Delicate Surrender : A Club Temptation Novella (Club Temptation Collection) Read online

  She nods, her hips rolling, her body rubbing against my hand, and I can’t help but grin at her.

  “Words, pet,” Oliver grumbles.

  “Yes, I enjoy it,” she murmurs gently as I continue my ministrations on her sopping panties. She shivers uncontrollably and I realize she’s so close, and I want nothing more than to make her come, but I do prefer the edging. I pull away, earning me a whimper of agony, and I can’t help but chuckle. The power is intoxicating, and I want more.

  Chapter 2

  Clover

  My body is hot, needy, and I’m not sure what I’m doing, but I haven’t ever been so turned on. Having both men watch me, their eyes burning through me, has me shaking with desire.

  The strangers have taken an interest and I’m thankful I was able to play this scene anonymously. I have tonight. Tomorrow, my life changes forever, and I’ll never be able to come back here again.

  I take in the man who was watching. He’s older, with a smattering of salt and pepper hair, an angular jaw, with intense eyes that pierce me. He was born dominant. There is no question about it.

  The other man. The one who touched me, he’s younger, possibly mid to late thirties, and he has an aura about him that screams commanding. A chiseled jawline with a dusting of dark stubble makes him look so handsome. His sharp features have my fingertips tingling to touch his face. He’s gorgeous with full lips and mischievous brown eyes.

  When he smiles, there are small wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, which is the only evidence that he’s a lot older than I am. I’ve never seen a more handsome man in my young life.

  His hand cups my shoulder, and he gently leads me to the bed. My heart is thudding wildly against my chest as nerves take over.

  “Remember your safe word,” he says as he helps me onto the soft mattress. “You can call me Sir, if you’d like, since we’re not giving out names.” He waits as his friend joins us, each man taking either side of the bed as I lie back.

  “Sir.” I taste the word, rolling it around on my tongue. I like the way it sounds. “Do you both always pick a girl and bring them into one of these rooms?” I keep my gaze on the wall opposite the bed. My attention may be on the concrete, but I can practically feel them hover over me.

  “Not every day,” Sir tells me with a light chuckle. I like the sound. It’s like a melody to my ears. I’ve grown up around music, listening to notes, toying with them and twisting them to suit me. But this man’s voice is something else.

  A low, resounding treble—deep and all-encompassing.

  “Do you always come into empty playrooms with men you don’t know?” He challenges, and I finally face him. There’s amusement in his expression. A handsome, youthful, yet mature face that I want to feel against my sensitive fingertips.

  “Not every day,” I return his response with a smile, and I earn myself a laugh that echoes, bouncing off the walls. It has hummingbirds fluttering a song in my belly. This isn’t my first rodeo as they say, but it’s the first time I’m so enamored with a man.

  Most of the boys I’ve been with were friends of friends or acquaintances of my parents’ friends. But these men are none of those. They don’t know me or my past, or even my future for that matter.

  “Lie back, spread your legs.” The order comes from the older man, and I can’t stop my body from responding as I move against the mattress and spread my legs. My gaze tracks him as he moves to the foot end of the bed, where he takes one ankle and binds me with a soft cuff. Sir does the same, and I can’t help but grin when I call him that in my head.

  “I feel exposed,” I tell them, but blush when two sets of eyes heat me with their gazes.

  “I like you exposed,” he counters easily. Flirting comes naturally to him, and it shows. I wonder just how many women he’s brought in here, gifted that wolfish grin, and talked them into getting naked.

  “I thought you’d say that,” I sass him, earning me a swat from the older man, causing me to yelp in shock. My thigh stinging from the contact.

  “I like to see my pets cry,” the older man says. “Don’t tempt me.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “You may call me O,” he informs me.

  “I’m sorry, O,” I tell him, and he nods, turning away and heading to a wall of implements that makes me shiver. He picks up a crop and a flogger before returning to the bed. Each man wields their tools, and seconds later, leather is biting into my pale thighs. My back arches as pleasure rocks me to my core as Sir brings the flogger down on my legs. When he takes a moment, O brings the crop down onto my stomach.

