PG Excerpt:
Driving down the graveled road toward the Cattail
Club, Deacon kept glancing at his sub out of the corner of his eye. Luckily, he
knew this route like the back of his hand – as many times as he’d travelled it.
Other than some washed out ruts from the last storm, nothing on this trek had
changed in the past ten years since his first trip. And much like the first
time, his cock was a steel rod in his pants.
And this time has
nothing to do with unknown pleasures I would find. This time it’s all about
her.
He knew Bethany thought he was rushing, but under that
uncertainty she wore like a cloak, he could tell she needed more than the time
spent at his house. She needed the BDSM community to recognize her role in his
life.
Too bad that that
specific need scares the shit out of her.
Keeping his grip loose on the wheel, he finally broke
the silence. “Do you remember the rules, Bethany?”
She bit her lower lip, then sighed. “Yes, Sir. Once we
enter the club, I become your exclusive property. I will stay at your left, two
steps behind, unless you place me in front of you. Everything I do reflects
upon you as a Dom, which is why I am not to meet any of the other Dominant’s
gazes, unless directed to do so.” She shifted against the leather seat. “I am
to obey instantly and without question.”
“Very good. And the last thing?” The club’s rules for
claimed submissives may have seemed harsh to the untrained, but they were for
the protection of the sub. Too many dominants took a direct gaze as a challenge
to master the sub in question. A harsh reality, but an honest one. By adhering
to the rules, it cut down on the fights between the Doms. However, he didn’t
want her to forget the real reason behind their trip.
Her lips quirked up. “I’m to enjoy myself – immerse
myself in the pure pleasure of submission – as my master says.”
He almost laughed at the way she threw his words
back at him. More than anything he wanted to see her lost in her need to submit
– to please.
Adult Excerpt:
Bethany whimpered under the fall of the flogger’s soft
lashes as her Sir continued to flog her. Unlike his earlier punishment, this
flogging was of the pleasurable type. Meant to tease while heating her skin,
Deacon danced the leather across her entire back, warming her even as he drove her
crazy with lust.
But not as crazy
as the asshole with the remote. When she got free, she
was going to take it and cram it up Tim’s ass. She should’ve realized the
bartender had this sadistic dominating streak. He handled both the bouncers and
the patrons of the bar with ease, no matter how much alcohol they’d consumed. The
only man she’d ever seen him back down from was Deacon. At first she’d thought
it was because Deacon was the owner, but seeing both men in this setting, she
realized that it was because Deacon was Tim’s mentor.
She gritted her teeth as the plug flared to life once
more, this time rhythmically pulsating against the tight confines of her
rectum. The bursts of vibration seemed to penetrate the wall between her pussy
and ass – making her even more desperate to come.
“Damn, that’s beautiful.” Tim clicked off the plug and
moved closer to examine Deacon’s handiwork. Bethany could only imagine what her
back looked like.
“Yes, it is.” Deacon’s tone was hoarse – a sure sign
that he was beyond aroused. Would she even make it out of the club without
being fucked? Her aching pussy hoped not, despite her initial unease at being
the center of attention in the club.
“In fact, I think I need a closer inspection.”
Deacon’s voice seemed closer. She whimpered when two fingers suddenly thrust
deep inside her pussy. “Oh yeah, she’s wet.”
She greedily
clamped down on them, wanting to keep them deep inside her. She cried out in
pleasure as he worked them deeper, before pulling them completely free. She could
hear the wet slurp as he licked her juices off. “Sir!”
“Oh yeah, more than ready to be fucked.” He made a
quick adjustment to the horse, and she suddenly found her ass against the
impressive erection straining the front of his jeans.
She yanked on her restraints as the orgasm she’d been
trying to delay surged hard against her fraying control. Then the plug flared
to life once more. She stretched, her lower pelvis aflame with the need to
come, and began to fall head first into the dark place where nothing more than
her and Deacon existed. Call it sub-space, release, whatever…it didn’t change
the fact she craved it more than her next breath.
“Hold it.” She barely heard the rasp of his zipper,
before his hand wrapped around her ponytail. “Hold it, you little slut. Let me
get in you first.” He jerked her head back, sinking his fingers deep into her
hair, causing her torso to elongate as he sank deep inside her pussy. She
sobbed, her mind reeling as she struggled to accept the intense pleasure of
having both holes filled. She hung on by her fingertips, the release she
desperately wanted just waiting to consume her whole being. But hold it she did
– waiting for his words.
