BreakMeIn (17 page)

Despite his valiant struggle, his release overtook with him
a swift efficiency he didn’t expect, leaving his legs shaking and his hands
curled into fists against her hips as he struggled to gain control of his body.
The climax was too powerful of a force to resist and he plunged over the edge,
grunting and trailing off into incoherent babbling as he fucked hard into her.

“That’s it. There you go, baby. Let it all go.”

The calm and even tone of her voice punched him in the gut,
souring the warmth tingling through his body as the orgasm abated. How the fuck
did she manage to stay so poised and composed as she ripped him apart at the
seams?

Overcome with emotion, he gripped her shoulders, forcing her
to stand as he jerked out and spun her around. Shock registered in her
indifferent eyes a split second before his mouth fastened over hers. He held
nothing back as his tongue plunged into her mouth, taking the kiss from her
with raw, brutal strength so she would experience just a small sliver of the
power of the lust spinning through his body.

That she was responsible for creating.

Instead of scolding him for his actions, she cradled his
jaw. The gentle act offset some of his brutal kiss. Determined to feel her fly
apart in his arms, to give her the orgasm she wanted, he dropped his hand
between her legs, brushing his fingers against her bare pussy lips.

So fucking silky.

He nearly salivated at the thought of throwing her legs over
his shoulders so he could bury his face there, feel her sweetness against his
lips. He wanted her orgasm so badly. This was insane. She couldn’t possibly be
this
well put together. So unflappable. So…stoic.

So fucking controlled.

He started a slow pattern around her clit, teasing her as
much as she’d teased him. Breaking their gaze, he dropped his head to her
breast, stroking her erect nipple through the rough fabric of her shirt.

Her body arched against his, his flaccid cock stirring again
and already reaching for her thanks to the plug she’d shoved up inside him. The
heat of her pussy radiated against his hand, beckoning to him as he continued
to draw circles around the hard nub.

She whimpered against his lips.

The tender noise caused his heart to clench, melting away
some of his violence so he could think clearly. “For god’s sake, Elena, please
give me something. Anything. I am prepared to beg if necessary. But I need
something. Don’t keep purposefully holding back from me just to prove a fucking
point.”

Her hand closed around his wrist, stilling his motion. “That
isn’t how this is supposed to work.”

The monotone quality of her voice sunk his heart to his
stomach. “This? You planned
this
all along didn’t you? To bring me here,
tease me beyond comprehension so I’d turn into some rutting, snarling beast
incapable of anything but mindlessly fucking you in order to break me even
more. You set me up to fail.”

Her hand tightened around his wrist. “Yes.”

“You’ve proven your point to me time and time again over the
past few months, Elena. While I understand mind games are part of the
lifestyle, I thought we’d reached a point where they aren’t necessary anymore.”
He dragged his finger through her wetness, dipping the tip into her heat. “I
know you say you find pleasure in giving me pleasure, but why can’t I give you
pleasure in another way? Deliver it by my own hand?”

He spread her wide, tucking two fingers into her pussy. She
didn’t try to stop him and he noticed the split-second flash of desire that lit
her green eyes. She felt so good surrounding his flesh, he was hard-pressed to
even move his fingers. But he did, recognizing the softening of her features as
he started to move.

Encouraged, he quickened his pace, brushing off her hand so
he could work her flesh as he chose. Her ragged pants blew hot and fast against
his lips as he leaned closer, pressing his mouth against hers. When she
whimpered he slipped his tongue into her mouth, pushing his thumb against her
clit. Her muscles tightened then immediately released as though she’d realized
her body was starting to betray her.

“I can keep this up all night if that’s what it takes,
Elena. My arm isn’t going to get tired anytime soon.” He moved faster as if to
prove his point. “I guarantee you that.”

“I should say no to you. Order you to stop.”

Triumph surged through him. “But you can’t.”

“No. Fuck. You are so damn irresistible, Alex.” Her body
went lax in his arms, her back bowing as a long, drawn-out moan spilled from
her lips. “Yes. Oh god yes, that feels so damn good. Just there…” Her fingers
tightened against his shoulders as she clamped down on him. “Right…yes. Just
like that.”

He continued his movements, thrusting fast in and out of
her. She was so beautiful, being so open and bared to him. Groaning her name,
he crushed his mouth against hers. Her body went rigid for a split second, a
wail finally tearing from her throat as she clenched around him impossibly
harder as each second of her climax ripped through her. The intensity
shimmering in the air around them was mesmerizing.