  “Keep your hands above your head.” There’s a warning in Sir’s tone, and I nod.

  I stare at him, and a smile curls his lips. His gaze shimmers with mischief. Something tells me he likes this too much, not because he’s scary looking. His savageness is masked by the rather elegant appearance.

  I want to grab at my limbs, but I know if I move, I’m going to get a harsher lashing than the one I’m currently receiving. I take it, though, and I bask in the attention of both men. After a dozen swats, I’m left writhing on the bed.

  Sir moves deftly, his fingers unbuttoning his shirt, and I’m caught with rapt attention. O mimics the motion, and soon, white material pools on the floor, leaving my hungry eyes trailing over each man, taking in their very different bodies. Yet both mouthwatering.

  Sir leans over me, his mouth inches from mine, and I almost lean up to kiss him when I realize he’s not touching me at all. Yet, it feels as if his fingers are on me when he regards me. The heat of his stare stroking parts of me that I didn’t think needed touching.

  “Exquisite,” Sir remarks, bringing a hand to my hair, tangling his fingers through the long waves. Anticipation skitters down my spine like a mouse running from a trap—a hunter and its prey. “I don’t think I can be gentle with you tonight,” he murmurs—his voice is raspy; gravel etches every word. His fingers trail along my shoulder, around the curve of my breast, but he doesn’t reach for my nipples that are now hardened peaks. Goose bumps rise along my flesh as his hand dips to my hip.

  Hooking the waistband of my panties, he tugs, and the material disappears. O moves forward and helps me out of my bra, and soon, I’m naked for them. I can’t stop my cheeks from turning bright red.

  “So delicate,” Sir murmurs along my cheek. His mouth seeking mine. When his lips feather over mine, another shudder of need travels through me. “I want to break you, little one.”

  “I don’t think you can break me.” My words are whispered along his mouth, and he steps back suddenly, leaving me cold and shivering. Those dark eyes have turned black as he regards me. “What?” I whisper, wondering if I’ve upset him.

  But then he moves to the foot end of the bed, his hands trailing up my legs as he pushes them open. I’m wide, and I can’t stop the embarrassment creeping up my chest, to my cheeks. A salacious grin tilts his lips when O moves to my face, and the moment Sir’s mouth latches onto my pussy, my lips are teased with the wet tip of O’s cock.

  “Open,” comes the order, and my mind short-circuits as I obey, feeling the smooth skin sliding over my tongue, and the salty arousal coating my mouth. I suck, as Sir’s tongue taunts my pussy, causing my thighs to tremble.

  Both men work my body like experts. With O sliding into my mouth, deeper and deeper, Sir dips his tongue and fingers inside me, sending pleasure rippling over every inch of me. I’m lost in the pleasure they’re bestowing on me when suddenly, my nipples are tweaked almost painfully, which causes me to squeak around the thickness in my mouth.

  A growl of pleasure rumbles down to me from O, while Sir crooks his fingers inside me, tipping me over the edge, and I can’t stop the scream from vibrating in my throat. The domino effect has saltiness coating my tongue and sliding down my throat while my thighs tremble.

  The men slowly move away. O leans in to press his lips to my forehead before he rights himself, his gaze holding me hostage while the bed dips to my left and I turn to find
Sir smiling down at me.

  “Thank you,” I whisper, flicking my glance between the two men. “What’s wrong?” I ask when I meet the darker eyes of the man who just made me come all over his fingers and tongue.

  “Nothing.” He smiles, shaking his head, but I can tell it’s a lie. He’s hiding something from me. “Get dressed.” He pushes away from the bed, and O follows. I’m not sure what they’re doing, but when O puts his hand on Sir’s shoulder, they lock their gazes on each other, and I have a feeling the older man is more a mentor than anything.

  I can’t hear the words, but Sir nods, and O moves to his shirt, shrugging it on as Sir unlatches the cuffs on my ankles.

  “What are you doing? I thought—”

  “Let’s go and get a drink, talk, get to know each other.”

