He also believed that this would be a turning point for Kenzie. She needed to feel this forgiveness from all the Doms she had insulted, and she needed to stop being seen as Club Sin’s brat. She also needed to show weakness in the club and trust that others would be there only for her. He hoped from this day on, that would happen.
He ran his hand over her hot bottom, feeling her quaking beneath his touch.
Mine.
He had no expectations for tonight, but he and the Club Sin Masters had made a plan. He’d asked another submissive to play along, and she had agreed. He’d also asked Master Aidan to watch Kenzie when she entered Club Sin to see her response. If she reacted with jealousy, that confirmed this wasn’t friendship between them. Though what he hadn’t expected was that Kenzie planned to change her hard limits on her own.
Apparently, Kenzie had already been one step ahead of him, and he wondered why that was. His gaze drifted to Cora sitting next to Aidan on the couch, and he noticed her wiping a tear from her eye. Deep in his gut, he suspected Cora had something to do with Kenzie changing her hard limits tonight, but at the moment his entire focus went to Kenzie.
He admired the lace corset and garter, with her ass looking perfect and available to him, and there was lightness in his chest. Rightness. Love happened in strange ways, he thought. Kenzie had been there right in front of him the entire time, and he hadn’t seen her, not until he’d touched her. Now that he knew where she belonged, at his side, he wouldn’t let another day pass when she wasn’t right there.
“This body is all
mine
now. No one touches you again.” He slapped her ass and she shrieked in pain, yet she trembled with the effects of pleasure, too. “Your soul is
mine.
Your heart is
mine.
Your submission is
mine.”
“Yours, sir,” she gasped.
He kept his hand on his back, showing her he was there with her, and he reached for the cane. With Kenzie already taken so high, he couldn’t slow the intensity of the scene. He had to take it one step further, so he moved in closer, running his hand between her thighs. His cock hardened as dampness brushed across his hand. He pumped his fingers inside her, not playing around, and giving her a release to shed the edge.
Within seconds, she arched against the bindings, her fists tightened and her head raised from hanging over the bench. Her musky scent tightened his groin as she gave the most beautiful quivering orgasm, her cum squirting against his hand. Though he wanted to give her
more,
and he wasn’t nearly done with her, not even close.
He slid his damp hand down her back, moving in behind her. She still gave him delightful tremors as he raised the cane and slapped her thigh. Her scream rang out through Club Sin and it pulled him in so tightly his entire focus zeroed in on her.
A thin line instantly formed on her thigh, and a smile rose to his face. Now she wore his markings. Now she deserved them. He ignored where he’d hit before, and the cane licked her other thigh, leaving a dark purple line. There was almost no sound, except the noises she made and the slap of the cane. The only scent he drew in belonged to Kenzie. The only focus he had was
her.
Now he began the dance between a Dom and a sub to show Kenzie just how high he could take her.
Subspace,
an altered psychological state much like a hypnotic state. Both pain and pleasure used together trigger endorphins taking a submissive on a euphoric journey, leaving them to experience a floating feeling. Where there was no room for anything else but sensation. Where Kenzie lost herself completely, fully being in his care to keep her safe and protect her.
The cane flicked wildly over her skin, and not until purple and red marks covered her bottom and thighs did he stop. She wasn’t screaming anymore, she was in a dreamlike state in which her pain tolerance had been increased. Her breathing was fine, and she gave him all the signs that she was still in a good place.
He wouldn’t stop now. He planned to take her even higher.
Behind her, he dropped his pants and his boxer briefs, then held his hard cock in his hand. With his free hand, he laced his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back.
Christ,
she was so stunning now. She wasn’t after a way to run and hide from pain but, instead, offered her submission to him freely.
In his hold, under his command, Kenzie was tamed.
Driven by passion and desire, he grabbed the butt plug off the tray next to him and lathered it in lube, as well as added some gel to her anus. Then he slowly pushed it deep inside her, and Kenzie moaned. He positioned his cock at her wet entrance and then pushed his hand down on her bottom, putting her body into the sensation of being completely controlled by
him.
Kenzie was
his.
He grasped her hair again to examine her and tilted her head a little, finding her eyes completely glazed over, so lost in subspace that it pulled him right into Domspace, making his body tingle from head to toe. His mind became attuned to her. He lost sight of all around him, feeling sensations with her, experiencing this moment right alongside her.