Even as she continued to thrash in his arms he tunneled his
fingers into her, feeling her come apart against him, wanting more than just
the single orgasm. He wanted to fill her with more than just his fingers, but
he recognized what she’d given up in order to surrender to him this way.

And here he’d thought Elena didn’t have a breaking point.

He’d take what he could get for the moment.

“I could watch you come a thousand times more.” As he
pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat she shuddered one last time, his
arm around her waist taking most of her weight. As he turned her so he could
place her on the seat of the golf cart, he grazed his lips over her now-sweaty
forehead. She was so soft and feminine, her heated body lush and so lovely
against his. Now that he’d given her this he wanted to give her something else.

“Take me to the club.” Her eyes opened slowly, the first
telling shadows filtering through the lightness. She was already formulating
reasons to deny him. “I owe things to people there. To you. I think I know
enough, that I’m educated enough now, it’s time I followed through on accepting
the punishment I earned last year.” Her eyes flared with bright heat now. He’d
obviously hit some kind of nerve. “How about another wager?”

The moment of vulnerability she’d just shown, a
lightning-quick loss of control, evaporated. He watched her shake it off,
pulling herself back together to the patient, controlled Domme she was. “No.”

“We skip ahead to the last hole. I sink it in three and you
take me to club and allow me to pay my dues for my mistake.” It was a long shot
since the eighteenth hole was a par five and even the best players at the club
couldn’t find the hole in four. But he’d been practicing day and night and was
convinced he could pull off the eagle. “I’m trying to clean up the last pieces
I left trailing in my wake, this is one of those things. You know that as well
as I do.”

“And if I refuse?”

The condescending edge to her voice wasn’t enough to sway
him now that he knew she was just as breakable as he was. Damn if she wasn’t
worth the trouble. “I won’t mention the club again and I won’t question your
methods. I’ll graciously accept what you have to teach me without complaint. I
won’t ask you for a thing.”

Releasing her, he jerked off the condom, removed the ring
and plug, lifted his pants over his hips, fastened the row of buttons and bent
to retrieve his club. He hoisted her bag over his shoulder and walked away,
heading directly for the last tee.

She arrived a few minutes later, her clothes smoothed
perfectly into place and her composure still just as steely as before. Her
demeanor gave no hint to the frantic moment that had occurred on the green
minutes ago.

She stood there staring at him, the tension crackling in the
air between them. The silence was maddening.

“Maybe I was wrong.”

“About what?”

“Maybe this whole lifestyle isn’t for me after all. Maybe I
just like the
idea
of everything and not so much the
execution
.”
He stepped into her, pleased she didn’t step away. “You’re so used to toying
with submissives, both with their emotions and state of arousal, you thought
you could do the same thing with me. But you can’t. Back there I got through
your defenses and scared the shit out of you. It threw you off your game and
you don’t know what the hell to do now. You know as well as I do going to the
club is the right thing.”

“I do.” She heaved out a heavy sigh, rolling her shoulders.
“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

At least he’d gotten her to admit something. “You can’t
selectively choose with something like this. Something you know is so important
to me. I told you I didn’t want to be treated any differently yet that’s
exactly what you’re doing.”

She didn’t say anything as she set up her shot. Her club
connected with the ball with a loud thunk and when her ball sailed into a
thicket of trees behind a bunker, he knew he’d really gotten to her. It wasn’t
the kind of shot she couldn’t recover from, but it was enough she’d have to
work to get the ball around the tress in order to have a chance at the green.

Obviously annoyed she tossed down her club, selected another
one, slid back into the cart and took off down the path without waiting.
Pleased he’d put a knick in her armor he calmly set up his shot, landing the
ball neatly on the center of the fairway to the left of the sand. From his vantage
point, he watched her stalk across the grass with her iron clutched in her
hand. As he slowly made his way down to where his ball rested on the green he
watched her hit the ball with far more force than was necessary.

She was allowing her emotions to really show now. He grinned
at her loud swear when the ball knocked against a thick tree trunk and
ricocheted farther away from the green and into the woods. Somehow he didn’t
think her frustration was entirely caused by her inability to get the ball onto
the green.

