Cherise Sinclair - Dark Citadel

He took the soap back and returned the favor, although he spent far too long washing her bottom, massaging her cheeks, and running a finger down the crack.

Stepping back, she washed his front, lingering on his chest, searching out the flat nipples and playing with them. His contoured muscles moved under her touch. Where had he been when she'd studied muscle groups in college anatomy? His biceps hardened when he ran his hand up her body; his pectoral muscles flexed when he put his arms around her. Slowly, she worked her way down his front to his—not a penis—he called it his cock. The velvety texture seemed incongruous over the iron rod underneath. She washed his balls, firm and heavy. His legs were apart, his hand stroking her hair as she bent to the task. When she finished and looked up, his eyes were black with passion.

She swallowed hard.

“My turn.” He plucked the soap from her motionless fingers. His foam-covered hands slicked over her breasts. When he rolled her nipples between his fingers, her legs weakened. And then he touched her between her legs, sliding over her clit, washing her folds until her knees buckled. He grinned, steadied her, before turning her so her back was toward him.

He removed the flexible shower hose from the overhead clip and dropped it to spray on the tub floor. Taking her hands, he set them low on the shower wall, bending her forward. Her breathing increased.

The curtain slid aside, and a second later, she heard the crinkling sound of a condom wrapper. “Don't move, little sub. I'm going to take you hard and fast,” he said. Just his voice sent a shudder through her.

Securing her in place with an iron arm around her waist, he entered her with a hard thrust that raised her up on her toes. She gasped as the shock sent waves of sensation searing through her.

“You feel incredible,” he murmured in her ear, one hand caressing her breasts. His chest was hard and hot against her back as he pushed even deeper.

And then he stopped. “Hmm.”

Her heart skipped a beat. That sound from him was as ominous as a doctor saying, “Oops.”

“Sir?”

He ran a hand down the shower hose and pulled it up. “Seems a shame to waste all this water, doesn't it?”

“What do you mean?” Confused, she glanced at the shower handle. She wiggled her hips a little. He was thick and long inside her; why wasn't he moving? “You can turn it off.”

“Oh, no, sweetie, I have a better idea.” He twisted the adjustable head to a single stream. With a hum of satisfaction, he positioned it in front of her breasts. She sucked in a breath at the erotic, brutal sensation.

He moved it down her front slowly, down and down, until the fierce droplets struck her already sensitive clit.

“Master!”

He chuckled, murmured, “Bingo,” and held the spray in place, held her in place as he eased his cock out of her. He drove back into her hard, filling her completely. In, out. Each thrust moved her hips forward, changing where the pulsing water struck her clit. Her hips jerked with each assault, her legs trembling so badly, his arm around her waist was all that held her up.

Her clit was on fire, so sensitive that the force of the water throbbed through her whole body. His rhythmic thrusts merged with the sensations, and everything in her tightened. She went onto tiptoes, pushing back against him, needing…needing. He moved the spray suddenly, back and forth, hitting all sides of her clit, and the shock threw her over the peak. Her climax roared over her in a devastating wave, exploding outward as she thrashed in his hard grip.

With a deep laugh, he dropped the showerhead, and grasping her hips in hard hands, he pounded into her, each thrust sending more and more spasms through her. His fingers tightened on her hips and his roar echoed through the small room as he came.

Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he held her through the after-shudders and when her legs went limp. She curled her fingers around his forearms, wanting to hold him tighter. The happiness she'd felt when he climaxed had startled her and worried her a little.

When she could finally stand on her own, he turned her around, kissed her hard on the lips. “There, little sub. Don't you feel better now that you're all clean?”

An hour later, Dan walked with Kari up to the front of the club. He stayed far enough behind to enjoy the view of her wearing his shirt…and nothing else. Good thing he carried spare clothing in the truck. He should have guessed that the woman wouldn't own anything a nun wouldn't wear.

He'd considered having her change into the soft cotton pajamas in one drawer, imagining how her breasts would have made SpongeBob dance.

But his hands had ached to play with her butt some more, so he'd put her in one of his spare shirts. The dark blue brought out the color of her eyes and set off her rich brown hair. Even better, the material was thin enough to see each movement of her full breasts. She was so tiny that the shirttail completely covered her ass with a few inches to spare.

