Dominate Me: A Devoured Club Novel Page 3

“I see the way you look at her. I’ve seen the way you are when you are around her. The feelings are starting to scare you, aren’t they? Come on, Dev, I know you. Just tell me.”

  Marcus was right. If anyone knew me as well as I knew myself it was him. Marcus, Lucas and I had met over ten years ago, when they were in London attending college. They knew about Taylor, and Kelsey. Hell, I introduced them to her.

  “A little. I might have slipped the girlfriend word the other night. But fuck, there is a part of me that wants to claim her - own her - and the other part is afraid that I’ll destroy her.”

  “I think we have all gone through that, Dev. Seriously, with Emma, I couldn’t stay away. I was so afraid that I would hurt her, like I did April. But instead, she’s helped me. Just think about it. You started this with her for a reason.”

  “I know.” I turned away and went back to reading the guest list I didn’t need to read. There was so much that I was afraid of -, feelings that I hadn’t dealt with since the other one. And honestly - the only reason that Kelsey would be calling is the other one. My mind raced at the thought of him. Aiden was the one person in this world besides Ally that was my kryptonite.

  “Devlin?” I hear a sweet voice ask. I turn to see Ally standing behind me. My heart lurches in my chest. The sight of her in a purple leather corset, black mini skirt, and knee-high boots sends my dick to attention and my mind racing. Her brunette hair was down and splayed across her shoulders. Without thinking, I pulled her to me, fusing my lips with hers, pouring every emotion coursing through my body into that kiss. Yeah…I was an idiot to doubt my feelings for her.

  “Pumpkin,” I whispered, breaking the kiss. There was no confusing the emotions that she stirred in me. None.

  “Wow! Not the welcome I expected. But hot damn.” She tried to infuse humor into the tension that seemed to build after I released her mouth.

  “I’m sorry. You know how hard that is for me to say. I want to prove how sorry I am, but I can’t right now. As soon as it dies down a little, I am taking you to my room to properly beg for forgiveness.”

  I could see her body flush at the thought. My cock was straining against my pants, and it took every bit of control and restraint I had to not take her up to my room and sink myself so deep into her that she’d be screaming my name.

  “I’ll be with Emma when you’re ready.” Her answer back was short. I pulled her to me again, forcing my tongue deep into her mouth, craving her taste.

  “Won’t be long.”

  Ally nodded and walked into the lounge that was to the left of the entrance area. I turned my attention back to the tasks at hand - as soon as the guest arrivals slowed down, I’d have Kieran take my place.

  Roughly an hour or so later, the flow of people had ceased. I took a look around the floor, and saw members playing, talking with one another, hanging out. The atmosphere at the club was one of relaxation. Members came to talk with others, to use the equipment, partake in scenes. The main group of regulars had been with the club since we’d opened it four years ago. Membership was at an all-time high, and the club was profitable. I radioed to Kieran to take over the front, and went in search of Ally.

  I found her sitting on one of the oversized chaises in the middle of the dungeon floor, seated next to Emma, and Lucas’s sub and fiancée, Chloe. The girls were chatting about nothing in particular; Emma’s ceremony next month, Chloe and Lucas’s wedding the month after that. Lucas and Marcus were monitoring the floor, and Sarah had the private rooms with Cole. I walked behind Ally, putting my lips to her ears.

  “Ready, pumpkin?” I saw her body shiver at the words. Of course she was ready. Ally never disappointed me. Since bringing her into this world a little over a month ago, she had blossomed - attempting and trying things many novices wouldn’t so quickly.

  “Yes, sir,” she answered, rising from the chaise. I linked our fingers together, and we made our way toward the stairs that led to the second floor and the private rooms. When we arrived at my room, I opened the door and ushered her inside, twirling her around so that her back was up against the door. My fingers trailed up her leg, pulling it around my waist as I lifted her off the ground. Ally wrapped her other leg around my waist, as her arms encircled my neck. My lips were on her shoulder, placing tiny bites across her silky flesh. My erection was rubbing between her thighs, causing slightly audible moans to escape her mouth.