A quick, easy hit placed his ball a few inches from the hole
and momentum carried it into the cup. By the time he looked up she was stalking
toward him. Fury tinted her cheeks pink, darkened her eyes to nearly black.

“Do you even understand what you’re asking?”

“Yes,” he said with utmost certainty. This was something he
knew he alone held the power to fix. This was something he could do for her and
feel as though he’d contributed to their fucked-up relationship instead of
taking so much from her.

“No. I don’t think you do.”

He calmly hefted her clubs onto his shoulder and slid the
one club she’d allowed him into an open spot. “While I don’t understand every
single nuance of this lifestyle I do understand the rules. I interfered when I
wasn’t supposed to. I let my emotions get the best of me. When it first
happened you said something about punishment. My guess is there is no
expiration date on when it is to be carried out. Am I close?”

“Remarkably.” She growled softly.

God, she was sexy as hell when she got this worked up. “So I
understand what I’m asking with complete and utter confidence. I need to do
this. You need to as well. I can’t see where you have much choice in the
matter.”

“Fine. Give me a few days. I’ll need to contact the owner
and grease the wheels again, so to speak. You aren’t the only one with a lot to
lose.”

A fact he was counting on.

Alex swallowed as the doorman led him through the door of
Element Twenty-Six. He understood the importance of the gesture as he now knew
and understood the rules of the club thanks to an email he’d received a few
days ago. The paperwork he’d been sent had been daunting, but he’d filled the
many forms and returned them without complaint. He wasn’t a member of the club,
but he had followed the proper protocols this time.

The atmosphere wasn’t the same as when he’d been in the club
last year. It seemed much more subdued with less of a crowd, including fewer
scenes. He imagined this was more in tune with how it operated on normal nights.

If normal even applied to a fetish club.

He scanned the open floor plan, dismissing anyone he saw who
wasn’t Elena.

Mistress.

Would he ever be able to use the formal title? He could
barely speak the word to himself let alone say it out loud. It sounded as
natural as his name, but something kept holding him back from allowing the word
to pass his lips. It was a level of respect he wanted to give her. He suspected
it had to do with her inability to return his feelings. With the wall of thick
concrete she kept tossing up between them whenever things appeared to be
drifting into territory she couldn’t handle.

He was still determined to crack her tough exterior.

Rocco nodded toward a seating area, gesturing for Alex to
join them before disappearing. He spotted Elena sitting with someone. Alex
couldn’t explain how he knew, but he sensed the man was a figure of importance
at the club. The air around him vibrated with authority. Most people walking
around gave the area a wide berth. Elena nodded at something the man said, her
gaze finally scanning the club as she listened attentively.

Their gazes collided with a force that nearly knocked Alex
off his feet.

Elena was different here. He couldn’t put his finger on why,
but he chalked it up to the fact he was so new to this type of atmosphere.
Command and power radiated from her even though she simply sat on the couch
talking.

In this moment he knew his choice to offer his apology was
correct.

Not to mention his guess that Elena needed this place,
needed to be here. Needed this kind of atmosphere occasionally to compliment
her room at Sanctuary. He didn’t fully understand the hows and whys, but he
hoped to someday. Just as he hoped to understand her more. Understand why she
couldn’t give him what he wanted the most.

Elena gestured him closer. “Come sit, Alex. This is Chaplin.
The owner of Element Twenty-Six.” The blond man offered his hand, which Alex
shook. His grip was strong and friendly, which was surprising given what Alex
guessed earlier. As Chaplin’s hand dropped away, his fingers brushed through
the long strands of hair on the woman kneeling next to his feet.

Alex blinked.

He hadn’t even noticed the woman until Chaplin had touched
her. For as much energy as was flowing through the atmosphere of the club this
woman appeared so serene and utterly at peace kneeling beside her Master.

Unclear about what his role here was, Alex started to kneel
much like Chaplin’s sub, but Elena waved him off. “Not necessary right now. Have
a seat on the couch beside me.”

Though Elena was keeping the playing field level between
them he still felt as though he should do something to acknowledge her as the
woman he chose to submit to. He just didn’t know what.

“Chaplin, this is Alex Conners.”

Chaplin offered him a warm smile. “I have to say. It’s nice
to finally meet the man responsible for the wonderful coffee I find myself
drinking every morning.”

“I’m flattered.”

“And I’m impressed. You’ve done very well.”

“It’s taken years of hard work and dedication.”

“So I’ve heard.”