Pressing his hand against her bottom, he entered her with one fluid stroke and fucked her in no way he’d ever fucked any submissive. This was a statement. This was a declaration of his ownership. He branded her with his body, leaving no trace of any other man. She belonged to him in every sense of the word. She showed him things she’d never showed anyone. Now he laid that dominance on her body.
Mine.
Her tight heat squeezed him as the butt plug only made her inner walls strangle his cock. Skin slapped against skin as sweat from his forehead landed on her back. He figured the welts on her bottom were only reactivated by his pelvis banging against her sexy ass. Every thrust he made tightened her cunt a little more, until she became a vise against him, instantly accelerating his climax.
He didn’t bother asking her to request her orgasm. She was incapable of talking now, and he wasn’t sure he could, either. Instead, he grabbed her ass, pressing firmly against any of the welts there. In that very second, she was moaning deeply with her orgasm. Each convulsion she gave around him pulled at his release. Her liquid heat coating his cock made him want to blow right there, but he, again, wanted to give her
more.
When her cunt stopped convulsing around him, he withdrew, then pulled the butt plug out, placing it on a towel on the tray. He moistened his cock with lube and angled himself, instantly pushing through her tight knot. She trembled beneath him, and he groaned at how her body hugged his cock so firmly.
He thrust slower now, a little gentler, yet the effect was all the same, spiraling him into unknown pleasures. His cock disappeared into her ass, and he grunted, relishing in her beauty. How she allowed him to take her this way. There was no part of her body that he didn’t own tonight. No space inside her that now didn’t belong to him.
Her shuddering intensified, indicating to him that she likely hadn’t come down from orgasm yet, but in fact was now taken higher. As her screams of impending release rang out around him, his climax rose with little warning. Though he needed her to crash over the edge with him.
Fighting off his climax for only a second longer, he grabbed the zipper of clothespins, and in those blissful moments before his cum shot from his cock, he yanked them off. Her scream was different this time. More powerful. More honest. Glorious ecstasy. He blew in that very second, his cum spilling inside her with a statement all on its own. He was now so very deep inside her, where he planned to stay forever.
His muscles surged with power and he roared as he bucked and jerked, losing himself in the intensity. All his strain vanished. All the worry for her evaporated. The only thing remaining was a growing love for this woman.
By the time his cock stopped pulsing, he was drenched in sweat, as was she. He slowly pulled out of her, and she squeaked in protest as if she wanted him to stay right there. Of course, he wanted the same, but tonight had been intense enough for both of them. Feeling slightly dizzy, he cleaned his cock with the wet facecloth and also wiped her anus. Then he re-dressed and set to removing her from the ropes.
Once the last rope fell free, someone cleared their throat. He looked up, wiping the sweat off his brow. Only now did he remember he was in Club Sin, and he discovered every member was watching their scene. He noticed that Sawyer held a fuzzy blanket in his hand. Porter accepted it with a smile and then returned his focus to Kenzie, as she hung over the spanking bench, even though the ropes had been removed.
His markings remained on her bottom and thigh, as they would for a few days. She was perfect. Beautiful. She looked like
his
as he gathered her off the spanking bench into his arms and wrapped the blanket around her.
He wasted no time moving to the nearest couch. Ignoring everyone around him as he rested her on his lap, placing his chin on her head. Time passed, but he wasn’t sure how many minutes ticked by as they recovered. Though he noticed his skin had dried and his breath returned to normal, as did hers, telling him they’d been there a while.
When she moved against him, she winced, likely from his markings. Makeup ran down her face and her hair was in complete disarray. None of that mattered. She was beautiful Kenzie, and he was enraptured.
She gave him the same expression she did when she was reading. Peace and happiness shone in the depths of her eyes. “Hold me. Don’t let go” was all she whispered.
Elation stole every other emotion inside of him. He might have given much to Kenzie, but she had given him so much more. This sensation of experiencing something bigger than himself made him feel whole. He wasn’t a Dom to dominant women. He was the perfect Dom for
this
woman, and what he gave her made her happy.
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss upon her lips. “Kitten, from the moment I took you into my arms I never planned to let you go.”
One month had passed and Kenzie decided Cupid wasn’t so bad after all. Things with Porter were good.
