Destined for the Dom [Masters of Submission 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (9 page)

“Hunter, I’ll never even get to the club at this rate.” Her indignation amused him to no end, and he had trouble stopping himself from laughing.

“Try this.” He turned the remote to its lowest setting, then observed her response again. “That’s better. That’s much better.” There was a slight change to her usually elegant walk, but only he would know. “Excellent. While we’re at the club, I’ll turn up the juice every now and then, just to let my sub know who’s in control.”

Her perfect mouth pouted, making his cock harden once again.

Hunter rose from the bed and walked across to her. He pulled her into his arms, and kissed her passionately on the lips, sliding his tongue possessively inside her mouth in an act of ownership. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck as his kiss deepened. Eventually he pulled away, and whispered close to her ear, “When we get back here later on, you’ll be so fucking hot and horny, you’ll be climbing the walls for relief.”

“Oh, Hunter, don’t tease, tell me what you’re gonna do.” Her breathless submissive plea appealed to his dominant nature.

“Patience, Peaches, you’ll find out when the time is right.”

Two intimidating bronze ravens watched over the entrance to Club Submission. Zoë thought they were almost as tall as her and shivered as they swept through the large oak doors and into reception.

Hunter leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Best behavior from now on, Peaches, remember I’m a Master here.” As if to make his point he wound her clit stimulator up to full power for a few seconds. It throbbed erotically, drumming on her supercharged nerve endings, making her weave awkwardly toward the reception desk. Anyone observing would think she was drunk. She let out a sharp whimper, covering it with a mock cough to disguise what was really happening. Zoë just caught a glimpse of satisfaction on Hunter’s face as she struggled to compose herself. He loved every moment of her embarrassment. Thankfully, he wound the power down, until it was just a dull pulse in the background, but even that did nothing to lower the ache in her pussy. Just how was she going to make it through the evening, when all she could think about was hot fucking, and plenty of it?

The receptionist behind the desk smiled as though she knew what was going on. She was blessed with a pretty face and lovely hazel eyes, making Zoë wonder if Hunter had ever had a relationship with her. After all, they looked about the same age. She tried to quash the jealous thoughts, but it was difficult. Zoë felt very possessive of Hunter now. The thought of him having sex with other women made her stomach churn, but she reminded herself that Hunter belonged to her now. In fact, she had his undivided attention right at this very moment, because he wound the Goddamn stimulator up to full power again, making her desperate to get home, and get her clothes off. She just hoped she wouldn’t need to speak, because it would be virtually impossible. Instead, Zoë plastered a smile on her face, and waited for Hunter to take pity on her.

The receptionist’s blonde hair bounced as she spoke. “Master Hunter, good to see you again.”

“You, too, Andrea. How are things at Club Submission? I’ve been away on business.”

“Things are great. Since the New Year party, it’s just gotten better and better.”

“Good, I’m glad.” Hunter put his arms protectively around Zoë’s shoulders. “This is my new sub, Zoë. She’s moved in with me.” Zoë let out a grateful breath as Hunter finally turned down the power.

“Good to meet you, honey. I hope you’ll become a regular here at Club Submission.” She smiled at them both. “Now, go right in, and have a great evening.”

As Hunter guided her through the club, Zoë asked, “Is she part of the scene, too?”

“Sort of. She used to come here with her husband, Joe. He was a well-respected Dom, but unfortunately he died a few years ago, in a tragic car accident. Since then, she’s remained close to the club by working in reception, but has refused all offers from the Masters here.”

Zoë felt relief and sadness in equal measure. Andrea wasn’t in Hunter’s back catalogue of subs, but she was wasting her life. She was a beautiful woman. Clearly she’d loved her husband dearly. “Perhaps she’s scared to let go of the past.”

“Maybe. But then aren’t we all.”

The place was in full swing as Hunter led her through into the happening part of the club. Heady music drifted seductively through the impressive surroundings. Although it was still early, several couples were already dancing provocatively on a revolving stage. Other club members sat and talked at various tables, enjoying the atmosphere. The whole scene exuded sex and sexuality, and Zoë felt her pussy moisten further, even though Hunter hadn’t turned up the juice on her clit. In one corner stood the bar, a sheer sweep of black and chrome that nestled enticingly under subdued lighting.