The man’s steady gaze made Alex swallow. He wasn’t sure what
they were discussing now. Perfect Shot or his life. He wondered how much
Chaplin was aware of his past, how much Elena had shared about the obstacles
he’d faced especially in the past few years.

Her hand curled around his knee, squeezing gently. “I saved
Chaplin from the bowels of hell with his instant coffee and powdered nondairy
creamer.”

“Brave man.”

Chaplin swept his hair out of his face as he gave a deep
laugh. “Or stupid, as Elena claims. But yes, since she brought me a pound of
one of Perfect Shot’s custom blends I can never go back. What you’ve done is
admirable.”

Alex swallowed unsure of the meaning once again. “I had a
lot of help.”

“Yes, I know.” He brushed aside the submissive’s hair,
playing his fingers over the thick band of metal surrounding her neck as he
tilted her head down. Alex hadn’t even noticed she’d started to lift it.
“Patrick and I met a few years ago when he became a member of the club. He has
a wonderful head for business and the changes you two have made recently have
really drawn in more of the locals. Not to mention catering to the wave of
tourists.”

Chaplin leaned over, wrapped his hand around the sub’s chin
and jerked her face upward. Still maintaining an air of utter calm the Dom leaned
forward and placed his lips against the sub’s ear as he held her head in place.
The woman winced as he jerked her head back to make sure she stayed right where
he wanted her.

He spoke quietly, his voice barely a whisper in the noise of
the club. Far too soft for Alex to hear what was being said. He sat riveted,
watching as the woman’s body relaxed the tighter Chaplin’s hold seemed to grow.
Unlike the last time he was in the club he didn’t feel compelled to interfere.
He understood. Something he never thought he’d be able to say.

Chaplin’s fingers released the woman’s chin, dipping slowly
down her neck past her collar to the swell of her abundant breasts. Her
breathing hitched as his finger began to circle one of her pierced nipples even
as he continued to speak with her in hard, but hushed tones.

A quiet plea spilled from her lips as the tight bud
hardened.

Elena’s hand tightened on his knee again and he realized
he’d been holding his breath watching. He released the air, feeling the burning
in his lungs ease as he relaxed. He knew exactly what the sub was going through
this time. Understood the complicated nature of wanting to please even while
struggling to follow orders. The seductive nature of the dichotomy aroused him.

Chaplin’s hand dipped lower, trailing over trembling
muscles. His fingers splayed wide over her abdomen, his middle finger dipping
past the small triangle of her pubic hair. She parted her legs, offering more
of herself to her Master.

It was then Alex noticed a small electrical cord running
between the woman’s knees. Her body jerked as Chaplin touched her heat, drawing
a ragged wail from her throat. She was on the edge of an orgasm, ready to
explode at any moment. She simply needed Chaplin to say those magic words.

Alex knew she would have to keep waiting.

Chaplin suddenly sat back, releasing the woman from his
commanding grip. The submissive’s head fell so far forward, her hair surrounded
her face like a curtain as her body continued to shake from denial.

“If you’re ever looking to expand and need another partner,
silent—of course— please give me a call. I’m always on the lookout for a good
investment.”

Alex marveled at the sheer control Chaplin gave off. He sat
there casual and cool as though he hadn’t just nearly taken a submissive over
for a body-shattering orgasm. As though she didn’t sit trembling at his feet,
quiet whimpers coming from her as she struggled to follow his orders.

Elena squeezed his knee again.

Shit. “Yes, of course. We like how things are going right
now, but I don’t think either of us would turn down a good opportunity. I have
a few ideas about expanding should the shop next door ever decide to shutter.”

“Ever thought about opening a second location?”

“No. I’d rather concentrate on expanding the current
location, playing trial and error with things to suit our clientele. I’m sure
you can understand.”

“Yes. Of course. Elena, I hear we’re in for a treat this
evening. I look forward to it.” Chaplin rose, unfolding his tall, lean form
from the overstuffed chair. The sub at his feet pushed forward so she was on
her hands and knees. Without any acknowledgement of their presence she followed
Chaplin, crawling behind the man as he began to socialize with other members.

Elena’s breath brushed against his shoulder. “Heather is his
latest trainee. She’s come a long way from the wild, bratty submissive she was
when she first joined.”

“Does he train all the subs?”

“No. He usually only takes on the troublemakers. Says he
likes taming the wild out of them.”

