Page 26 of Destined By Dragonblood
Now.
I slipped into the blue silk robes provided by the club and took out the clip holding my hair tight to my head. A few trembling finger combs fluffed the dark waves to the middle of my back, and I hurried toward the door leading into the lounge, my pussy aching to be filled.
Delightful goose bumps licked over my skin at the thought of allowing Master Vanni to fuck me with the huge cock imprisoned inside his black leather pants. Long and thick, his bulge had caught my eye a few times, and I wondered at his desire for me even though he’d never once voiced it, nor did he push my limits.
It wasn’t yet seven, and patrons already littered the lounge. My stalker’s eyes cut off as the locker room door shut behind me, and while I would have preferred for him to stay close, Master Vanni waited for me. He would take care of me as only he could. His pain would have to be enough for tonight.
A redheaded submissive was shackled to the cross on the dais straight ahead, her bear-like Dom using a flogger to stripe her back. The sex swing was also in use, where a male sub strapped in and wearing a cock cage was getting pegged by his mistress.
Both sights caused more arousal to slip from my body, and I stifled a needy moan.
“Ashley.” Master Vanni had caught me unaware while I stared, his low voice on my right sending a shudder through me.
I lowered my head rather than lift my gaze higher to look into his arresting, mossy green eyes. “Good evening, Master,” I whispered, unable to hide the craving for him from my voice.
He touched my lower back, the satin robe between our skin, but a jolt of electrical current raced through my blood. I needed more. “How are you?” he murmured near my ear, sending ripples of goose bumps over my skin.
“I’m ready.” Never had those words been truer.
“Do you wish to sit and talk first?”
I shook my head. “I’m good. Work was fine. I—I need you, Master. I’m so green I can’t think straight.”
Master Vanni cursed under his breath, his fingertips pressing tighter against me as though to order me toward his private play-room.
I moved beneath his steering, but halfway across the lounge, a shiver licked along my spine like what a warm, wet tongue might feel like. I lifted my head.
Master Vanni moved like a predator beside me, dark hair curling at his nape, olive skin covering wide shoulders I suddenly wanted to clutch while he sank into my body. Swallowing hard and not nearly as freaked out as I would have been over that thought a week ago, I looked beyond him.
A few people gazed after us, but they were patrons I recognized from my prior visits to the club, and not a single one of them caused the arousal inside me to intensify. That sense came from a presence heading toward the corner grouping of empty seats.
He watched.
Whoever—whatever—this creature was, it stared as it took up residence on a leather chair, causing another wave of desire to make my skin itch for physical touch.
An idea flitted through my brain, and feeling reckless with instinctive need, I reconsidered the limits Master and I always discussed before sceneing together.
Yessss…
The whisper slid through my mind, more potent than my subconscious voice. Rather than freak out over the voice in my head, I sank into the word still hissing like curling smoke through my blood, heart, and lungs. The suggestion gave me strength, and I made up my mind.
Chapter 8
Vanni
Tension had seemed to ride Ashley’s shoulders from the second she’d walked into the lounge, same as always, but she held herself differently tonight as I approached from her blind side. No longer did she cower or stare at the floor, ignoring the sensual delights of my lounge.
Her gaze had slid over the two apparatuses being utilized in the common area, the pulse in her neck suggesting arousal had begun to warm her blood before my flogger even licked over her back. Her nipples pebbled and tightened beneath the robe, causing my mouth to water.
The sight of her in nothing more than satin always thickened my cock inside my leathers, but my groin ached over the interest she showed and that she was turned on without pain. What had happened over the workday to cause the change?
The evening prior, she’d told me the full extent of her trauma, her inability to experience desire without what I’d given her. I struggled to believe a transformation could take place from the idea of someone simply watching her as she’d claimed. But seeing her now, I realized the idea of her stalker had definitely awakened her body. Her response went beyond having an exhibition kink. She definitely felt something. I just wished I knew what it was so I could somehow cultivate it. Her acknowledgement of my greeting then stating how ready she was for me caused hope to rise in my chest.
I hadn’t been able to hold back a curse when I touched her back, her skin burning my fingertips through the thin material separating us. The warmth of her continued to radiate into my palm as we moved through the lounge. Her proximity lured me closer, insistent and tempting, making my hair follicles come alive. Staying focused on my professional role became more difficult with every scene between us, doubly so tonight because of her blatant arousal and unhindered willingness to submit.
I wanted to strip her down, tie her up tight, and dominate in every way I craved. Breathe in the scent of vanilla while running my nose along her neck. Lap at her sweetness, my face buried between her thighs.
My cock jerked in my leathers, releasing a thick stream of pre-cum, same as it had for Dolyn. That man had definitely woken up something inside me. While I grimaced over the unnatural slickness, I wouldn’t trade my time spent with him for anything.
