The private rooms. Alone with a Dom who could do anything. The rooms might not be monitored. Her stomach twisted.

“Not yet, I see.” Sir contemplated her for a minute, his fingers tapping her clit, never letting the excitement die. “You know, there is another bed in this place.”

She frowned, trying to think of where he meant.

“Hand me my toy bag, would you, Cullen?”

The bartender pulled a black bag from the shelves under the bar. “Sure you wouldn’t rather stay here? She sure is a pretty decoration.”

“I have a feeling she’ll be back someday.” After slinging the bag over his right shoulder, Sir plucked Beth off the bar and threw her over his other shoulder. She let out a startled yip, appalled to find herself head down, secured by his hands on her bare thighs.

A chorus of complaints came from the people around the bar.

“Hey, put her back.”

“Cullen, don’t let him walk away with your ornament.”

“It was just getting interesting.”

Her head spun as Sir carried her through the room. Just as she began to get her bearings, she felt one of his hands edge between her legs and rub against her pussy lips. Incredulity filled her as he walked through the crowd, her ass in the air and his fingers in her crotch. She wiggled, kicked a little. Maybe he’d put her down—at least he’d have to move his hand.

He turned his head and nipped her thigh, the sharp pain streaking straight to her clit. “Stay still,” he growled.

Chapter Six

When his little sub froze on his shoulder, Nolan smiled and slid his finger another inch into the tightness between her legs. She squirmed again, this time uncontrollably. The tantalizing scent of her arousal mingled with her light fragrance of strawberries. He nodded at the club members he knew and smiled at Mistress Anne who was followed by her sweat-streaked, exhausted…glowing…sub.

At the back of the club, he went down the long hallway. The windows on the right showed the medical room where some lucky male sub was getting an enema. Then the dungeon. Nolan turned left and into the playroom.

The flickering sconces in the playroom illumined dark red walls covered with fancy ironwork. A very, very big bed covered with black satin filled the entire room leaving only two feet of walking room around the edges. Ropes and chains with cuffs were attached to the bed frame sides and dangled from the iron headboard and footboard. The dark music of Depeche Mode drowned out the sounds of the club. Two other couples were using the room and had apparently migrated together to make one happy foursome.

Nolan chose an empty corner near the head of the bed and dropped the little rabbit onto her back.

She sat up, looked around, and realized where they were. Some of the worry faded from her eyes, but the confusion remained. Apparently he’d found another place she hadn’t used before. Good enough.

“Wrists, please,” he said, holding his hand out. She set her wrists in them without a pause, a well-trained sub. He flattened her on her back and secured her cuffs to the headboard. Resting a hip on the bed, he enjoyed the sight of her in the dim light of the room. Big turquoise eyes. Red hair spilling out over the black satin cover. Her breasts had no sag, sitting up nicely on her rib cage. He slowly ran a hand over her erect nipples, watched them peak. Her arms and legs were slender, but muscles rippled under the soft female padding. Her ribs showed, her stomach concave with no fat there at all. She could use a few more pounds on her.

The hair of her pussy glinted a pretty red-brown that matched the freckles over her shoulders and cheeks. Of course, he preferred bare…something he’d deal with at a later time.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her nervousness overcoming her discipline.

He smiled. A sub shouldn’t be terrified, but a little anxiety was good. He ran a finger between her pretty breasts down the center of her stomach. “Just enjoying the view, sugar. I like to look at you.”

She blushed, the compliment confusing her more than anything he’d done yet.

He leaned down and pleased himself by taking her lips, easing into a demanding kiss. She tasted of orange juice with her own sweetness underneath. He pulled back and ran his finger over her wet lips. “I intend to put that mouth to a different use one of these days. Will that be a problem?”

She had just enough time to shake her head before he held her head between his hands and captured her mouth again. The little quiver, the slight arch of her body said she liked being secured and overpowered.

And he enjoyed the hell out of doing it. He moved down her body, spent some time bringing her nipples to a darker color, sucking the velvety tips until they peaked long and narrow. Until the scent of her arousal surrounded her body.

