condom was not a hard limit for Kenzie. Her agreement stated that she had an IUD. And Dmitri enforced high standards in the club. Members were tested regularly for STDs, including HIV, and it pleased Porter that she didn’t request condoms. Feeling Kenzie’s soaked cunt from his gentle touch fed the Dominant part of his soul.
She started shaking, so he pressed his cock farther against her tight heat and slowly entered her. Her cunt stretched to take him all in, and he kept the feathers tickling her ass as he moved in, inch by inch, until she took all of him. He leaned down over her and kissed her shoulder, feeling it damp with sweat.
She tasted salty. She tasted sweet. She tasted like perfection.
He shifted his hip gently, slowly in and out, and he felt and appreciated all of her. She moaned with each thrust as her arousal spread across him. He reveled in how her lower lips hugged him. Not greedy, as if demanding him, but like he belonged right there inside her, fitting so perfectly and leaving no space between them.
She didn’t arch into him as he dragged his fingernails gently over her back, which was what he expected from her—taking all he gave in the manner that she wanted. No, she stayed perfectly still in the spot he’d put her in.
Perfect, kitten.
His grunts deepened as pleasure blazed across him. Her heart-shaped ass was damn sexy, and he enjoyed the way his body looked against hers. The contrast between her pale skin and his tanned flesh was a sight he could soak in for hours. An odd sense of possession made him give a hard thrust, and she screamed, her pussy gripping him tightly, making him soften his movements. That was not the type of orgasm he wanted from her. That was not how he wanted to end their scene. He wanted
this
woman to succumb.
Only for him.
There was something very special in that thought, and he found himself caught up in it. Now that he saw her without the barriers she’d put up, and in this new light—he knew he’d need more. He dragged his fingernails over her back, softly, never giving her the firm touches she was used to, touching her differently from what she was accustomed to, from what she demanded. Showing her he wouldn’t tolerate her impertinence.
This
woman was the only one who would receive pleasure from him.
This
woman was special and deserved to be adored. Yet he knew even that wasn’t enough. He couldn’t take from her like others had. In fact, he realized he didn’t want to be like any other Dom. He wanted her to see him differently, too.
She began to pant, and her inner muscles went into strong convulsions around his shaft, and his cock ached to blow. He gritted his teeth, fighting off his climax. No matter that he wanted to stay right there deep inside her, he slowly withdrew and paused for her to lash out at him.
She remained silent. Her head was bowed to the table, and her lax body told him she wasn’t greedy for her orgasm. It appeared she was grateful for the pleasure. Confusion carried through his mind as he hopped off the table, and as he dressed he turned to the crowd, watching for their reaction. Club Sin Masters Kyler, Sawyer, and Aidan all looked on with surprise. Submissives Ella and Cora both seemed equally astonished.
Porter fastened his belt, focusing directly on Dmitri. His friend’s eyes were fixed on Kenzie before Dmitri shrugged with a puzzled expression. Porter nodded agreement, in full understanding. Of all the things he had expected tonight, Kenzie submitting to him wasn’t one of them. Everyone, plus himself, expected a battle of wills and a fight for power. Not an unusually quiet Kenzie, demanding nothing at all.
He moved in front of her, tucking a finger under her chin. Her eyes lifted to his and they were dazed…cloudy almost, confused even. To garner her focus, he pinched her chin. When her expression became more focused on him, he slid his touch over her soft cheek. “If you don’t come, neither do I.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
The way she said
sir
with such a sweet voice raised his brows. As a Dom, he always knew his next steps, but this little submissive completely stumped him now. While he had suspected intimacy would gain her submission, no part of him had expected her to surrender so easily. He cupped her face, brushing his thumb over her freckled cheeks, and she leaned in to him. Something so pure and sweet passed in the air between them, and he sensed that same level of protection for her. Whatever she was hiding from was nowhere in sight.
It wove a wicked spell around him.
Though he couldn’t help but wonder if
this
woman that his soul reached for would remain. He continued to stroke her face, giving her a moment to push past the pleasure and allow her mind to clear. As the fog slowly lifted from her eyes, he leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers. She followed the swirling of his tongue and her lips were tender, but firm enough that it made him feel as if she never wanted him to back away.
Her mouth suddenly tightened, so he leaned away. He noticed her wide eyes, staring right at him. No fog rested there any longer. Disappointment washed through him. Soft, beautiful, Kenzie didn’t look at him any longer. The troublemaker did.
And she was pissed.
He sighed. “Going back to this, are we?”
She scowled at him, insecurity resting so very deep in her eyes. “I don’t pretend to know what you’re talking about,
sir.
”
The snappy way she responded had him shaking his head. A hundred things went through his mind about what to say to her. Near desperation cut through him to prove that she submitted to him and there was something special between them, but he didn’t doubt she’d refuse his statement.
Confusion raced through him. There had to be an underlying reason why Kenzie acted the way she did and was determined to keep him out, when deep down it appeared she was so desperate to let it all go. He intended to find out exactly what that was. And fortunately, he had a month to do it.
He reached for the rope on her wrist as she slipped it free from the loose knot, reminding him of how she’d truly acquiesced to him. Once again he cursed her hard limits that said he couldn’t hold her during aftercare, realizing he may need it more than she did.
When he moved on to the other wrist, disappointment flooded him that their time was up, but somehow happiness washed alongside it, too. He needed to think and understand
her
. “No pleasuring yourself when you’re not with me. That is my one rule for our month. Tell me what I mean.”
“I think I got it”—she rolled her eyes—“no masturbating.”
She had left off the
sir
now, and he was damn sure she’d done that on purpose. Her eyes were practically on fire now. To him, it seemed he’d angered her when he had gained her submission so very easily. He wouldn’t react, as he didn’t want her to trap him in her bad habits. Though as he searched into the depths of her soul, he realized that when he touched her intimately is when she went silent and submitted.
Interesting.
“That’s right,” he replied. “For the next month, your pleasure belongs to me.”
She frowned. “For only this one month, I’m fine with that.”
He smirked at her word choices. Not really giving him the power, was she? She changed the wording so it made it seem as if she was making the decision. That might bother some Doms. It didn’t bother Porter. Especially now that he had seen what she was hiding from everyone. He had seen her tamed, tasted her submission. Under
his
mastery.