The dress code was slightly more off the wall than she was used to, with fetish gear, such as leather, chains, and PVC, taking center stage. To Zoë, everyone appeared to be acting fairly normally, but then Hunter had already told her that most of the action went down in another part of the club.

They both took a stool by the bar, and the barman walked across. “Hey, Hunter, how you doing?”

“Great, Todd. This is Zoë. She’s moved in with me.”

Todd was a tall, muscular guy. She guessed he weighed over two hundred pounds and was in his late twenties. He had thick dark hair and steely gray eyes. They were fascinating to look at, and in stark contrast to his dark olive-skinned complexion. He held out a large hand with his fingers splayed. “Real good to meet you, Zoë. Now what can I get you to drink?”

She shook his outstretched hand, noticing he had a firm grip. “Just a club soda with plenty of ice, please.”

“The usual?” he asked Hunter.

“Yeah, why not?” Hunter glanced at Zoë. “Club Submission only serves alcohol at special events or private parties, so my favorite root beer will have to suffice. Besides, having you with me is intoxicating enough.”

As Todd moved away, Zoë commented, “Is he a Master here, too?”

Hunter rubbed his hands over his five-o’clock shadow. “Hmm, not in the true sense, Peaches. The Strong brothers have taken him under their wing. They’re giving him a few pointers on what makes a good Dom.”

“Who are the Strong brothers?”

“That’s Matthew and Ethan. They own the club.” Hunter twisted on his barstool, and pointed across the crowded room to a roped-off area containing a selection of sofas and easy chairs. “Matthew is over by the Chill-out Zone, talking to that fine-looking dark-haired woman. I don’t know where Ethan is, I guess it’s his day off.”

“Who’s the woman with him?”

“Ah, that’s Francine, she’s a switch.”

“What the hell is a switch?”

“Someone who likes to be a top, and a bottom. Sometimes she’ll be a Dominant, and sometimes she’ll be a submissive. I suppose it all depends on her mood.”

“With the same person?”

“Oh, no, she has her own Master, and her own sub.”

“Now that’s just plain greedy.”

Hunter chuckled. “Maybe, but it’s what makes everyone happy at the end of the day.”

Todd brought their drinks across and laid them on a neatly folded napkin. He flashed Zoë a smile. “You have a real good time.”

“Thank you, I intend to.”

Hunter took a swig of root beer with a mischievous smile to his lips.

When Zoë raised her glass, he zapped her clit with another high dose of powerful pleasure. Her hand shook as she placed the glass down on the bar, spilling the contents over the shiny black surface. She dabbed at the spill with her napkin.

“Damn you, Hunter.”

“Here allow me, ma’am.” Todd came to the rescue, a knowing smile on his face.

When he’d gone, she whispered, “He knows what you’re doing to me. Everyone here knows what you’re doing to me.”

Hunter smiled. “It’s all part of the fun. How many times has your inner self wanted to act irresponsibly and wantonly? Club Submission allows you the freedom to indulge your every sexual desire.”

Just then, a deep, gravelly voice spoke from behind them. To Zoë it sounded like a voice broken on the streets of New York. “Hunter, good to see you again, buddy.”

“You, too, Cole.”

His partner, an attractive young woman in her late twenties, with dark-brown hair, slid onto the barstool next to her, and leaned in close. “Hi, I’m Jessica, good to meet you.” As she held out her hand, she smiled kindly, and Zoë instinctively knew they’d become good friends.

“I’m Zoë.”

“Glad to meet you, sweetie. Master Cole will be talking with Master Hunter for hours now.” As if to underline her words, both men moved away from the bar. “See, what did I tell you.”

Zoë was relieved. Now Hunter had something else to concentrate on, he wouldn’t be watching her so closely. She reached for her drink and lifted it to her lips. Just as she took a sip, a deep throb pulsed over her clit. Her hand trembled, and she quickly placed the drink back down. This time he didn’t let up. She leaned forward and hid her discomfort by covering her mouth with a hand.

