Submit to Me (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 7) Page 6

  She glanced around as they made it to the pool area. No one was in the water, they were all reclining on loungers and chairs. A table had been arranged, draped with ivory linen and heaped with appetizers; delicacies for them to munch on through the night. After the veritable feast, Veronica was certain she wouldn't be able to eat a thing. At least, not yet.

  "Can I interest you in a Bellini?" Lucy asked. Zoey's best friend and bridesmaid flashed a gregarious smile as she held out two champagne flutes.

  "Why not?" Veronica conceded, accepting a glass. She normally didn't do fruity drinks, having been raised with a number of whisky distilleries nearby, she was more familiar with sterner stuff. But for tonight, the fizzy peach nectar would do.

  "Thank you." Kat took a sip. "God, that's good."

  "Grab yourselves a seat. Once everyone is here, the games will begin," Lucy commandeered, and directed them with an efficient flourish. It made Veronica chuckle thinking of her with Jesse. She'd put him through his paces, but he needed it. He had for a long time. He was a good Dom. They'd done a scene together the last time she'd been to the manor. Granted, that had been two years ago, and nothing more than scratching an itch on her part. There'd been no lightning bolt connections. Lucy would be a handful for Jesse. Then again, he had always been in need of a little direction.

  "We will." The two of them claimed one of the lounge chairs.

  It put them next to Elise and Kara.

  "Hey, Kara, Elise, have you two met Katarina?"

  "Yes, we did at dinner, briefly. Hello, again, so glad you joined us tonight." Elise smiled and took a sip of her champagne.

  "No, I haven't." Kara smiled and held out her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Katarina. You're the ballerina sub Chase told me about, right?"

  "Guilty. I can't tell you how wonderful it is to see Zeke and Chase so happy. I have a hard enough time finding one Dom to play with. I don't know how you do it with two!"

  Kara looked for all the world like the cat that ate the canary and said, "It's a filthy job, but someone's gotta do it."

  Lucy stood up amidst the group. "Can I get everyone's attention?"

  Zoey's sister Ophelia stood too, wearing a black bikini displaying the slightly rounded bulge of her abdomen, and joined Lucy in the center.

  "Thanks, Luce. All right, Lucy and I put our heads together and have a few games that we came up with. First up are naughty mad libs, which Lucy is handing to you now. You'll have fifteen minutes to answer them all. We have a deluxe rabbit vibrator for the winner."

  "I didn't think Tobias would like that kind of competition, sis." Zoey snorted.

  "You'd be surprised," Ophelia said with a chuckle.

  "Okay, on my mark, go."

  And that was how much of the evening proceeded. They played pin the penis on the model, pass the lubricated dildo, which was just like the game hot potato, but with a pink jelly dildo covered with lube that made it one slippery little sucker. Veronica even won a set of vibrating nipple clamps and bullet vibrator.

  It was incredible to be just one of the girls. She drank, probably more than she should, but the Bellinis seemed to hit the spot just right. Veronica giggled and enjoyed herself more than she thought she would have. Except, all night, he was in the back of her mind. As the evening wore on, after the games had been played and the appetizers eaten, they all crowded together on the chairs in a circle. She was a bit buzzed and feeling like a million dollars, as though she could walk up to Hunter, love him, and then leave him.

  "Where is Declan taking you for your honeymoon?" Kara asked.

  Zoey wore a similarly floaty expression—in fact all the women did, except for the two pregnant subs. "Well, some of it he is keeping a surprise. What I do know is that we are starting out in the Mediterranean, I think southern France, and then, I have no idea. And he won't tell me more."

  "Have you and the guys set a date for the wedding, Kara?" Lucy interjected.

  "Yes and no; with my pregnancy, Zeke wants to make it formal at the courthouse as soon as we return to Manhattan. He wants to make sure that if something should, god forbid, happen to him, the baby and I are taken care of completely. So probably sometime in January we will go to the courthouse, but Chase and I want the full enchilada, so we will likely wait until after the baby is born so I can lose some of the baby weight and have a big wedding."

  "That's what Tobias and I did," Ophelia said, looking rather guiltily at Zoey.

