Her Highland Master (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 1) by Anya Summers
Authors: Anya Summers
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Zoey felt her nipples harden and her sex pulsed as the man brought the woman to a screaming orgasm. And that had only been with his mouth. She'd never had a boyfriend get her off with oral before.
Entranced, and more turned on than she was willing to admit, Zoey walked further into the dungeon. The sounds of people having sex increased. Some of the room doors were open, some closed. In one of the closed rooms with the curtains fully drawn, she distinctly heard the sound of a male and female groaning in unison, along with the sound of slapping flesh. The people in the rooms she could see into, all seemed to be doing some type of bondage as part of the sex act itself. Most were handcuffed and chained, some used rope, and other materials. So this was what Declan had meant by the BDSM lifestyle. He wanted to tie her up and have sex with her. The image of that was so erotic and foreign to Zoey that she whimpered a little. The thought of allowing Declan to tie her up like that one couple, eating her out until she came so hard she was screaming caused her to feel moisture at her center.
She continued forward until she reached an open area with all sorts of equipment that she didn't understand; one of which was a huge, circular cross suspended from the ceiling. But what drew her rapt attention was the scene taking place in the room's center. A blonde woman was bent over a sawhorse, her wrists and feet chained, with her rear canted up in the air. Her naked, voluptuous breasts spilled over the sawhorse, her nipples had small silver chains clamped over them. She keened on a wail, her face awash with flushed pleasure as the big male standing behind her spanked her across the rear with his hand. Zoey heard the crack of his hand as the woman screamed, but instead of being repulsed, felt her own sex thump in time with the spanking. Would Declan want to tie her up like that and spank her? Did she want him to? Pleasure flooded her body at the thought. She could tell the blonde woman was thoroughly enjoying the man's not-so-tender ministrations.
Zoey's shock was complete when she recognized that the man doling out the punishment was Declan's gorgeous, ginger-haired butler, Jared. He stood as naked as the day was long. Zoey had thought he was attractive with his clothes on but without them he was spectacular. His body appeared chiseled and hewn from granite, reminding her of a swimmer's build, all sleek and sinewy. With every movement, his muscles rippled and flexed. His washboard abs were covered with a fine dusting of darker hair, sort of a mix of ginger and brown, that gave him a more rugged carnal appearance. It trailed down into a single happy trail that ended at his large, engorged penis. The sight of him, heady with passion, commanding the blonde's desire, about to fuck her, made Zoey's breath strangle in her throat.
The scene before her, if she was totally honest with herself, was straight out of her deepest and darkest fantasies.
Jared spoke in a commanding tone to the blonde. "Come for me, now."
He gave her ass one more good swat but didn't draw his hand back, and from what it looked like at that angle he had driven his fingers into the woman's sex. Zoey felt herself flame as she heard the woman orgasm like she would bring the roof down. Jared stroked her, his arm thrusting back and forth, wringing every bit of the orgasm from her body, and then the woman moaned as he spread the white globes of her rear. Then the woman's ardent moans truly started as Zoey watched Jared fist himself, rubbing the long thick length of his erection against her, before he plunged into her from behind in one hard plunge. The blonde gasped, mewling sounds erupting from her lips as Jared pumped his pelvis, hammering his cock inside her.
Zoey felt herself breathing heavily as she imagined Jared doing all those things to her and realized she was envious of the blonde. What would it feel like to be that uninhibited, to feel that loss of control, to know
Entranced, and more turned on than she was willing to admit, Zoey walked further into the dungeon. The sounds of people having sex increased. Some of the room doors were open, some closed. In one of the closed rooms with the curtains fully drawn, she distinctly heard the sound of a male and female groaning in unison, along with the sound of slapping flesh. The people in the rooms she could see into, all seemed to be doing some type of bondage as part of the sex act itself. Most were handcuffed and chained, some used rope, and other materials. So this was what Declan had meant by the BDSM lifestyle. He wanted to tie her up and have sex with her. The image of that was so erotic and foreign to Zoey that she whimpered a little. The thought of allowing Declan to tie her up like that one couple, eating her out until she came so hard she was screaming caused her to feel moisture at her center.
She continued forward until she reached an open area with all sorts of equipment that she didn't understand; one of which was a huge, circular cross suspended from the ceiling. But what drew her rapt attention was the scene taking place in the room's center. A blonde woman was bent over a sawhorse, her wrists and feet chained, with her rear canted up in the air. Her naked, voluptuous breasts spilled over the sawhorse, her nipples had small silver chains clamped over them. She keened on a wail, her face awash with flushed pleasure as the big male standing behind her spanked her across the rear with his hand. Zoey heard the crack of his hand as the woman screamed, but instead of being repulsed, felt her own sex thump in time with the spanking. Would Declan want to tie her up like that and spank her? Did she want him to? Pleasure flooded her body at the thought. She could tell the blonde woman was thoroughly enjoying the man's not-so-tender ministrations.
Zoey's shock was complete when she recognized that the man doling out the punishment was Declan's gorgeous, ginger-haired butler, Jared. He stood as naked as the day was long. Zoey had thought he was attractive with his clothes on but without them he was spectacular. His body appeared chiseled and hewn from granite, reminding her of a swimmer's build, all sleek and sinewy. With every movement, his muscles rippled and flexed. His washboard abs were covered with a fine dusting of darker hair, sort of a mix of ginger and brown, that gave him a more rugged carnal appearance. It trailed down into a single happy trail that ended at his large, engorged penis. The sight of him, heady with passion, commanding the blonde's desire, about to fuck her, made Zoey's breath strangle in her throat.
The scene before her, if she was totally honest with herself, was straight out of her deepest and darkest fantasies.
Jared spoke in a commanding tone to the blonde. "Come for me, now."
He gave her ass one more good swat but didn't draw his hand back, and from what it looked like at that angle he had driven his fingers into the woman's sex. Zoey felt herself flame as she heard the woman orgasm like she would bring the roof down. Jared stroked her, his arm thrusting back and forth, wringing every bit of the orgasm from her body, and then the woman moaned as he spread the white globes of her rear. Then the woman's ardent moans truly started as Zoey watched Jared fist himself, rubbing the long thick length of his erection against her, before he plunged into her from behind in one hard plunge. The blonde gasped, mewling sounds erupting from her lips as Jared pumped his pelvis, hammering his cock inside her.
Zoey felt herself breathing heavily as she imagined Jared doing all those things to her and realized she was envious of the blonde. What would it feel like to be that uninhibited, to feel that loss of control, to know
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