Her Highland Master (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 1) by Anya Summers Page B
Authors: Anya Summers
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righted her body and pulled her close.
"It's all over, sweet lass. Let it out." He stroked his hand over her back, offering her comfort after the punishment. He handed her some tissues.
"I don't like being disobeyed, Zoey. It was not just because of your disobedience, but for your own protection that I had to discipline you, do you understand? Since you don't know the rules of our club, you couldn't possibly know that any unattached sub who enters is consenting to be willing and available to have sex with any Dom here."
Zoey burrowed her face in his shoulder in shame. She had really put her foot in it this time. Her tears were more about being caught and the shock of it all than about any of the pain from the spanking. When she thought about it, it might be a bit uncomfortable, her butt burning a little, except she was also feeling stirrings of liquid need as there seemed to be a constant symphony of moaning. He hadn't really hurt her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered against his neck, inhaling his heady scent. She reveled in being held within his arms, wanting the sense of peace and comfort to continue.
He kissed her temple and his hand moved from her back to her legs, lightly caressing her thighs, seducing her body into craving the feel of those long, calloused fingers. "And you're forgiven, sweet lass."
Chapter Four
The crowd had dispersed some time while Declan had been comforting her. He felt so good. She could sit like this with him all night. Then he changed his caresses; he rubbed his hand along the insides of her thighs, lightly teasing the flesh under the hem of her shirt. He never ventured past the barrier the top presented, but each sure touch sent electric currents directly to her pussy. The burning on her rear spread, inciting flames of need to ratchet higher, pulling her body taut. His caresses were doing far more to her composure than his spanking had done.
Declan's hand shifted, diving underneath the hem of the tee-shirt, cupping her sex. Zoey groaned.
Her body was vibrating, her skin felt too tight, and she knew that if she touched herself she would come. She whimpered when Declan swept her up into his arms and carried her down the hall to one of the vacant glass rooms. He closed the door behind them, pressed a button near the door that made the curtains move to enclose them and then light up so that there were no shadows between them.
Zoey barely had time to think when he set her down on a massage table in the middle of the room. Declan tipped her head up so that she could do nothing but look at him.
"I warned you not to come down here without me. But now that you have, I can see my world entices you."
"But I'm… I've never done anything like that. I didn't know people did," she admitted, unable to say that she wanted it out loud. It would make it all too real. Was that what she really wanted?
He caressed her cheek. "And you are surprised that it excites you, thrills you in a way, perhaps, that sex never has before? Be honest with me, lass. There's no room for shame."
"But it's not—"
"Normal? Zoey, everyone is built differently. For some, what is considered normal sex does nothing for them. Others need more. There's nothing wrong with that. I can tell it arouses you," his fingers traced around her nipples, through his shirt, "and that after sinking my fingers in your pussy I found you dripping wet. Your body is telling me the truth. I need to hear it from your lips. Does it?"
"Yes," she breathed, almost on a sigh. There was no point in denying that she had wished it had been her that Jared had been pounding into instead of the blonde. Zoey squirmed on the table, her butt burning, her sex aching as Declan continued to trace lightly around her nipples but never touching them. Her heart raced, and she felt her breasts swell. She wanted his hands more firmly on the tender flesh—wanted his hands all over her body if she was honest.
"I'll make you another offer, lass. Try it once, with
"It's all over, sweet lass. Let it out." He stroked his hand over her back, offering her comfort after the punishment. He handed her some tissues.
"I don't like being disobeyed, Zoey. It was not just because of your disobedience, but for your own protection that I had to discipline you, do you understand? Since you don't know the rules of our club, you couldn't possibly know that any unattached sub who enters is consenting to be willing and available to have sex with any Dom here."
Zoey burrowed her face in his shoulder in shame. She had really put her foot in it this time. Her tears were more about being caught and the shock of it all than about any of the pain from the spanking. When she thought about it, it might be a bit uncomfortable, her butt burning a little, except she was also feeling stirrings of liquid need as there seemed to be a constant symphony of moaning. He hadn't really hurt her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered against his neck, inhaling his heady scent. She reveled in being held within his arms, wanting the sense of peace and comfort to continue.
He kissed her temple and his hand moved from her back to her legs, lightly caressing her thighs, seducing her body into craving the feel of those long, calloused fingers. "And you're forgiven, sweet lass."
Chapter Four
The crowd had dispersed some time while Declan had been comforting her. He felt so good. She could sit like this with him all night. Then he changed his caresses; he rubbed his hand along the insides of her thighs, lightly teasing the flesh under the hem of her shirt. He never ventured past the barrier the top presented, but each sure touch sent electric currents directly to her pussy. The burning on her rear spread, inciting flames of need to ratchet higher, pulling her body taut. His caresses were doing far more to her composure than his spanking had done.
Declan's hand shifted, diving underneath the hem of the tee-shirt, cupping her sex. Zoey groaned.
Her body was vibrating, her skin felt too tight, and she knew that if she touched herself she would come. She whimpered when Declan swept her up into his arms and carried her down the hall to one of the vacant glass rooms. He closed the door behind them, pressed a button near the door that made the curtains move to enclose them and then light up so that there were no shadows between them.
Zoey barely had time to think when he set her down on a massage table in the middle of the room. Declan tipped her head up so that she could do nothing but look at him.
"I warned you not to come down here without me. But now that you have, I can see my world entices you."
"But I'm… I've never done anything like that. I didn't know people did," she admitted, unable to say that she wanted it out loud. It would make it all too real. Was that what she really wanted?
He caressed her cheek. "And you are surprised that it excites you, thrills you in a way, perhaps, that sex never has before? Be honest with me, lass. There's no room for shame."
"But it's not—"
"Normal? Zoey, everyone is built differently. For some, what is considered normal sex does nothing for them. Others need more. There's nothing wrong with that. I can tell it arouses you," his fingers traced around her nipples, through his shirt, "and that after sinking my fingers in your pussy I found you dripping wet. Your body is telling me the truth. I need to hear it from your lips. Does it?"
"Yes," she breathed, almost on a sigh. There was no point in denying that she had wished it had been her that Jared had been pounding into instead of the blonde. Zoey squirmed on the table, her butt burning, her sex aching as Declan continued to trace lightly around her nipples but never touching them. Her heart raced, and she felt her breasts swell. She wanted his hands more firmly on the tender flesh—wanted his hands all over her body if she was honest.
"I'll make you another offer, lass. Try it once, with
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