Obeying Rowen: Club Zodiac, Book Two Read online

  “Yes, Sir.” Breathy. Whispered.

  “I like that.” He released her cheeks and slid a finger under the lace at the small of her back, giving it a tug.

  She thrust her bottom toward him slightly as the thin strip of elastic teased both her tight hole and undoubtedly her pussy.

  Finally, he removed his hands and reached into the bag at his side, rummaging around for the box he wanted. He had them memorized. He knew exactly which one held the toy he would use on her tonight.

  As he slowly ripped the paper from the small box, she flinched. He loved watching her body tense in anticipation. Making as much noise as possible, he opened the box to draw out the contents, and then he stepped to one side of her body.

  She undoubtedly expected a plug after their discussion, but that wasn’t what he had in mind. He wanted to adorn those sweet tits with dainty clamps that would hang down and sway with her movements.

  Reaching for her closest nipple, he pinched it between two fingers and gave a slight tug.

  Faith rocked forward.

  “Stay still. Have you worn clamps before?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “So you know how the added weight pulling on your nipples can make you insane with desire.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She whimpered.

  He crouched down at her side and pinched her swollen nipple with the small rubber clamp. Rounding to her other side, he did the same. She held herself steady this time, knowing what was coming.

  With the two small chains hanging toward the surface of the table, she looked sexier than ever. Rowen gave them both a flick to make them sway. “Are they too tight?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Lower to your elbows, sweet girl. Your arms are shaking. They won’t hold you up while I play.”

  She gracefully did as he instructed, setting her forehead on her folded arms while he rounded to stand behind her again.

  “That’s my girl. So open and needy. So obedient.” He stroked her thighs, dancing his fingers over the soft white flesh, inching closer to her pussy. A glance at her chest revealed she was holding her breasts off the surface of the table. “Lower your nipples, Faith. Let them drag over the cool wood.”

  She released some of the tension in her spine to follow his directive. The smooth, cool surface of the coffee table would tease her nipples further, frustrating her while helping his cause.

  Her legs were trembling now as badly as her arms had been, so he reached for the two pillows under her knees and slid them toward her chest, spreading her wider. “Lower your bottom. Relax your body.”

  There was nothing sexier than a woman submitting so thoroughly to him like this. It made his cock harder than a rock while it humbled him to receive such a gift.

  He set one hand on her lower back to steady her while he eased his other hand between her legs and tapped her pussy through the thin barrier of the small swatch of silk. He had no idea why women bothered wearing thongs. It didn’t seem they provided any protection at all. But they were sure sexy.

  Rowen dipped a finger under the edge of silk and lace and stroked it through her folds. “So wet for me…” He gave another tug to the fabric, dragging it across her clit this time.

  She moaned.

  He slid his hand farther up her back to hold her down between her shoulder blades, assuming the pressure would increase her arousal. And he was right.

  She squirmed, lifting her chin a few inches before setting it back down.

  He stroked two fingers through her folds and then pressed them deep into her. Slowly.

  She sucked in a breath.

  He eased those fingers back out and drew them forward to circle her clit and then flick over the swollen tip.

  “Rowen…” His name on her lips drove him crazy. Not Sir. Rowen. She had slipped out of her role, but he didn’t think she realized it.

  He had to have her. He had gone days taking himself in hand. More than once a day in fact. He needed more. He needed to look in her eyes and take her completely. But first, he needed to taste her.

  He grabbed her hips and pulled her backward until her ass pressed against his cock. Without giving it another thought, he spread one hand over her belly and smoothed it up to her chest. He lifted her up onto her knees, guiding her with his hand until her back was flattened against his chest.

  She was breathing heavily, her head lolling against his shoulder, her top falling over his hand and the tiny clamps on her nipples. “Rowen…” she repeated. Her eyes were closed, her lips moving only enough to whisper his name. It was as if she were in a trance. Hypnotized. So aroused.

  He set his mouth on her ear. “Sweet girl. I need to taste you.” He nibbled her ear while he slid his other hand up her body to cup her face. He angled her head toward his and flicked his tongue over her lips. They had not kissed. Kissing was so intimate. It meant something to Rowen.

  But suddenly he needed to own her lips and then her pussy. Taste them both. Devour her.

  She licked her lips in that way she always did that made his dick take notice.

  He closed the distance, taking advantage of her parted mouth to capture her tongue between his lips and suckle it.

  She reached around to cup his face with her free hand, twisting her body slightly to make it easier to deepen the kiss.

  Her touch. It unmanned him. He needed more.

  He angled his head to one side and slipped his tongue into her mouth, tangling, dancing, tasting, wanting.

  More.

  She moaned into his mouth. He pressed his cock into her lower back.

  A tiny flicker of reality flashed through his mind. He was dancing in unchartered territory. He did not kiss women like this. He did not let his cock lead him into temptation. He was breaking all the rules to have this woman. And he had no intention of stopping.

  Gripping her chin, he parted his lips from hers. “Look at me.”

  She blinked, her eyes glassy, her lips swollen and wet. Her tongue darting out to stroke along the bottom one.

