Her Highland Master (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 1) by Anya Summers Page A
Authors: Anya Summers
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that she couldn't move and was at his mercy as he fucked her mindless?
She didn't know what was wrong with her. This was not the way she had been raised. Sex was something that was always done in the dark with someone you knew, usually missionary or some other boring position. And as for passion, Zoey had thought she was just an oddity, that the normal, missionary-style, bland sex she had experienced with lackluster enthusiasm had meant there was something wrong with her.
Jared's hips were slamming into the woman, who was so delirious with pleasure she thrashed her head back and forth. Zoey shifted slightly and must have somehow alerted him to the fact that someone was watching because he swiveled his head in her direction, gazed at her, and then something about her appearance made him smile. Then, instead of watching the woman he was fucking into oblivion, he stared at Zoey as he brought the keening, shuddering woman to orgasm in front of Zoey's rapt gaze, not once, not twice, but three times before his own orgasm hit on a roar. Zoey's body shook when his pelvis slammed against the blonde, his hard thrusts pumping as his own release careened over him. He kept moving, and thrusting, drawing his own orgasm out until she could tell he was fully spent inside the blonde, but he never once took his eyes off Zoey.
Large hands grabbed Zoey's hips from behind. "I can smell your arousal, lass. You enjoyed watching Jared fuck Sherry, didn't you?"
There was no point in denying it. "Yes."
"Thank you for being honest with me. Especially since we have to deal with your disobedience."
Zoey whipped her head around, sputtering, "What do you mean?"
"I told you if you ventured down here without me you would be punished." Declan led her over to a couch in the courtyard area. She was too stunned to do anything more than follow. When they reached the black leather love seat, he pushed the robe off her shoulders. When she tried to keep it on, his strength won out.
"No." She tried to back away. "I'm sorry I came down here, but I don't think that means you can do whatever you want to me."
"If you had not come down here by yourself then I wouldn't be forced to punish you. I can see that your encroachment into the club was merely due to curiosity on your part. While understandable, it's still against the rules, which is why your punishment will be lighter than I normally would do but it will still be carried out. This is non-negotiable. Now, come here." He sat, pulling her with him. What was he going to do to her?
She squirmed as he lay her face down over his lap. She felt him shove the shirt up above her rear, exposing her ass for all to see.
Oh, hell no.
Zoey bucked, kicking her legs out, and Declan held her down with one arm over her middle. His hand connected with a sharp thwack against her butt and she screeched, "Ow, you bastard. Put me down."
He flipped her over and brought her face up near him. His expression was stern as he scolded her. "I do not take name-calling lightly, lass. While you are here, you will respect me. I was going to go a bit lighter on you since this is your first offense, but thanks to that smart mouth of yours, I can clearly see you need a lesson in obedience."
"I'm sorry."
"I accept your apology and believe you are sorry, but that is not going to stop your punishment, only delay it."
He flipped her back over onto her stomach, positioning her once again until her rear was bared for all to see. A crowd had begun to form around the couch—which included Jared. Zoey turned her face away from them all as the first smack landed.
Her eyes stung with tears. She was leaving this place as soon as Declan let her up. She didn't care if she had to walk all night in the snow. Zoey sucked in a breath at the pain in the next slap. Her posterior burned, flaming with every swat. His hand connected again and again, and Zoey felt herself break open wide. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.
She sobbed as Declan
She didn't know what was wrong with her. This was not the way she had been raised. Sex was something that was always done in the dark with someone you knew, usually missionary or some other boring position. And as for passion, Zoey had thought she was just an oddity, that the normal, missionary-style, bland sex she had experienced with lackluster enthusiasm had meant there was something wrong with her.
Jared's hips were slamming into the woman, who was so delirious with pleasure she thrashed her head back and forth. Zoey shifted slightly and must have somehow alerted him to the fact that someone was watching because he swiveled his head in her direction, gazed at her, and then something about her appearance made him smile. Then, instead of watching the woman he was fucking into oblivion, he stared at Zoey as he brought the keening, shuddering woman to orgasm in front of Zoey's rapt gaze, not once, not twice, but three times before his own orgasm hit on a roar. Zoey's body shook when his pelvis slammed against the blonde, his hard thrusts pumping as his own release careened over him. He kept moving, and thrusting, drawing his own orgasm out until she could tell he was fully spent inside the blonde, but he never once took his eyes off Zoey.
Large hands grabbed Zoey's hips from behind. "I can smell your arousal, lass. You enjoyed watching Jared fuck Sherry, didn't you?"
There was no point in denying it. "Yes."
"Thank you for being honest with me. Especially since we have to deal with your disobedience."
Zoey whipped her head around, sputtering, "What do you mean?"
"I told you if you ventured down here without me you would be punished." Declan led her over to a couch in the courtyard area. She was too stunned to do anything more than follow. When they reached the black leather love seat, he pushed the robe off her shoulders. When she tried to keep it on, his strength won out.
"No." She tried to back away. "I'm sorry I came down here, but I don't think that means you can do whatever you want to me."
"If you had not come down here by yourself then I wouldn't be forced to punish you. I can see that your encroachment into the club was merely due to curiosity on your part. While understandable, it's still against the rules, which is why your punishment will be lighter than I normally would do but it will still be carried out. This is non-negotiable. Now, come here." He sat, pulling her with him. What was he going to do to her?
She squirmed as he lay her face down over his lap. She felt him shove the shirt up above her rear, exposing her ass for all to see.
Oh, hell no.
Zoey bucked, kicking her legs out, and Declan held her down with one arm over her middle. His hand connected with a sharp thwack against her butt and she screeched, "Ow, you bastard. Put me down."
He flipped her over and brought her face up near him. His expression was stern as he scolded her. "I do not take name-calling lightly, lass. While you are here, you will respect me. I was going to go a bit lighter on you since this is your first offense, but thanks to that smart mouth of yours, I can clearly see you need a lesson in obedience."
"I'm sorry."
"I accept your apology and believe you are sorry, but that is not going to stop your punishment, only delay it."
He flipped her back over onto her stomach, positioning her once again until her rear was bared for all to see. A crowd had begun to form around the couch—which included Jared. Zoey turned her face away from them all as the first smack landed.
Her eyes stung with tears. She was leaving this place as soon as Declan let her up. She didn't care if she had to walk all night in the snow. Zoey sucked in a breath at the pain in the next slap. Her posterior burned, flaming with every swat. His hand connected again and again, and Zoey felt herself break open wide. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.
She sobbed as Declan
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