Her eyes widen further, and I know I’m testing all her limits now. “Right here?” Her voice is squeaky when she questions me, and I nod, keeping my expression schooled. I don’t want to give her any reason to doubt how much I want to inhale her scent from the wet material I know she’s wearing.
I’ve only done this once before, as a dare, and the girl who was seated opposite me at the time, shook her head and walked out. But something tells me this beauty is going nowhere.
She shifts, her mouth pursed, but her concentration is cute as she shimmies out of the material. The redheaded beauty is definitely someone I can see myself wanting to collar.
Her shyness, yet that fire she doesn’t allow to dim, is addictive. I want more.
Clover glances around her, and I watch as she pushes her panties down. I can see this because she reaches for the material on the floor. I hold out my hand, allowing her to place the balled-up lace underwear in the palm of my hand.
Bringing the item up to my nose, I inhale a deep breath. Clover’s saucer-wide eyes are locked on her panties in my hand, right at my nose. People pass by us, but nobody takes notice of what’s going on. All the while, I keep my gaze locked on the beet-red cheeks of Clover Brassington.
I lace my fingers in hers and lead her toward the private room. Once inside, I shut the door and allow Clover to move deeper into the space while leaning back against the wood.
“Take off your dress.” My voice is husky with need, and she turns to regard me, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, she slips the material from her body. The moment it pools at her feet, my cock throbs. Her hands attempt to cover the apex between her thighs, and I can’t help but smile. “Are you as shy on stage?” I ask her. “When you’re performing. Do you also hide like you are right now?”
This causes her to dart her gaze to mine. She shakes her head. “No, when I’m up there, singing, the music holds me hostage. It gives me the courage and confidence I need.”
“Why do you need confidence? You’re beautiful, alluring, you should own all those emotions already. You, little Clover, are a star. One that’s burning so brightly already, there is no longer a need to hide.”
From the expression on her face, it looks like she doesn’t believe me. A girl who’s about to blow up the charts with her debut album, there’s something deep down that’s bothering her. She should be overconfident, rather than the meek little mouse that’s looking at me.
“Sometimes it’s difficult to believe something that nobody has ever told you,” she confesses, and the pain in her voice causes me to sit upright, squaring my shoulders, ready to fight for her.
My voice is raspy when I ask, “What do you mean?”
“My life hasn’t been the easiest. My family…” her words trail into silence. All I can think about it is making sure my girl is smiling again.
My girl.
Those words come easily to me, which scares the shit out of me. It’s only been a couple of days, and I’m already claiming her. Oli told me to take a chance. What could it hurt? A lot. It could hurt a whole fucking lot.
“I’m going to show you how special you are.”
A soft giggle tumbles from her pouty lips. “By spanking me?” she quips with a playful smile. I’m already hard, but each word out of her mouth is like fuel to my already raging libido.
“Yes. And so much more,” I tell her. “This life isn’t just about spanking, or punishments. It’s about pleasure, about being free, and about allowing someone else to be in charge for a while.”
“I’d like that. I’ve spent the past two years so focused, working hard, night and day to finally have my dream in hand that I haven’t had a moment to sit back and really think about what it is I want other than a singing career.”
“Well, now that you have your album being recorded,” I start, reaching for her hand, “perhaps it’s time for you to think about something more.”
Chapter 11
Clover
“Listen to me, Clover,” Gideon speaks, his words serious, controlled. “You are mine. Until you tell me otherwise. I want this.” His gaze pierces me, right down to my core. “You have a safe word.” His reminder makes me shiver.
“I don’t need it.”
“Good. Get on the bed,” he orders gruffly, his tone turning dark, husky. I obey without question because I’ve been thinking about this, needing this. I lie back, my legs once more splayed for him and my arms up over my head.
My gaze tracks Gideon as he moves across the room. The smooth cuffs he brings over make me shiver. Soon enough, my ankles and wrists are all bound, and I’m at his mercy, which he seems to enjoy from the smirk curling his lips.
He turns away, heading to a wall of implements, and when he returns, he’s holding a sleek, black leather crop, as well as a flogger with thick tongues of leather that I know are going to have me writhing.
He brings the crop down on my thigh, earning himself a yelp of surprise. I count them silently, six licks against my skin before he stops. His gaze burns into mine.
“Is that pretty pussy aching?”
“Yes, Sir,” I respond in a gasped mumble.
A smile brightens his expression, and in the next second, he brings the flogger down on my thighs, moving up to my stomach before alternating between the crop and flogger. Each implement bites into my skin differently, which only intensifies the sensations. He doesn’t stop, but I don’t need to call out my safe word because the more those lashes attack me, the wetter I’m getting.
By the time Gideon drops the implements, I’m dripping. He doesn’t speak. Instead, he moves to the cabinet and when he returns, he’s holding metal clamps.
“Have you ever used these, little one?”
“No, Sir.”
He nods. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
“Of course, Sir.” My answer is nothing more than a pained whisper, because I need so much more. Stopping is the last thing on my mind when Gideon leans in and sucks one nipple into his mouth, before clamping it. The sensation sends electric jolts through every inch of my body. He mimics the movement on the other hardened bud and clamps the metal teeth against the sensitive flesh, which has me arching upward.
He moves slowly, undressing before me, as I drink in his appearance. Once he’s completely naked, I allow my gaze to rove over his body. Dips and peaks, obliques that look as if they’ve been chiseled from marble greet me.
The confident grin on his face has me blushing. Gideon moves between my splayed legs, his thick, rigid cock ready, weeping with arousal as he grips the shaft and strokes it. The movement makes me shiver with desire. I’ve never seen a man do that. I have to admit, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
He swats each of my thighs, leaving a bright red handprint before he sheaths himself and seconds later, he’s as my entrance, his body nudging me open. Those eyes lock on mine as he rolls his hips, and I’m gasping when he stretches me to fit him. With every thrust, my breath is knocked from my lungs as Gideon fully seats himself inside me.
I’ve never felt so full. So wanted. And yet, with only a couple of gentle thrusts, he’s making me feel pleasure I could only fantasize about. He pulls out suddenly and drives back in, the thickness and length of him forcing me to mold to every inch.