  “I want you on your back. I need to taste you.”

  She nodded.

  He held her chin steady. “I need to fuck you, Faith.”

  Her face flushed. She nodded again.

  “Words, Faith.”

  “Please, Sir. Please. God. Please. I need you inside me.”

  Blessed angels.

  Chapter 17

  Now, Rowen was stepping into dangerous territory. If he had sex with her, it would be even more difficult to let her go. But he needed her so badly it was impossible to ignore anymore.

  The best thing to do would be to slow this down. Take things in a different direction. Give them both relief without sliding his cock into her pussy just yet. He was rushing things.

  He released her chin to guide her onto her back.

  She flattened her hands at her sides on the table.

  He shoved the sheer top up her body again and cupped her breasts, making the jewels hanging from her nipples shake. When she moaned and arched her chest upward, he reached with both hands and unclipped them simultaneously.

  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she froze for several seconds, but Rowen dropped the clamps to her sides and immediately pinched her nipples to ease the sting. Slowly, he lessened the pressure as she resumed breathing and let her back relax against the table. “That’s it, sweet girl. Better?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Stuffing one pillow under her hips to lift her butt into the air, he lowered to his knees between her legs and reached for the thong to slide it over her hips and down her legs. He tossed it aside and wrapped his hands around her thighs, pressing them high and then wide.

  He stared down at her pussy, open and pink and swollen for him. Wet.

  She arched her hips upward, using her shoulder blades for leverage.

  “Ass on the pillow, sweet girl.” Pressing his elbow against her thigh, he set his forearm over her hips.

  “Sir…” She grabbed the sides of the table with her hands.


  He lowered his face, inhaling her essence. So sweet. So wet.

  Before devouring her, he flicked his tongue over her clit and then dragged it through her folds. She bucked. Or tried to. He held her steady.

  With his free hand, he pulled her folds open and then stabbed into her with his tongue.

  She called out his name. “Rowen.”

  Music. Such sweet music. He had no idea how he was going to deal with her lack of submission later, but he couldn’t imagine a day when he wouldn’t want to hear his name falling from her lips laced with so much desire.

  He closed the distance, opening his mouth over her clit and sucking. The taste of her sweetness on his tongue undid him. All he could think was how badly he wanted more.

  He sucked harder, flicking over her clit with the tip of his tongue while she attempted to writhe.

  Her hands released the table to thread into his hair. She held his head against her pussy, and he didn’t have the heart to stop her. Damn, she felt good.

  Rowen kept sucking, noticing every second how her tension increased until her hips managed to lift slightly beneath his grip.

  She stiffened. And then she came. On his lips. Sweet, sweet heaven.

  He suckled her right through the pulses of her orgasm until her muscles loosened and she relaxed her hips.

  For about two seconds she sighed. And then like a bullet she shot to sitting, batting him out of the way until she straddled the table, her sexy baby doll lacy top falling over her breasts.

  As if she suddenly recovered enough brain cells to realize the insanity of her actions, she lifted her gaze and licked her lips. “Please, Sir. May I return the favor?” With her head tipped back and her eyes wide, he couldn’t help but smile. Her face was flushed a gorgeous shade of pink.

  He unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt and then tugged it over his head in one swoop, popping the button on his jeans and kicking off his shoes next. Two seconds later, his jeans were over his hips and then on the floor. He was naked. For the first time with Faith.

  Those lips. She licked them again, her gaze on his cock as he palmed the base and stroked upward. He stepped closer, cupped the back of her head, and teased those swollen lips with the tip.

  She flicked out her tongue to taste him and hummed.

  “Faith…” He didn’t know how to finish that thought. His head swam with the need to have her lips around him, her pussy around him, anything at all. After days of needing her, he was finally going to take her.

  She leaned forward, parting her lips.

  He wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled back, getting her attention. “Who’s in charge here?”

  “You are, Sir.” She lifted her gaze, her face blank.

  “Then how about you stop moving and let me control this, yeah?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Another swipe of her tongue. Destroying him.

  He held her head steady and guided his cock to her parted lips. The moment he felt the warmth of her mouth around his length, he shuddered. Damn. He was in so much trouble.

  As much as he enjoyed dominating her, and as much as he enjoyed receiving a blowjob, he didn’t want her to have the impression he was a shit when it came to taking him in her mouth. So, he released her head and set his hands on her shoulders. “Take what you need, sweet girl.”

  She drew him into her mouth so deep, so fast, so hard, he rose onto his toes.

  Fuck me.

  If he wasn’t mistaken, she smiled against his cock as she drew off, hollowing her mouth to increase the pressure.

  Yeah, he was going to come. Too fast. “Faith…”

  She lifted her hands and grabbed his hips.

  He should have stopped her, but he couldn’t do it. His brain wasn’t firing orders to his mouth or his limbs. All demands were aimed at his dick as it swelled further. He gritted his teeth, figuring he’d done everything he could to warn her.

  With her fingers digging into his thighs, he held his breath, tipped his head back, and came, pulsing into the back of her throat.