  Once I’m freed, I grab my underwear, then pull my dress up and over my hips, slipping the straps over my shoulders before I stalk toward him. “I’m not a toy to be messed with. I wanted one night of freedom. If you can’t offer it to me…” I allow the words to taper into the silence that surrounds us.

  “I… I don’t know if I can do this.”

  “You don’t need to. I’m sure other Dominants in the club will be able to give me what I need.” Spinning on my heel, I make my way to the door. The handle is cold steel in my grip as I tug it open, but before I have a second to pull it open, it’s slammed shut with a loud bang.

  Sir’s body is against mine, pressing me to the cool wood. “Nobody walks away from me.”

  “I just did.” My biting tone has his chest vibrating against my back.

  He presses his hips against mine, and I can’t stop the whimper that falls from my lips. His hardness is rigid against my lower back, and I can feel just how big he is. The man could break me in half. The thought has heat pooling in my panties.

  “I like a challenge,” he informs me, his words trickling over me like warm raindrops, causing my skin to tingle. “And I think you like one too.”

  Chapter 3

  Gideon

  She doesn’t move for a long moment. I want nothing more than to fuck her, but when she spins around, her body still pressed between mine and the door, I’m met with soulful green eyes.

  “A challenge is something that can be overcome,” she tells me quickly. “You’re just a man who doesn’t know what he really wants.” She’s forgotten Oliver is here. So have I. He offered me a quick word of advice—don’t let this one go. And for the first time in my life, I’m heeding advice. For someone so innocent, so willing to come along, and to capture my attention is rare. Yes, there have been some beautiful women in my life, but with her it’s… intoxicating. Oliver has seen many subs and Dominants in his life, and he’s helped steer a number of couples together which makes me trust him. He can see the connection—fierce and beautiful.

  For her, I’ll walk away from a night of fucking and pleasure, to get to know her, because there’s something in her gaze that calls to me. It hooks me and pulls me into her orbit, and now, all I can think about it more than just one night.

  “You.” The word falls without thought from my mouth. I like the cat and mouse game. The chase is what makes me hard. It seems this little one is just as intrigued by the tension between us as I am.

  “Then kiss me,” she taunts with a small smile. As shy as she is, there’s a fire that blazes in her expression. Her eyes are locked on me, waiting, her lips part slightly, and her small pink tongue darts out to lick along the plump rosy flesh.

  Fuck.

  “Are you trying to top from the bottom, little one?” I question with a smile.

  She regards me with a curious stare. Her smile turns her mouth upward at the corners and makes me grin. The tension between us is palpable, and I want nothing more than to take her, but the anticipation is what I live for. A game of chase.

  “Not at all, Sir,” she murmurs softly, and I know she’s attempting to taunt me. My cock is throbbing against my zipper. My whole body needs her, just her. No restraints, whips, and toys, but tonight is about the game.

  Oliver’s hands come to my shoulders from behind, and he leans in, his mouth at my ear. “I’m waiting at the bar for you. I need you to do this.” I’m not sure why he’s retreating from the scene, but he’s probably seen something between us that I haven’t yet. Oliver Michaelson is perceptive. And that’s why he’s been such a good friend.

  I push away from the door, leaving him to talk to the pretty girl. “Obey, behave, and enjoy it,” he tells her. “And don’t be afraid. This,” he says, waving his hand in the air, “is merely a room, you are in control, always. Okay, cupcake?”

  She blushes deeply and nods. “Thank you, O.”

  With a nod, my friend leaves, and we’re alone.

  “On your knees,” I order after the door shuts and her obedience is evident when she drops to her knees in her pretty dress.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she challenges, pointing to the bed that’s sitting against the wall. “Or are you more inclined to take me to dinner first?”

  “I want you aching for me, dripping down those delicious thighs before I lap all your juices from your cunt. Then I’m going to make you scream as I fuck you, relentlessly.”

  Her cheeks darken at my words, and I trail my hand over her cheek as I cup the smoothness of her face. My thumb dips between her lips, and she sucks me in, earning her a growl.