Of course, since it was so long, he'd refused to allow her any underwear. Her face had reddened with anger and embarrassment, and her eyes sparked with blue fire. He'd hoped she'd lose her temper, but she remembered her spanking too well… Dammit.

He grinned, anticipating his revenge. Sometime tonight, he'd ask her to pick up something from the floor.

She looked back at him, saw where his eyes were focused, and shot him an evil look. “Do you pick out your sub's clothing all the time?”

He closed the gap between them, ran his hand over her bare butt. God, she was soft. “No, sweetie, this is just for my pleasure so nothing's in the way when I take my pleasure.”

Pink washed over the nape of her neck.

At his usual station behind the guard desk, Ben glanced up as they entered. “Kari, good to see you. Jessica hoped you'd make it tonight. Just in time too. I'm closing the doors in a few minutes.”

Then he saw Dan, and his mouth dropped open. He glanced at Kari, then Dan again. “I'll be damned.”

“Probably so,” Dan bit out as the unsettled feeling he'd managed to calm on his long walk reared back up inside him. Marion. His anger, his guilt, his loss… All that was bad enough. How he felt about Kari added a different guilt.

And yet he'd wanted to be here with her.

“Well…” Ben rubbed his jaw. “Good. Go on in, folks.”

Dan pushed the feelings back down inside him, managed a thin smile. “Thanks, Ben.” He nudged Kari toward the inner door.

Kari made it three steps into the club room before she stopped, stunned. Two steps farther than Dan had figured she'd get. The quiet beginners' nights didn't prepare a newbie for a normal Saturday. Tonight, people crowded the small dance floor to the right, dancing to the raw, throbbing music. Across the room, Doms and Dommes, with subs kneeling at their feet, filled couches and tables. The dress code was in force, leather and latex predominant, corsets and loincloths not unusual, the odd disobedient sub wearing only cuffs or collar. They were late enough that the scene areas were in full use, and the slap of a flogger on bare flesh, wails, screams, and moans of arousal sounded over the music.

Kari edged closer to him, looked up with wide eyes, the look on her face so dazed, so innocent, that he had to pull her up against him so he could take her mouth. Damn, but he already wanted her again.

Kari sagged in Master Dan's arms, her body rousing as if she hadn't just gotten off less than an hour ago.

“You're addictive, little sub,” he murmured in her ear, biting her neck hard enough to make her shudder with need.

“So are you,” she said under her breath. “Dammit.” The way he overwhelmed both her body and emotions was frightening.

He frowned, tilted her chin up. “What did you say?”

Oh, spit.

“Kari?”

She huffed a breath. “I said,” she muttered. “So are you.”

He arched an eyebrow.

“Dammit.”

The amusement in his eyes made her want to punch him, but the feeling of his body as he yanked her up against him again wiped the notion out entirely. The warmth of his hands went right through her thin shirt. His leathers brushed her bare thighs, and the feeling of air against her private parts was almost as worrying as the interested looks from everyone walking past. Next time she'd just take the spanking and wear what she wanted.

Or maybe not. She eyed his solidly muscular chest, exposed by the open leather vest, remembered the glint of laughter in his eyes when she'd balked at the no-underwear decree. He'd not only have enjoyed spanking her but would still have stuffed her into his choice of clothing.

The memory of how he'd stripped her clothing off in the shower, pushing her hands away as easily as she'd have brushed away a fly, sent a wave of heat through her and she shivered.

His eyes narrowed. When he rubbed his knuckles against her breasts, she realized her nipples had turned to hard nubs.

“And what are you thinking about, little sub?”

She flushed, didn't answer.

His arm around her tightened. His fingers caught one nipple in a sharp pinch.

When she squeaked, a few people turned to look at them. He didn't even notice.

“Sir!”

“I asked you a question, Kari.”

Muffled laughter sounded around them, and she felt her cheeks turning hotter and hotter. “The shower,” she whispered. “That's all.”

“Ah.” He grinned. “Good to know it has such an effect on you.” His hand on her butt pressed her against him. He was fully erect. “Thinking about that has the same effect on me. I have a feeling you're going to be a very clean submissive,” he whispered in her ear.