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

  It doesn’t look like he’s joking, but it also doesn’t look like he’s angry with me. I’m not sure how to feel, but my cheeks are hot, burning from the embarrassment.

  “Do you understand me?” His tone is no-nonsense, and I realize if I don’t answer him, I’ll be in more trouble than it’s worth.

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

  “I know you are, and tonight, I’ll show you just how punishment works,” Gideon says, spinning me on my heels and turning me toward the door. “Now go. I have to focus and get rid of this fucking hard-on before my client meeting.”

  Without looking at Allyson, I lower my head and focus on my pathway to the elevator. With my red-hot cheeks and my admonishment still stinging, I’m thankfully hidden by the sleek silver doors as I’m carried to the ground floor.

  Once I’m on the sidewalk, I look up at the sky and breathe in the fresh air. Even though it’s humid outdoors, I allow the heat to envelop me before a town car pulls up to where I’m standing.

  “Miss Brassington,” the driver says when he rolls down the window. “Mr. Hale said to pick you up and take you home.” He’s thought of everything. Nodding, I open the back door and slip into the bench seat.

  The drive home is quiet. Thankfully, I can think about what he has planned tonight, but then again, I don’t know if I want to allow my mind to race through all the possibilities that await me.

  Instead, I’ll have to attempt to read. Instead of all the scenes running like a loop in my mind, I focus on the words. Tonight is going to be interesting. That’s for sure.

  Chapter 14

  Gideon

  “Kneel,” I command her from the chair.

  She doesn’t argue, merely drops to her knees before me. Draped in the pleated skirt and white shirt, yet barefoot, she looks ever the submissive. I know she won’t fight me on this because she broke the rules.

  Even though she’s still fairly new to this, I want to assure her that I may be angry with her, but I’m still here for when she needs me. I want to please her, but also punish her. The perfect idea comes to mind.

  “I want you to slip off the skirt, allow it to fall to the floor where you’re kneeling.” My voice is rough, evidence that I’m in need of release. I want her to feel me inside her, long after she wakes up in the morning and goes on with her day.

  I watch her now, as the delicate material slips down her frame. She’s fragile as a porcelain doll. Small, waif-like, with slight curves to her hips. Everything about her draws me in. And I realize there is no hiding my feelings for her anymore.

  That’s not to say that I want to hide her from them, but I need time to figure this out. Oliver told me to take a chance, to allow my feelings to finally lead me, and to think with my heart. But every time I’ve ever done that, it’s backfired, so taking it slow is what I plan to do.

  Although slow has passed a while ago. I want so badly to tell Clover I love her, it’s been sitting on my tongue like a poison, waiting to be spat out.

  “Look up at me,” I tell her, and she obeys. “What did you do today that I asked you to be wary of doing?”

  “I came to your office, Sir.” Her voice is soft, gentle like a caress of a wave as it slides back to the ocean. A delicate surrender, just like the beauty on her knees. She looks so beautiful peeking up at me with those wide eyes that my cock pulses, thickening as I wonder if I should make her choke on my dick as her punishment.

  “And you know I’m about to punish you. Right?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Two words break me down and turn me into a beast, needing to devour my prey that’s currently submitting herself to me.

  I turn and grab my tie, which I took off earlier. “Stand, bend over the edge of the bed, spread your legs, and show me what’s mine.”

  Silently, she moves across the room and toward the bed. Upon reaching the edge, she bends over, her feet parting slowly, offering me a view of the lacy material that’s covering the top half of her pert bubble butt. The curve of the cheeks is bared to me, causing my already hardening erection to turn to steel.

  When Clover bends over, her hands land on the mattress, and her legs open slightly offering me a delicious image that I know will be seared into my retinas until I take my final breath.

  “Good girl,” I coo as I move toward her. Grabbing both of her wrists, I bring them behind her back and fasten the tie around them, making sure the knot is secure before I step back and take her in.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she says in her sweet voice, and I wonder if she knows just how angry I was. “I’m sorry, Sir.” The words are muffled by the sheet, but I don’t respond to her apology. Crouching down, I tug at the waistband of her panties and slowly pull them over her hips, down her thighs, and allow the slinky material to fall to the floor. She helps me as she steps out of them, and I push her legs wider still.