“Hey, sweetie, are you all right?” Jessica looked genuinely concerned.

Zoë pursed her lips together, and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine, thanks. I thought I was going to sneeze.” Glancing over her shoulder at Hunter, she gave him the most evil look she could muster. He must have taken pity on her, because even though he was totally engrossed in what Master Cole was saying, he eventually turned the control down. The pulse had been so strong that she feared it had become jammed on maximum. Thank God he’d finally relented, because her pussy was soaking wet. Her arousal would be off the scale by the time they returned home.

This time she was determined to act normal. Taking a deep breath, she said, “So how long have you and Master Cole known each other, Jessica?”

“Oh, I’d say about three years, sweetie.”

“So you’re used to the club, and the lifestyle?”

“Oh yeah, we both love coming here.”

“That’s good to hear.” Zoë reached for her drink again. Just as she was about to pick it up, an intensely strong sensation rippled through her clit. She gasped and leaned forward once more. All she could think about was sex, Hunter, and more sex.

Jessica touched her arm. “I’ve been coming here too long, sweetie, you can’t fool me. I know exactly what ails you. Master Hunter has wired you up.”

Feeling more than a little embarrassed, Zoë whispered, “Yeah, he has, but keep it quiet.” Despite the searing white heat of clitoral stimulation, she just about managed to speak. If she weren’t careful, she’d have an orgasm right here in front of another woman. A woman she’d only met a few minutes ago. God, how embarrassing would that be? She dug her fingernails into her palms, hoping and praying that the pain would stop her from climaxing.
You bastard, Hunter Black.

Jessica giggled. “The Masters here at Club Submission all have a real mean streak.”

“Jessica, please. How the hell am I gonna make it through the evening with this damned thing down my panties?”

Her newfound friend leaned in and whispered conspiratorially in her ear, “Sweetie, I know exactly what you need to do. Excuse yourself and go to the powder room. When you get there, remove that contraption from your little clitty, but don’t take it away completely, place it somewhere else where you can still feel the vibrations. I suggest your belly. That’s what I always do. That way, when Master Hunter turns it up to max, you can react as he expects you to.”

“Sounds like a great idea, Jessica.”

Jessica whispered in her ear again, “But make sure you put it back properly before you get home, or you’ll be found out.”

Zoë reached out and squeezed her hand. “Thanks, I think I might just do that.”

“Glad I could help, sweetie. But remember, don’t let him find out, or you’ll be in serious trouble, and don’t let him know I told you about it either. If Master Cole hears I’ve been helping you out, he’ll redden my bare ass for sure.”

Another pulse shot through her clit. “I’ll have take that chance, Jessica.”

Hunter felt an overwhelming sense of well-being as he observed Zoë and Jessica sitting at the bar. They’d been chatting incessantly, laughing and joking like a couple of naughty schoolgirls. It made his heart swell with pride that Zoë now belonged to him.

Occasionally, he would turn the dial up on her clit stimulator, enjoying her obvious dilemma as she fought to keep control. She was managing remarkably well now, much better than when she’d first arrived at the club. He smiled to himself. He still had an ace up his sleeve. She thought he’d already turned it up to max, but that had been a blind. So far he’d barely twisted the dial more than halfway. Later on in the evening, it would be fun using full power.

Cole slapped him on the back. “Listen up, Hunter. I’m gonna take Jessica into the Hot Zone. Matthew has asked me to do a demonstration. I’ve an idea, but I need to run it past her first.”

“Great, we’ll see you later.”

Curiosity getting the better of her, Zoë asked, “Where are they going?”

“The Hot Zone,” he answered, sitting beside her.

“Oh, I see.” She looked a little nervous.

Hunter smiled. He’d already told Zoë a lot about Club Submission. Up to now, she’d not been overwhelmed by anything she’d seen. She’d taken it all in her stride. “Finish your drink and I’ll take you through. Cole and Jessica are gonna put on a demonstration. I’m expecting it to be good.”