  "I still can't believe you did it that way without me," Zoey said, without a lot of heat behind her words.

  "We'll have a shindig out in LA, but decided to wait until the baby arrives," Ophelia said.

  "Do you know what you're having?" Veronica asked.

  "Yes."

  "What?" Zoey sputtered on a sip of Bellini. "You didn't tell me that. Why didn't you say something?"

  "Well, I didn't want to take the spotlight away from you. This week is about you and Declan."

  "Christ, Lia, don't leave us hanging! What color party decorations do I need to start stockpiling for your baby shower?" Lucy asked with a flourish, setting her hands on her hips.

  "Pink," Ophelia said, rubbing her hand over her baby bump.

  A round of 'aws' filled the space. Tobias was having a little girl. Veronica remembered how afraid she'd been when she'd watched the pregnancy test confirm she was preggers. And how terrified she'd been when the doctor had told her she was having a little boy. And just how hard labor actually was, and that, as she sat in her hospital bed, holding her infant son, feeling more love than she ever thought herself capable of, she'd been petrified that she wouldn't know what to do, or how to best care for the little life that was now solely dependent on her. The differences struck a chord inside her. Tobias would make such a wonderful dad, and while she didn't know Ophelia well, if the expression on her face was any indication, that little girl would want for nothing.

  "Do you have a name picked out?" Elise asked.

  "Yes, we do in fact. Meet Lily Marie." Ophelia patted her bump.

  "Lia, you're naming her after Mom?" Tears welled in Zoey's eyes and were mirrored in her sister's.

  "Yeah, I thought she would have liked that. And her name is for both of our mothers, actually. Marie is for his mom, Mary."

  Zoey embraced her, weeping a little. "It's perfect."

  "As much as this has been a hoot, ladies, I need a hefty dose of testosterone so I don't go do something silly like toss out my birth control. Zoey, I hope you enjoyed your party, but this girl is heading to the club and my man. Ya'll are welcome to join me," Lucy proclaimed, belting her robe and giving Zoey a quick hug.

  There was a murmur of assent from the rest of the group at the mention of intruding on the bachelor party. Quite buzzed, Veronica followed them all into the elevator and then the club. Her emotions were in a whirling jumble but her body seemed to know exactly what it wanted. She had just enough liquid courage in her veins at this point to ignore the potential consequences and side-effects when she spied her target.

  Hunter looked like the god of sex, Veronica thought as she strutted into the arena. Dressed even more sharply than normal for the club, the dress slacks and shirt on his body were the perfect touch, the green silk made his eyes appear even darker. He spotted her from his seat next to Tyler on one of the black leather couches as she approached.

  "We need to talk," she said, interrupting his conversation. Although Tyler didn't seem to mind her interruption, as Elise slid onto his lap and kissed him.

  "Roni?" Trepidation filled his gaze and he hesitated.

  "Privately." She turned on her heel, still unsure what she was going to say to him or do with him once she got him alone. Would he follow her, or tell her to get lost? After last night and her avoidance of him all day, she wouldn't blame him. Should she give in to what she wanted? And what was that, exactly? To tell him about their son? To blast him over a relationship that had happened when they were both still so young and not ready for anything truly adult? Or give in to the
desire pulsing in her body whenever she glanced at him? She prayed for an answer on the way and then entered one of the private rooms. As she had suspected, he followed her, bewilderment stamped across his face.

  Veronica shut the door, and kept the curtain closed as she flipped on the light.

  This close to him, she could see the individual stubble of the five o'clock shadow on his jaw. His lips pursed in a frown as he attempted to decipher her motives. Hunter looked like a man about to go before a firing squad. She didn't know why, but it was the sexiest damn thing she'd seen in years.

  "What did you—"

  In the few seconds they'd been in the room, her body vetoed her common sense and overrode her tumultuous emotions. She didn't let him finish his sentence as she kissed him with all her pent-up frustration and need. She wanted tonight for herself. To be with the one man she'd spent far too many nights yearning for, who always made her hotter than a steel forge. To once again feel his brawny arms surround her with their strength, holding her as if she was everything to him, even though it was only a mirage that wouldn't last past the night.