  I’m at eye level with her sweet cunt, and when I stroke my fingers along her slick folds, a whimper of pleasure greets me from the bed. She doesn’t move, though, not a tremble, or a word, just that small, yet intoxicating sound.

  “You will count with me,” I tell her as I rise and head to the cabinet where I grab the small wooden paddle. It’s thinner wood, which will make it less painful than the belt, which was another idea I had. But she’s not ready for that level of pain yet.

  Even though we’ve toyed with a few things, I want to explore everything I can with her. I love pushing her limits.

  “Yes, Sir. I’m ready,” she tells me, her eyes closed, her lips parted, and her face against the smooth material of the sheets. She looks gorgeous bent over, bound, and open for me.

  I stop inches from her, not moving, not speaking. Allowing time to pass, I watch her intently. The anticipation makes it even more intense once the scene starts, and I know just how much she enjoys it.

  Once I’m sure she’s trembling with need, I raise the paddle and bring it down on her ass, earning myself a screech of shock.

  “One.” Her whimper is beautiful, it’s addictive, and I lay another swat on her behind. “Two.” The word is nothing more than a whisper, and I’m tempted to push her a little and force her to say it again, but since this is only the first punishment scene we’ve had, I allow her that pass.

  “Make sure I can hear you, little one,” I tell her, right before I bring the wooden implement down on her now rosy cheeks again.

  “Three!”

  Fuck, she’s impeccable.

  “Four.” Her voice falters, and her knees buckle slightly.

  “One more.” I don’t wait for her to think about it because the paddle is already licking flesh when I tell her that.

  “Five, Sir,” she mewls, and I note how her hands are attempting to hide her ass, but the way I’ve bound her, she can’t. A smile dances on my lips as I regard her. Setting the paddle on the bed, I step behind her and crouch down once more.

  My finger trails along the heated skin gently, lightly. The scent of her lures me closer, nearer to the entrance I want to taste. To savor. My tongue darts out, and I lick along the glistening lips of her pussy. Her flavor coats my tongue, and her moans of pleasure heat my blood.

  My cock throbs, seeking entrance, needing to be inside her and feel her warmth. I steal another two laps at her, before I rise and shove my slacks, along with my boxers down. Gripping my shaft, I stroke it once, twice, before I position myself at her pussy and slide in deep.

  Her body accepts me, her hands are still bound, and I grip the knotted material, tugging her back, earning me more pained whimpers, yet pleasure-filled mumbles of, “Yes, Sir.”

  The walls of her pussy pulse around my shaft, and I know she’s close, but I’m going to edge her some. Slowing my pace, I grip her hips and pull out and slip back in so slowly. It’s torturous, not only for her but for me too.

  “Please, Sir, please, may I come?”

  “No.” One word denies her the release, and I move even slower until she’s bucking her hips backwards, which earns her another swat—this time w
ith my hand—on her ass. Clover yelps, and that’s when I start speeding up. My hips slam into her ass, and I slap the cheek again, making the flesh darker than it was before. My cock throbs, my balls draw up, and I feel the electricity shooting through me.

  Leaning forward, I snake my hand between Clover’s thighs, and I circle her clit, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until I can feel her nails digging into my abdomen and I realize she’s on the precipice with me.

  “Come for me, little one, I want it all,” I tell her, commanding her pleasure, craving her orgasm as mine.

  Her body locks beneath me, shaking and shuddering, and her cunt tightens like a vise around the length of my erection. In seconds, I’m emptying myself inside her, burying myself deeper still, hoping to fill her womb with my seed.

  Our bodies are sweaty. Our breaths are short and quick.

  “That was…” Clover moans as I soften and slip out of her. The sight of my seed dripping down her thighs is enough to have me ready for a second fuck tonight, but I help her up instead and massage her wrists.