  “Open your mouth.”

  She obeys my order, which doesn’t help the hardness in my slacks. The zipper hisses before I’m fisting my hard cock as I point it right at her tongue that’s waiting. The moment her plump lips wrap around my shaft, I almost empty my seed in her mouth.

  “Play with your pussy. I want to watch.”

  She toys with her pussy, the hemline of her dress at her hips, and I’m left staring at both her wide green eyes along with those fingers dipping into her body as she makes herself edge upward to the cliffside, and I know soon enough, she’s going to find her release.

  “Look at me, I want to see you come apart,” I growl, my voice low and gravelly as I order her to obey. Pulling my wet cock from her mouth, I bask in her pleasure as a mewl of pleasure falls from her mouth.

  “Oh, God.” Her whimpers are like fuel to a fire that’s already raging inside of me. I’ve never been so intoxicated by a woman before. Her hips roll, her body riding her fingers as she pumps them in and out. The juices coating her fingers are evidence that she’s close.

  “You’re beautiful, come for me,” I murmur, while crouching down, as short breaths tumble quickly from her, and I steal them as I press a kiss to her mouth. Her body shudders, and I insert a finger into her beside two of hers, feeling her pulse around my digits. It’s a beautiful sight to see as she flies apart.

  I still my hand, but her body is still convulsing as she rides out her orgasm. I allow her the control and bask in her release. When her eyes meet mine, I take note of how glassy they are. Her pupils are dilated, and I can’t stop myself from lifting her and moving to the bed, dropping her on the mattress before I lean in to run my tongue along her slit.

  Sweet and decadent.

  She’s delicious.

  A treat for me to devour.

  I can’t believe I’ve done this with her, making her come, tasting her, and I know nothing about her except for the fact she wanted one night. Lifting my gaze, I meet hers, and as she watches me, she smiles.

  “Thank you.” Her words make every inch of my body burn for more. My cock is so painfully hard, I can’t think straight.

  “All I want right now is to sink into your tight pussy, to feel you come apart again, but perhaps I should leave that for tomorrow night.”

  She tips her head to the side, regarding me with a playful expression. “You can wait that long?”

  I quickly pull her down to the edge of the mattress before turning her over and spanking her ass hard. When she yelps, a chuckle reverberates through my chest. “Sassy little one. Aren’t you?” Another swa
t lands on her ass, and another. I continue until my handprints are all over her creamy flesh. I add one swat on her wet pussy, which has her rising up on her tiptoes.

  “I can be a brat if I want to be.”

  “Brats get spankings.” It’s a warning that makes her cheeks turn bright red.

  “Perhaps that’s what I was vying for,” she challenges me. I push her head against the mattress before tugging her hips toward me. Her ass is pert and round. My hand makes contact again. A loud, resounding spank lands on her left cheek, then the right.

  Soft whimpers tumble from her lips as I continue my assault. Six swats, three on each side, and she’s trembling again. My cock is rock-hard, begging me to sink into her tight entrance.

  “You say thank you for your spanking, little one,” I coo in her ear, causing her to shiver at my words.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” Stepping back, I grip my dick and consider doing this. I reach for my pocket and find the condom in my wallet. I rip it open and sheath myself before nudging her entrance. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She wiggles her ass, and without a second thought, I’m sinking into the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. My cock is snug inside her as I thrust balls deep.

  Beautiful and alluring, just perfect.

  I lean in close to her. My lips finding hers in a gentle kiss. She’s soft, molding to my mouth as I seek entrance with my tongue. She tastes of candy apples, reminding me of a flavor I’ve long since forgotten—the taste of innocence.

  My body moves against hers. My hands hold her tightly, my fingers digging into smooth, silky flesh. Her heat around me, sucking me into the depths of her body, has me gritting my teeth to keep from coming too soon.

  “Please,” she mumbles, a moan vibrating deep in her throat when I slide out and slam back in. I’m harsh, using her for my pleasure. When I pull out and drive back in, I’m lost in the way her walls tighten around me.