  “The things you do to me, pumpkin. I am sorry for the past few days.” I ran my tongue up her neck and over her chin, taking her lower lip between my teeth. Crushing my lips on to hers, I forced my tongue into her wet mouth, imitating the fucking she was going to receive in a few moments.

  “Sir, I forgive you.” Baited breaths escaped as I continued to nip on her neck.

  Grabbing her ass, I pulled her away from the door and carried her over to the bed. The king-sized four poster was similar to the one in the guest room of my condo. Each post was outfitted with restraints. The canopy that I had installed over it had reinforced O-rings for rope work, and allowed for movement around the bed. The rest of the room was fairly simple. A St. Andrew’s cross off to one wall, a spanking bench in the corner next to the cross, an armoire filled with toys and implements - rope, lube, and anything else you could imagine - was on the left wall next to the door. A bathroom was off to the right. Lucas’s, Marcus’s and my rooms were the only ones outfitted the way they were.

  I pulled myself back enough off Ally to look at her eyes; they. They were dark with lust and passion that mirrored the same thoughts and feelings in me.

  “Oh, baby. I am going to make love to you tonight. Fuck the kink. I just need to be in you.” I felt Ally shudder under me. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing shorter. She tried to clench her legs together.

  “No, no, no, pumpkin. You will feel everything tonight. You will know how sorry I am. Do you understand?” I waited until I saw her nod. “Say it.”

  “Yes, sir. I understand.”

  “Good.” I repositioned myself between her thighs, keeping them spread with my own. Slowly, I trailed my fingers up her thighs, stopping at the hem of her skirt. Curling my fingers around the material, I shimmied the skirt over her hips and down her legs, moving to allow myself to properly remove it from her body. My hands ran back up the length of both legs again, caressing the area just below her apex, noticing she was without panties.

  “No panties? What a surprise. You learn quick, pumpkin.” I trailed my fingers over the top of her labia as I made my way up to her corset. Flipping her over, I unzipped the corset, letting it fall to the side of the bed. Running my hands up the sides of her chest, I pulled her up towards me, and let my hands take her breasts into them. Kneading and massaging the delicate mounds, flowing out of my hands.

  Ally pushed her ass back against me, grinding against my dick. I let go of her, pulling my shirt off over my head. Flipping her back onto her back, I spread her legs again, this time positioning my shoulders to keep her open. My face was inches from her core, and I could smell the musky odor of her arousal mixed with her vanilla bath wash. The smell was intoxicating as I kissed and nipped her inner thighs, leaving a trail of red marks straight to her pussy. My tongue lapped her from her anus up to her clit, flicking her sensitive bud. I heard a moan escape from her lips as her pelvis lifted to meet my mouth again.

  Bringing my hands around her hips, I pulled her closer to me, my mouth hovering over the wetness now seeping from her opening. I moved my tongue through her folds, tasting the salty sweetness that she was, sucking her clit into my mouth, biting it with my tongue. I continued to suck her pussy in and out of my mouth, my tongue flicking her clit on each release, and a quick bite before I pulled it back into my mouth. Ally’s body arched up as I thrust my tongue into her opening, letting the taste of her surround my taste buds. In and out my tongue pushed through her folds as her body coursed under me. My thumb fell into rhythm with my mouth as I fucked her with my tongue, her purring escaping her lips as I moved over the nub in a
circular fashion. I struggled to keep my breathing calm and controlled as I focused on her pleasure.

  I continued lapping Ally’s pussy and could feel her body tense as she exploded, her body jolting off the bed as I pulled the last wave of her orgasm out of her. As I removed my tongue and gently stroked her folds, Ally positioned herself into a sitting position, eagerly pulling at the waistband of my pants. I leant back, allowing her fingers to grasp the button of my pants, pushing it through its opening. Ally slowly pulled down the zipper, grazing her knuckles over my eagerness – the simple touch sending jolts of electricity to my dick, my breath quickening at the thought of her hands wrapped around its length.