  “You are incredible,” I tell her, pulling her into my lap until she’s curled up happily in my arms. “Don’t ever leave me.” The words slip out before I have time to think about them. But then I realize, I meant it, I never want her to leave.

  “I couldn’t leave you, Sir, I’m all yours.”

  I’m all yours.

  Those three words seep into my chest, into the barren part of me, and they solidify themselves in my heart. I should tell her now, confess my feelings, but when I hear the deep breaths, I realize I missed my chance. She’s asleep.

  “I love you, Clover.”

  It’s a whisper.

  I know she didn’t hear it.

  But deep down, I pray to the Heavens that she did.

  Chapter 15

  Clover

  One week later

  “Open your eyes,” Gideon whispers in my ear, and when I do, I notice we’re in a dark room that only has a handful of lights around it. The walls are deep blue, with black leather on the chairs, and a bench that looks like a torture device. There are chains, whips, and cuffs hanging from the walls.

  A large bed sits on the opposite side to where we’ve entered, and above the bed are more chains hanging from the ceiling. This is the first time I’ve been in this room. Gideon told me he had a surprise, and even though I wasn’t sure what to expect, this was not it.

  “What… What is this?”

  “It’s a room I had made when I got into the lifestyle.”

  A playroom. God, it’s beautiful. Everything is immaculate and my feet have a life of their own as I make my way toward the one wall of glass shelves that house butt plugs of every size, as well as some interesting looking nipple clamps that I’ve only ever seen online.

  “These are incredible,” I whisper, more to myself than to him, but I hear him moving behind me. I turn to glance at Gideon, who’s standing at the foot end of the bed and watching me. He seems amused at my awe, but I can’t help it.

  “Do you like it?” He arches a brow in question, and I nod. “Good. I want you to remove all your clothes and set the items on the chair,” he tells me, gesturing to the chair that’s sitting in the corner of the room, overlooking the bed.

  He watches me undress. I can feel his gaze on me as if it were his hands stroking my skin. Goose bumps erupt on every inch of my flesh. The moment I’m naked, a shiver creeps through me, and I find my stomach in knots for the first time in a long while.

  Even though I’ve been in a few scenes before, this will be my acceptance of being his. Only his. When I earn my collar. Stepping up to him, I look up and smile, awaiting my next order.

  “Do you know the safe words you can use if you need to?” he questions.

  Nodding, I tell him, “Yes, red to stop, yellow to slow down.” He seems happy with this because he nods and turns away from me. Gideon stalks to the cabinet, pulling it open and taking a few things out. I can’t see what just yet, but I’m sure I will soon enough.

  He moves toward me once more, and I notice he’s holding a blindfold. “Are you okay with having your eyes covered?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I play the submissive for him because I know he loves it when I call him that. I love when I call him that. It gives me pleasure when I please him. He continues to tie the soft material around my head, stealing my vision, and soon, I’m blinded from watching him.

  I hear his jeans shuffling as he moves, and when he’s close, I feel his heat. His hands grab mine, and the smooth, soft leather clips around my wrists as he ties them both and tugs them above my head. In seconds, I’m bound to something on the ceiling, one of the chains I’m guessing.

  I’m left shivering once more when he leaves me. My legs are kicked apart when he returns, and a spreader bar is locked around my ankles. The anticipation is causing me to twist and tremble.

  “Mmm, I can smell you, little one,” he tells me from somewhere in the room. I’m guessing he’s still kneeling before me. “So fucking delicious.” His voice has turned to gravel, dark and sensual, and it caresses me everywhere. Suddenly, his mouth is at my ear. I can feel the hot breath from his lips, and the words are whispered over my neck. “I’m going to make you come, hard, so many times, until you’re nothing more than a mess pleading for my cock.”

  Every nerve ending in my body comes alive, sparking and crackling like a live wire, and I can’t stop the whimper that falls free from my lips. I want everything he’s offering and more. I need it, crave it.

  “Please, Sir,” I beg, and I realize it will be the first of many pleas tonight.