Really good
. She had a boyfriend, and she still couldn’t believe it, but at the same time she didn’t question it, either. Things were moving slowly between them, though it seemed so natural that it didn’t matter. They spent their nights together and their weekends together, too. In fact, there wasn’t a day that they’d been apart.
What she liked most about being with Porter was that they lived in the here and now and never discussed her past. Until one night, while lying in the safety of his arms in bed, he asked what happened with her mother and sister, and she had told him all of it. Porter had stayed silent, only listening to her story, and then he held her until she went to sleep. After that night, Porter never mentioned it again, but he often asked about the happy times in her life. The happy moments with her mother, her sister, and Gran.
It made her remember more of those moments, too.
Porter drove along the tree-lined street, and she couldn’t help but twine her hands in her lap. In the past weeks Porter wanted to know everything about her, and that’s what drew them to the low-income housing near Spring Valley. Her throat tightened when she spotted the tiny white house on the corner lot. “It’s that one there.”
Porter pulled over to the curb and then cut the ignition, staring at the house before turning to her with a smile. “This is where you grew up?”
“Pretty, isn’t it?” Kenzie said with a snort.
Porter shrugged, giving the house a quick glance. “Your mom did what she could raising two girls on her own. I imagine that couldn’t have been easy.” He opened his car door and exited, and Kenzie quickly followed.
Over the past weeks he had a way of showing the bright side to a situation and that was helping Kenzie see the world in a different light. It helped her remember the good times when she was just a kid, living a happy life.
She stepped onto the sidewalk and noticed the tree in the backyard still had her and Joslyn’s swing. The rope had been changed and the seat was not the same, but she couldn’t help but smile, seeing it was still there. She hoped another kid had many wonderful memories of swinging on that tree.
The slight breeze brushed across her as Porter stepped in behind her, wrapping his arms around her. “That swing is special to you?”
She leaned against him, embracing his strong hold. “Many good memories happened there.”
His arms dropped and he immediately began approaching the front of the house. Taking a step forward to stop him, she called, “What are you doing?”
“Important things,” Porter replied, dodging her.
A second later, he reached the door and knocked. The door opened to an elderly woman wearing a flowered dress and apron. Kenzie saw them exchange words, but she couldn’t hear what was said. All she could do was stand there and frown at Porter, wondering what he was up to. Then she noticed the woman looked at Kenzie and smiled, giving a nod.
The door closed and then Porter returned to Kenzie, offering his hand. “Come.”
Her hand shook as she accepted his, but her trembling settled a bit as he led her into the backyard. The moment they reached the swing her heart fluttered. Porter grabbed the swing and said, “On you go, kitten.”
Unable to stop herself, she laughed, sitting down on the seat and gripping the rope. Porter gave her a giant push and the hot Vegas air brushed across her face, fluttering her hair. For a long time he stayed silent, and Kenzie’s soul warmed, feeling like that little girl she’d once been when Joslyn had pushed her.
When he finally broke the silence, his voice was soft. “I see why you like this. It’s oddly relaxing.”
Her stomach dipped as he pushed harder, sending her higher, then she looked back to him. Surprisingly, her thoughts went straight to having children and how incredible a father Porter would be. Images of him doing just this with his little girl flooded her mind. “Thanks for bringing me here.”
His smile stopped the world from moving. “I’m happy to experience it with you.”
She scanned over the backyard, remembering all the times they had picnics out here. Mom never had a lot of money, but Porter was right, she did her absolute best with the situation she’d been given. Kenzie wondered now if maybe Mom had met someone like Porter, things might have been different for them all.
Her mother had no one for a very long time. Not that Kenzie thought a woman needed a man, but somehow sharing one’s life with someone did make things easier. Definitely a lot less lonely. Mom must have felt so alone.
Emotion welled in her chest as Kenzie dragged her feet against the grass, coming to a stop. Tears formed in her eyes as Porter came in front of her, grabbing the swing and placing his legs around hers. She glanced around the backyard, suddenly struck with the realization that things weren’t really all that bad anymore. She had thought if she came back to the house that created so many haunting memories, she’d be destroyed, but that wasn’t the case…Only happiness existed now.
She angled her head back, regarding Porter’s eyes, which held a soul so kind and giving. So full of life. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re kind of perfect?”
His head dipped, his potent eyes reaching right down into the depths of her soul. “Someone just did.” He pressed his lips so gently against hers, then whispered across her mouth, “And
you
are the only someone that matters.”