  Ally tugged at my pants, pulling my boxers with them as my erection bobbed toward her, the tip slick. I shimmied out of my pants, kicking them across the room. I pushed back on to the pillows and Ally positioned herself between my thighs, taking my stiffness into her hand. My breath stopped at the initial grasp. As I fought to regain control, Ally began to stroke my rock-hard cock, pulling her mouth closer to it, allowing me to feel the warmth of her breath. Her silky tongue skillfully brushed across the engorged head, sending my nerves on end. The wetness of her mouth enclosed around me, her head moving up and down my length, her fingers kneading my swollen balls. Adrenaline filled my bloodstream and the thought of coming and not being inside of her when I did pulled me back.

  “Pumpkin, as much as I am enjoying you mouth on my cock, there is no way I am coming anywhere but your wet pussy.” I pulled my dick out of her mouth and flipped her onto her back, easing my way right in the middle of her thighs. Ally’s hands encircled my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. This wasn’t a sweet, sensual kiss. No, it was raw, hungry and intense, as our mouths crashed together, our tongues desperately seeking the warmth of the other.

  My throbbing cock reminded me of my need as I lined myself up with her opening, sinking into her slick entrance. The heat radiated from her to me as I moved slowly in and out of her tightness, her muscles gripping my dick. The lust built within my body, my breathing rapid and short. I looked into Ally’s eyes, hers filled with as much need as I knew my own were.

  “Fuck, pumpkin. Your pussy feels so damn good.” I couldn’t mistake the sighs that escaped through her parched lips, her eyes closed, head back, as my dick massaged her inner being. I bent my head down, searching out her erect nipple, pulling it into my mouth, sucking hard as I increased the speed of my thrusts. Ally’s body hardened as her pussy gripped me, her muscles constricted as her body convulsed under mine, pulling my orgasm from me. Every nerve in my body fired as the intense sensations ripped through my dick, sending my release deep into her. I eased out and collapsed next to her, pulling her close to me. I craved the contact of our skin - the warmth of her next to me. I knew I sounded like a god damn pussy, but she changed things in me that I could never put into words.

  “Apology accepted,” her sweet voice purred into the base of my neck. I laughed, and pulled her even tighter, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

  “You don’t say.”

  ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

  A week had passed from that night at the club, and although I had been busy, I still made more of an attempt to see Ally, or at least talk to her. I was sitting at the office when Marcus came in.

  “Hey, Dev.” He took the seat in front of my desk.

  “Hey, Marc. What can I do for you?” I turned my attention away from the email that was on my computer and looked at him.

  “Not much. Swung by to see what you were up too.” His voice was somewhat guarded - a different tone to that which he normally used.

  “Not much. Why?” I asked, lacing my fingers together as I stared at him. We had been friends for a long time, and I knew when something wasn’t right with him.

  “No reason, really.” He strummed his fingers on the desk.

  “Spill it, DiGiamico!” I stared directly at him.

  “Spill what? I can’t come see how my friend and business partner is doing?” His hands going up in the air, shoulders shrugging.

  “Fuck you, Marcus. What the fuck is going on?” My patience was getting short.

  “Kelsey called.” What?

  “Why the fuck would she call you?” The statement had my interest, as I wondered why on God’s green Earth she would call Marcus. I didn’t even know she had his number.

  “Because, genius, she’s been trying to get a hold of you. So tell me what the girl would want from you. We haven’t heard from her in well over five years now.” It was his turn to stare at me.

  “Honestly, Marc, I don’t know, and I have no intention of finding out. I left that world and life behind when I came here. There is no way I am going to let Lucas or you down. You know that.”

  “Dev, as sentimental as this might seem, you haven’t let us down. We are glad you are here. Fuck, man. It took a lot to get you here, sober and removed from that life. We know it, and you know it. So now what the hell could she need or want?” Marcus started to fish his phone out of his pocket. Placing it on the desk, he replayed her message.

  “Marcus, it’s Kelsey. Please get a message to Devlin for me. I need to speak with him urgently. He should know what it involves.” The British accent filled the room, sending my body on edge. Yeah, I had a good idea what it revolved around, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to get involved. If I returned to London, I didn’t know what could happen.