“Quite an amazing thing to watch.”

“Yes. It is.” Her fingers skimmed over his chin, playing
lightly over his lips. “You had quite a different reaction to what you saw last
year.” Like Chaplin had done, she lowered her hand, dragging it over his arm as
she moved to his thigh. He inhaled sharply as her knuckle brushed against the
hard ridge of steel pushing against the front of his pants. “I’m proud of you.”

“You’ve taught me a great deal.”

She reached for a bag next to her foot, extracting two black
circles. “I thought you could use something you were accustomed to tonight.”

Still fighting the arousal weaving its way through his
system he held out his wrists and waited patiently while she buckled both in
place. His arousal grew as she checked the fit. Then his system went haywire when
she leaned over and pressed two soft kisses to each of the bands.

As she stood Alex took a moment to drink her in. She’d
chosen to wear dark purple tonight, perhaps in defiance to the white she’d worn
the night she’d been dismissed. To show them she wasn’t the same.

The catsuit hugged every single curve she had from head to
toe. Bright-yellow piping accentuated those curves, exaggerating the lines of
the cincher she’d tightened around her waist. Polished metal glinted as she
pushed off the couch, the lengthy heels of her boots appeared to have been
dipped in silver.

The eye-catching clothing selection certainly made her stand
out in a sea of black. He had no doubt all gazes had been on her since the
moment she’d walked back through the club doors. His certainly had.

Elena was a force to be reckoned with inside the walls of
Element Twenty-Six. And she had no trouble showing off—or accepting—her power.

“Appreciating the clothing again, I see.”

“Hell yes.”
Only one woman could make me this hard.

“Then I think I should be able to return the gesture.” She
handed him a small duffle bag. “Go change and then meet me center stage. Then
it will be my turn to ogle you.”

Once in the changing room he nearly choked when he opened
the bag. He’d expected the cock ring. Thanks to her, he’d found he actually
enjoyed the sensation of the metal wrapped around his dick.

The surprise, however, was the pile of leather. The dark,
supple strips were a statement unto themselves. What exactly had he agreed to
again? Once he walked through the changing-room doors, stepped on that stage,
they’d be front and center. All eyes focused on them with nowhere to hide. A
captive audience watching with intense interest.

Because of his transgression by interfering with a scene
last year he knew this was necessary. It was why he’d insisted on such a scene.
His way of asking for forgiveness from Elena and the rest of the members of the
club. He’d stepped on their turf. Caused a disturbance in their normally
controlled chaos.

And now he would do something that would help Elena
recapture a part of herself. The way she’d held herself when he’d first walked
in and saw her was a strong indicator it was necessary.

His angel needed her wings again.

Excited by the possibilities in front of him, he stripped and
stuffed his clothing into an empty bin. Familiar with how to use the ring he
slipped it into place then followed by sliding on the chaps. The material was
tighter than he expected, but not so tight he couldn’t move. Certainly not as
tight as the pants he’d worn for her before.

With his ass and cock exposed, he might as well have been
completely naked. Why had she even bothered to give him anything at all? As he
turned, he caught sight of himself in the mirror hanging on the wall.

What he saw stunned him.

Gone was the emaciated form that had confronted him a year
ago. The shadowed eyes. The heavy five o’clock shadow. The workouts he’d been
doing had given him muscle definition again. The newer, bolder version of Alex
Conners was healthy, happy and horny.

He turned, ready to walk through the doors and clean up this
last bit of his fucked-up past. Though it probably wasn’t true he felt as
though all eyes were on him as he stepped out into the club. Surprisingly he
wasn’t embarrassed by his state of undress and being surrounded by people.

Those same people were wearing just as little. Some even
less.

His gaze swept the club again, spotting Rick and Aimee
talking to Elena. Since their scene was the one he’d ruined by rudely
interrupting he was glad for their presence.

This night wouldn’t just be about Elena’s return.

This would be his atonement.

He paused mid-stride, a heaviness weighing his chest as he
spotted the staging area Elena had selected. A large machine-type device jutted
into the center of a network of metal that extended toward the ceiling in two
arcs. He was stunned by the sheer size of both, the mass of the metal
suspension frame overwhelming. Chrome shone in the blazing overhead lights,
dazzling the senses as well as the mind. The combination of such heavy metal
with the mechanics of the device flowed in a way he never would have thought
possible.