  He moves again, and silence takes his place. Moments pass. I don’t know how long I’m standing here, bound, helpless, at his mercy, but I’ve never been more liberated in my life.

  A shadow passes the blindfold, then I hear it. A soft whir of a vibrator hums to life, and another shiver of need shoots through me. I’m wet already. There’s no need to touch me because just the anticipation is enough to turn me inside out.

  As the vibrating object is placed on my neck, I jump in shock. It’s small, probably only the size of a Sharpie, but the intensity with which it vibrates is powerful. Gideon moves it along my nape, over my shoulder, and down to my left nipple, causing me to mewl out loud.

  He inches it along my cleavage toward the right nipple, and both hardened buds are aching for attention. For his mouth. But he doesn’t offer me relief, he continues his teasing way down my torso, to my belly button, which makes me whimper for more.

  He focuses on that area for a little while before he drops the vibrator down to my mound, and my clit throbs for a touch, something, anything. But Gideon is torturing me.

  “Do you like teasing me, little one?” he questions when I try to buck my hips, but it doesn’t work. “Because I like taunting you.” There’s a smile in his voice, thick and heavy, like syrup being drizzled over pancakes. I’m already a sticky mess from just the ministrations he’s attacked my body with.

  “I didn’t mean to, Sir,” I tell him. Knowing he’s talking about the moment on the couch earlier when I flashed him my panties, hoping he’d offer me attention.

  “You like to make me hard. Don’t you, Clover?” he murmurs in my ear as the vibrator moves to my inner thighs, missing my pussy completely and earning him a mewl of agony. All I need is a whispered touch, but he doesn’t do it. The whir moves over my thigh, up to my hip and toward the opposite side, teasing and taunting its way over my flesh.

  I can feel myself dripping now. My arousal is sticky and warm against my body, and I want so badly to squeeze my thighs together, but the spreader bar makes sure I can’t. It forces my legs wide, and I drop my head back and plead with him.

  “Oh, God, please, Sir, I need to come,” I tell him, I tell the room, but he doesn’t relent. He enjoys toying with me like this. A soft swat of his hand lands on my ass cheek, causing me to yelp. With the vibrations and the harshness of the spank, my body is shaking uncontrollably.
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  Another swat and more of the toy attacks me, as he moves it closer and closer to my core. It’s inches away from my clit, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. I need more, I need it inside. I want to be full.

  “Tell me, little Clover. What do you need right now?” My mind goes blank, and my body is shaking as Gideon presses the tiny vibrator harder against my mound, which only intensifies the feeling that’s twisting in my gut. It’s coiling like a serpent, ready to attack me the moment he inches down.

  “You. Please. To come. But you too.” My words are a jumble of incoherent pleas. This is what he wanted, to make me break for him, and I’m ready to surrender.

  “What else?” he questions, moving the toy in circles over my thighs, inching closer to the apex where I’m wet and needy. “What is on your mind, Clover?”

  “Orgasm. An orgasm. Please, please, I need it. Please, Sir, I need it so bad right now.” I finally allow him the words he wants, and he complies with me by moving the vibrator over the lips of my cunt and up to my clit, which detonates the bomb that’s been brewing in my belly.

  I cry out as euphoria overtakes me and I’m shuddering with an orgasm so fierce, my knees give out, and I’m hanging on by my wrists. Gideon’s strong arm wraps around my waist, and he holds me up, but he doesn’t relent with the toy. It’s still whirring against me, sending me spiraling into an abyss of pure bliss.

  I’m broken, but I’m free. Flying in the depths of a release so strong, I’m near passing out. It’s then that Gideon releases me, unlocks the spreader bar, and soon my thighs are hanging over his shoulders as his mouth attacks my sopping core.

  Chapter 16

  Gideon

  Her flavor bursts on my tongue, sending my need to be inside Clover spiraling out of control. I want more from her, though, and my tongue laps against her smooth cunt. She’s still shaking, but I don’t stop. Her teasing will be punished with pleasure because I want her to do it again and again inadvertently.