  “So, Dev, what’s this about?” Marcus put his phone back in his pocket and sat back in his chair.

  “Something I don’t want to face again, Marcus. I left London and vowed never to return. Whatever she needs, I am sure that her Daddy and his henchman can figure it out. I am not getting drawn back into anything.” I was adamant about what I said. Kelsey was a part of my past that I did not want resurfacing. Not her, not the memories, not what I’d done, and definitely not him.

  “Hey man, I understand. If you need to talk, let me know. Okay? I have to go meet Caleb, and get ready for Emma’s surprise tonight.”

  “Definitely, Marcus. See you tonight at the club.”

  Every time Marcus spoke her name, I could see his eyes light up. I was happy for my friend. I was happy that he was finally able to move on from the disaster his life had been after April’s death. Tonight was Emma’s birthday, and Marcus had prepared to surprise her with a party where he was proposing to her – didn’t hurt that his best friend and rock superstar, Caleb Cross, was performing either.

  I waited as Marcus left the office, and then pulled up Google to search out Kelsey and her father - making sure nothing specific came across. Hell, if I really wanted to know what was going on, I could have Kieran look into it, but honestly, I didn’t want to know. I’d divorced myself from that life years ago, and I intended it to stay that way.

  “Bloody hell,” I said under my breath, noticing one of Ashworth’s henchmen across the street from the café I was sitting in, waiting for the girl to arrive. This hiding out bullshit wasn’t working for me, but if I want to live, I needed to. I was sitting at a table, sweatshirt hood up and over my head, sunglasses on, to hide my appearance. Thank Jesus London was always cold, even at the end of April, otherwise it might look weird. I turned my head away, lowering it to the table, staring into my coffee. She fucking better get here soon. I pulled the sleeves of the sweatshirt down again, hiding the tattoos covering my arms.

  “Sweetness, you made it.” Her voice filled my ears as she sashayed into the seat in front of me. Dressed in a black pencil skirt and white blouse, her diva sunglasses filling her face, her signature red high-heeled shoes sticking out from under the table, Kelsey was not usually a person you messed with. Her father owned high-end hotels across the globe, and other ventures. Devon had worked for him prior to leaving; I, unfortunately, hadn’t had the same luck as he’d had, and ended up spending the last four years in an organization now bent on killing me.

  “Thanks for showing up late. You realize I have people trying to kill me?” I asked her with a
little annoyance in my voice.

  “Of course, mon cherie. Now let’s get down to business. What do you need?” She took her glasses off, motioned for the waitress, and then turned her attention back to me. Kelsey Thornton was gorgeous; a Megan Fox look-a-like.

  “I need a safe place to stay. I’ve been running from place to place lately. Did you call him?” I took a sip from my coffee and looked back at her.

  “He hasn’t returned my calls yet. I’m sure he will. Oh…by the way, he is going by Devlin these days. I can put you up in one of the hotels for a few days, under an alias of course, and I will work on getting him to answer. What did you do, anyway, to get yourself into this situation?” The waitress placed her cup of tea on the table and scurried off.

  “Look across the street. See the guy with the red cap and black jacket standing next to the pole?”

  Kelsey nodded.

  “He is one of Ashworth’s henchmen; ready to make me disappear.”

  “Yes, mon cherie, I get that, but again, what did you do to put yourself in this predicament?”

  “Let’s say I didn’t deliver a package that was supposed to be delivered.” I was hoping that she wouldn’t ask any more details - the person I needed to talk to about the situation - the only one that could help – wasn’t returning any calls.

  “Care to expand?” She finished her tea, pushing the cup to the edge of the table.

  “Not really. Too long of a story, and I really only want to explain it once.” I kept my eyes down, and away from her face, as I knew that if I looked at her, I'd end up spilling everything, and I didn't want her harmed.

  She nodded her head again, and the silence flanked the air around us. “You know I could just make you tell me, right?" Silence. "But I won't. Meet me at this hotel at two. I’ll have everything arranged for you - it's a room that I have on permanent reserve.”

  I took the piece of paper she slid to me and put it into my pocket. It was just about noon – and that meant I only had two hours to remain alive…