  None of that mattered. What mattered was here and now, and the fact that in her heart of hearts, she had never stopped loving him. As much as she wished she could hate him, the love she held inside her heart for him would never go away.

  Hunter groaned, shoving his hands into her hair and holding her mouth hostage against his fervent onslaught. With the skill of a Master, he flipped control of the heated invasion as he took command of the tangle of lips and dueling tongues. He angled her head further back, plunging his tongue inside her mouth, mimicking sex. Her fingers dug into his muscular chest, needing to get closer. She craved more of him, all of him, as much as she could gorge herself on tonight.

  In a move that was completely unlike her usual, sensible self, Veronica gripped the silk of his shirt, tugging excessively at the fabric, longing for the feel of his warm flesh in her hands. Fabric ripped as buttons pinged and scattered across the floor in her hurry to gain access to his smoking hot body beneath. And then her hands were on his chest, running over his pecs, caressing the grooves and indents of his eight-pack abdominals.

  She moaned around his tongue. The man had always had the best body. If it were possible, he felt better than her memories. His muscular chest more defined. The flat discs of his nipples as smooth as silk, and pebbled into tiny points. The fine smattering of golden hair tickled Veronica's fingertips, enticing her to follow the trail down his chest to where it disappeared below his pants.

  All the while, Hunter's lips were locked on hers as if he was siphoning her life force, scorching her insides into a smelting fire.

  Veronica fondled his waistband, toying with the skin, scratching her fingers through his happy trail. Growing bolder, she unzipped his slacks until the firm length of his cock spilled into her hands. He growled into her mouth as she played with his member. He was so long and wide, her fingers couldn't circle his girth as she stroked him, sliding further south and caressing his balls. He'd always enjoyed having his testes massaged while she rubbed the length of his cock.

  Desire spiraled and blossomed. She wanted more, always more when it came to Hunter. He was more addictive than any drug. When her fingers encountered the drop of pre-cum seeping from the head of his cock, she moaned into his mouth with the sudden urge to taste him.

  She broke the kiss on a panting groan and slid to her knees between his legs, cupping him in her hands. He was just as big and full as she remembered. Licking her lips, she swiped her tongue across his cock head at the beads of pre-cum, humming at his delicious tang and watching his eyes darken with hunger.

  "Let me suck your cock, Sir."

  On a muffled groan, Hunter shoved his slacks off his hips so that they fell to his knees, granting her full unrestricted access, and nodded. He stripped the tattered remains of his dress shirt off and clenched his hands by his sides. Desire swamped her system, vibrating through her like she'd stuck her hand in an electric current. As her need to savor every ounce of him increased to a fevered pitch, she held his erection in her hand and guided him into her open and ravenous mouth. Her lips closed around him and drew his length inside. Hunter muffled a groan as she enveloped him. He stretched her lips almost painfully, he was so large; she swished her tongue in teasing strokes around the ruby head. She'd always loved the way he tasted, his salty musk flavor that was uniquely Hunter. Veronica sucked at his length, moving her mouth up and down his cock.

  It fueled her desire that he was all but letting her have her way with him. It heightened her arousal even more. Wetness seeped from her sex into her bikini bottoms. Her nipples throbbed into pebble points.

  She kept her eyes trained on his as she swallowed his length in near deep-throating strokes; his eyes were hooded and blazed with lust. As she suckled him, he drove his hips, thrusting his length fervently as his hunger intensified. His cock swelled and enlarged as she bobbed her head up and down.

  In a thrust that nearly hit the back of her throat, his cock jolted.

  "Ahhh, Roni," Hunter bellowed as a spurting hot stream of semen flooded her mouth. Reveling in his salty flavor, she swallowed his cum as he pumped his cock in her mouth until his climax was spent.

  He withdrew his length from her lips and hauled her to her feet. He kissed her, growling into her mouth as he tasted himself on her tongue. She returned his kiss with all the pent-up passion she'd held on to for ten years. His hands were at her bikini bra top, divesting her of the covering and freeing her breasts from the constraints. Her bottoms went the same way, shoved down her legs until they pooled at her feet, and then he removed his slacks the rest of the way off his legs until they were both nude.