  Faith swallowed every drop, not letting him slide out of her mouth until he was depleted. When she set her chin on his stomach, he melted. “Sweet girl…” He smoothed his hands from her shoulders into her hair. “That was amazing.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “However, that was not how I envisioned coming.” He smiled but narrowed his eyes and gripped her chin. “Later.”

  Her face flushed. “Looking forward to it, Sir.”

  “I have to be downstairs soon. I’m the dungeon monitor for several shifts tonight.” He still held her chin. “I want you to wait in my office.”

  “Okay, Sir.” Her lips curved into a slight smile.

  Good. She liked the idea. She might not like exactly what he had in mind, however. He released her chin. “Stand.”

  She obediently drew herself to her full height.

  He reached for the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, leaving her naked. “I want you on your knees facing the loveseat.”

  She nodded and hurried to do his bidding.

  While he watched her settle into the most basic of all submissive positions, he dressed. His cock stiffened again. He would relieve the need to be inside her later. For now, he would give her something to think about while he worked the floor in the club. Perhaps he could get a few people to fill in for him later or trade slots. If not, she could wait.

  He reached into the black bag and pulled out the largest box. It didn’t weigh much, but he knew it would make her shudder. Reaching around her, he set it on the couch. “Next box, sweet girl.”

  She released her hands from behind her to tear the wrapping and open the package. When the paper was tossed aside and the box opened, she pulled out a thick length of rope. She held it reverently before offering it to him. “It’s so soft, Sir.”

  He didn’t mess around when it came to Shibari. Injuring a submissive with rough threads was never his intention. “I’m going to restrain you and leave you here while I go downstairs. I want you to hold the position I leave you in while I’m gone.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She swallowed as she stared up at him.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll check on you often. Stand for me, sweet girl.”

  She elegantly rose, still facing the loveseat. He flattened his chest to her back and set his palm on her belly, lowering his lips to her ear. “I’m good with rope bondage, Faith. You’ll never be unsafe.”

  “Okay, Sir.”

  “Set your arms at your sides.” As he spoke, he slid his hand down to her pussy and cupped the warm flesh. “Legs wider.”

  She spread her feet apart as he unraveled the rope. With practiced skill, he started at one wrist and wound the soft white rope up her arms, weaving back and forth between them so that her shoulders were forced back and her elbows and wrists came closer together at her back.

  As he worked, he threaded one end of the rope through the center of the entire weave in a way that would allow her to easily tug the end and release her arms at any moment. When he had her secure, he continued by capturing her breasts in a figure eight, the gorgeous globes swelling between the gaps.

  “You look so beautiful, sweet girl,” he whispered. “How does it feel?”

  “Sexy, Sir. Like a work of art.”

  He kissed her shoulder and nibbled a path along her neck. “I love restraining you like this. My cock is already completely at attention again. I wish I had time to fuck you against the couch before I go downstairs.”

  She shivered. “Me too, Sir.”

  “Later. The anticipation will make it worth it.” He stepped back, releasing her to grab the bag and set it on the coffee table. As he rummaged through it in search of another item, he spoke to her back. “I guess I’ll have to open the next box for you, since you’re tied up.”

  He was glad to see she had included all eight items in the bag when she came because he was about to put the lube to use for the second time. It also reminded him that she had come to his of
fice prepared to return his gifts and walk away. That stung, but he was to blame. His silence that afternoon had hurt her.

  As soon as he had the next small package open, he closed the distance, to press into her back again. With one hand he covered her eyes and tipped her head back, and then he ran the tip of his next toy over her lips. “Open your mouth, sweet girl.”

  She parted her lips without hesitation. So sexy. Trusting.

  Rowen slid the clear glass plug between her lips slowly until the widest part was inside her mouth while he held the outer ball. He spun the plug around inside her, swirling it over her tongue.

  She moaned.

  Jesus.

  “You know where this is going, right?”

  She nodded, closing her lips around the thinnest part of the plug and sucking. Any man would come in his pants watching her. Hell, most women would too. She was that spectacular. And she was all his. Completely at his bidding.

  His head grew two sizes as he considered that few people inside the club knew this side of her. None of them had seen her in action as a submissive, and most of the members and guests believed her to be a Domme.

  This was a different side of Faith, one he hoped he could continue to nurture as she resumed her more authentic role. He gritted his teeth as he tried not to dwell on the thought. Just because she was in his office submitting to him once again didn’t mean they had worked out their differences. Far from it.

  But for tonight—one day at a time—he would ignore their possible disagreements and enjoy her submission. Watching her suckle the plug was enough to make his heartrate increase.

  Finally, he released her eyes, still holding her head tipped back. She blinked up at him as he popped the plug from her mouth. “Will you wear this for me?” He lowered it to trail it down her body, stopping when he tapped her clit and then continuing to drag it through her folds.

  “Yes, Sir.” The words were breathy. She lifted onto her toes.

  He released her to step back again, pressing on her shoulder blades. “Bend over. Set your forehead on the couch.”

  He held her shoulders, easing her forward. So eager. So willing. So obedient.

  So perfect.