“Spread your legs for me.” He waited until she complied, her eyes holding just a touch of fear now. Right on the edge of fear was where trust could grow. Since the gentle path of time and communication—and nice Doms—hadn’t worked for her, he’d take her to the mountains instead.

He studied her and then smiled. How many times could he get her off before her eyes would lose the wariness and look only dazed? Be worth the effort to find out. So he settled himself between her thighs and licked upward through the center of her folds and right over her clit. Her stomach muscles clenched, and he heard the sharp intake of breath. She’d probably come to expect slow from him. Time to learn different.

With firm fingers, he spread her pussy lips open, exposed her glistening clit, and sucked it into his mouth. Her cry rang through the room, and he could see her hands grasp the iron bars of the headboard. Smart girl. Hang on tight. His tongue rubbed her clit, up and down, stroking relentlessly, first one side, then the other, and as it emerged from the hood, he licked right over the top. She came immediately, still muffling her cries, her hips trying to bounce despite his forearms pressing her flat.

No screaming? She wasn’t losing it yet, then. He slid up her body, covering her, enjoying the feel of her breasts against his chest. She felt so delicate with little hipbones poking him and a prominent collarbone to slide his tongue over. She blinked at him, and he saw awareness return a little too quickly. Yes, he definitely had work to do yet.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.

She probably didn’t realize how much he enjoyed eating pussy. Many Doms didn’t. More fools them. A woman was never more vulnerable than when bound with her legs spread wide and a tongue on her clit. “We’ll see if you still thank me when I’m done.”

As her brows drew together, he snatched another kiss before returning to his labors. He added some finger-fucking. She had a nice snug little sheath and an easily accessible G-spot. When she arched up this time, a high cry escaped her. Not quite a scream, but not bad. When he lay back over her, her breathing sounded ragged, and her heart rate had definitely increased.

“Thank you,” she said, looking unsure whether he should be thanked. Three orgasms in a fifteen-minute period didn’t seem like much to him, but she’d had a long dry spell there. “What about you, Sir?”

The question, despite her obvious shrinking away, warmed his heart, and he ran a finger over her soft cheek. “You’re right, little rabbit; it’s my turn.” Remembering the Dom who’d taken her earlier, he added, “I don’t think I’ll need any lube, do you?”

She flushed.

Beth prepared herself mentally as Sir rolled off her to kneel beside his toy bag. She didn’t mind being taken, not really, although it didn’t do anything for her, and made her feel…used…sometimes, like just a—

He stripped off his shirt, and her mind blanked. His chest seemed bigger as the shadowy light flickered over strong pectorals and ridged abdominal muscles. With easy movements, he undid his leathers and sheathed himself in a condom. He took something from his bag. Picking up her feet, he slid it up her legs. She lifted her head. It looked almost like a thong with a tiny rubber triangle. He adjusted the soft piece until it lay right on top of her clit. Her very sensitive clit.

“What’s that?”

“You’ve never played with a butterfly before?” The sun lines at the corners of his eyes crinkled. “We’ll discuss your impressions later tonight.” After dropping a tiny device beside her head, he settled on top of her, kneeing her legs apart. The bare skin of his chest felt searingly hot against her breasts. His thick erection pressed against her pussy, and he reached down to swirl it in her wetness. When he picked up the little device and something clicked, she realized it was a remote control.

The butterfly thing hummed, vibrating gently on her clit. She stiffened at the feel of it, her mouth dropping open when her body began to rouse in spite of how many times she’d come.

He smiled, his eyes hungry. He bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, nipping hard enough to have her jerk, hard enough to send zinging sensations through her body to join the seething tension pooling in her lower half from the…thing.

Her hips rocked up and down as she approached another climax. Her vagina involuntarily tightened, and her legs, pressed widely open by his body, trembled.

“I think you’re ready, now, don’t you?” he murmured. With one hand, he positioned himself and thrust into her, deep and fast.

Every nerve in her body short-circuited all at once. “Aaah!” Electricity shot from her pussy through her, searing all the way to her toes and fingertips. Her vagina convulsed around his cock.