  Then Hunter hoisted her into his arms, placing her into the one piece of equipment in the room: the sex sling. Every one of her nerve endings stood at attention. He positioned her so that her upper body was leaning back at a forty-five-degree angle, and secured her with a thick leather strap behind her, across her shoulder blades. There was another strap fitted across her lower back, and a third under her butt cheeks. Hunter affixed her wrist cuffs to the straps descending from the suspension bar and then spread her legs, fitting her feet into leather stirrups. By the time he had finished securing her in the swing, Veronica was reclining, completely suspended with her legs wide open, leaving her wholly at his mercy.

  Her sex fluttered, moisture seeping from her apex.

  Her thighs trembled, need coursed up and down her spine as he said, "Your safeword is red, Roni."

  Then he padded over to the armoire. She couldn't help but admire the way his back muscles rippled as he moved, nor the firm contours of his ass or his steely thighs and calves. Was it any wonder he'd been considered one of the sexiest men alive by countless magazines? He rifled through drawers and withdrew a few items. When he pivoted, giving her a full frontal view, the impact of his striking form smelted her core. Then he prowled back to the swing. Hunger engulfed his visage as he knelt between her spread thighs. At the sensual sight, one she'd dreamt about in the dark of night, she panted. Hunter wasted no time on formalities, running his fingers over her spread labia.

  "You always did have the prettiest pussy, Roni," he murmured as his mouth descended and latched onto her pussy. He sucked at her flesh like a hungry man who needed sustenance. He tongued her clit, swirling his tongue around the taut bud. It had been so long since anyone had touched her, Veronica was surprised she didn't instantly climax like a rocket launching itself into orbit. She was drawn to his gaze; his eyes glittered with a lasciviousness that stoked her internal fires to maddening heights. All the while, he ate her pussy with ferocity, stroking her clitoris over and around her nub, shooting sparks of electricity throughout her core. The man knew what he was about. She strained in the confines of the swing, wanting to thrust her hips and find surcease but he held her prisoner as his tongue lashed against her core with blistering flicks meant to drive her wild, and then followed them with leisurely languorous stro
kes, bent on torturing her with pleasure.

  And Veronica surrendered, gorging on the ecstasy he was doling out.

  Then one of his fingers slathered lube on her back entrance as he continued eating her pussy like she was a fine delicacy. He plunged his tongue inside her sex as he penetrated her anus with one of his fingers. The muscles in her back channel protested entry at first. Veronica willed herself to relax as he worked his finger inside her until he was able to thrust his finger in and out unimpeded.

  When he added a second digit, she whimpered, her eyes almost crossing at the incredible sensation, all while he slurped at her clit with delightful zeal. She whined when he withdrew his fingers from her ass, and then moaned at the feel of the silicone plug coated in more lube he inserted into her back hole. Veronica's mouth fell open and a series of mewls spilled forth. He'd chosen a mammoth butt plug that grew wider in a cone shape. Her muscles protested the larger intrusion. Pain radiated from her ass into her pussy as he thrust the plug in and out, stretching her channel to accommodate the large girth of the toy. He fucked her back channel with the plug until her muscles relaxed and began to clasp at it, greedily pulling it in further.

  Then Hunter bit down on her clit as the plug slid home, and her body spiraled into orgasm. Her pussy clamped, flooding with moisture as she trembled and quaked under his touch. Hunter stood, his erection, the full nine inches of him, grasped in his hand as he covered himself with a condom. Once his member was sheathed, he positioned himself between her thighs.

  She bit her lip at the sight of him holding his beautiful cock, then he rubbed the head through her drenched folds and she groaned. She was surprised she didn't come again just feeling him like this. On a growl, he rolled his hips and buried his length inside her in a single thrust. Veronica saw stars as pleasure burst inside her limbs. The plug made her pussy tighter and the snug fullness of his cock embedded inside her grasping heat, stretching her, was almost too much to bear. His hands gripped the tops of her legs as he thrust in languid strokes.