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  They talked basics for a few more minutes, with Ronnie deciding to stick with the club’s stoplight system as her safeword. Clean health checks were shown, and Ronnie assured Ian she was on birth control. Then they went over the list of hard limits from her file. No changes there, yet. Although Ian was pretty sure from what he’d already seen of Ronnie, that some of the soft ones would disappear fairly quickly.

  After a few more minutes of general conversation and Eden checking in with Ronnie, she rose to leave. Ian stood, too, and Eden gave them both a hug, whispering something in Ronnie’s ear that made her blush and giggle, then Eden sashayed off, swinging her leather-clad hips and finally leaving them alone together.

  Ronnie turned to Ian when they were alone again and raised her hands. “Woo-hoo. Time to play!”

  He laughed and gave her a quick hug before dropping back down into the chair and pulling her onto his lap. Wow, it was so weird to feel all girly on his lap, and so fucking turned on at the same time. It was different from the dark intensity of their previous interactions, but just as sexy.

  What she loved even more than the feeling of closeness he’d created so easily was that they didn’t talk. He held her, one arm around her waist and the other across her legs, and they people watched as the club filled up, without feeling the need to fill the silence.

  Several of the members nodded or waved as they walked by, but only once did he wave someone over to introduce them.

  Beth was a pretty brunette with bright green eyes and an open smile. She also had the exact type of body that made men highly aware she was a woman, with curves all over, and breasts spilling out of a tightly tied corset.

  “Solo tonight?” Ian asked.

  “Just making myself scarce while they plan something. It’s my birthday this week so Mark has asked Daren to do something special. They’re over there plotting.” She gave a mock shiver and grinned. “I love it when they plot together.”

  “Happy birthday.”

  A mental snapshot flashed in Ronnie’s mind of the curvy brunette wrapped tight in bright green rope and sandwiched between two tall men. “Wait, I saw you guys last night,” she blurted out. “You have two doms, right? A blond and a brunette.”

  Beth laughed, her breasts bouncing over the top of her corset. “One husband and one Dom. My husband, Mark, isn’t really into kink. But bondage totally gets me off and he loves me, so he indulges me.”

  “Mark is good with basic bondage, but Darren is a top-notch rigger,” Ian explained. “Sometimes Mark helps out when Darren is working Beth, but usually he’s just there for Beth, watching and sharing the experience.”

  “Then reaping the benefits of a horny bondage bunny afterward,” Beth said with a giggle.

  “Bondage Bunny Beth!” Ronnie blurted.

  The others laughed as heat crept up Ronnie’s cheeks. This is why she never really got along with women. Her mouth ran away with her and someone would get all insulted. Only Beth wasn’t insulted. She seemed totally cool with it. Even pleased, and Ronnie liked her even more for it.

  After that she sat quietly while Ian and Beth talked. Ian’s hand rubbed up and down Ronnie’s thigh, inching under her skirt and spreading her legs a bit more. She squirmed a bit, but stilled when he pinched her lightly in warning. He hadn’t even looked at her.

  Beth’s glance fell to Ian’s hand and she winked at Ronnie, reminding her that they were in a damn kink club. There really was no need to be shy. She relaxed, wiggled again, this time deliberately pressing her ass against the erection beneath her. Ian didn’t pinch her this time. He simply turned he is head and gave her a look. The same one she’d seen when he’d grabbed her hair and pulled her off his cock that morning.

  She licked her lips, thrilling at the way his gaze dropped to them.

  “Looks like we’re just in time.”

  Ian rubbed her back before focusing on the newcomer. “Hi, Mark, Darren. How are you both?”

  Ronnie’s mind went back to pondering the three of them.

  A husband and a Dom had seemed like it might be a lot of work, but when Ronnie got a look at them all together, she decided not so much. Beth’s face lit up, and the two men seemed totally comfortable with each other as one of them guided her up out of the chair, and the other wrapped an arm around her. When they left, the curvy little brunette walked between the men, and Ronnie wondered if Ian ever really would let another man top her.

  “Have you ever had a threesome, Ronnie?”

  She shook her head slowly. Was he a freaking mind reader?

  “Would you like to?”

  Her blood heated. “I’ve fantasized about being the center of attention with two men almost as much as I have of being strapped to a Saint Andrews cross and teased, tortured, and fucked.”

  His gaze fired up. “Maybe you’ll get something special for your birthday.”

  Ronnie bit her lip. Oh, yeah. He wasn’t totally against the idea of sharing her.

  His hand lifted and he stroked a thumb over her bottom lip. “Don’t bite.”

  Her tongue darted out to taste him. When he didn’t pull away she leaned forward, sucking his thumb into her mouth.

  “You really do have a bit of oral fixation, don’t you?”

  She slid her mouth up and down his thumb with a hum of pleasure.

  “Enough.”

  He didn’t pull back, and she was so tempted to not stop, but she did. And when he smiled at her, she was glad she had. She snuggled against his chest, going back to people watching as she enjoyed the feeling of being in his arms.

  Conner come in about five minutes later and parked himself by the bar. A new member at Overwatch, like herself, he’d been in the same training class as her. They’d worked through a lot of the class exercises together, and he’d sort of been her date the night before.

  “Dreaming of that threesome?” Ian asked softly.

  “No.” She turned to him. “I feel bad for ditching him so easily last night.”

  “He’s a big boy. He can handle it.”

  Ronnie grinned, wiggling gently on the growing hardness beneath her ass. “You’re a pretty big boy, too. Can I handle it?”

  “If you are a good girl tonight, I’ll let you handle it all night and into tomorrow.”

  “Good girl, hmm?” Her blood heating, she reached into the small pouch purse slung across her body, and took out her phone. She held it so he could see it then turned the screen on. “As you can see, I have not been in my messages all day.”

  “Thank you,” he said. “Why don’t you read them now?”

  His warm hand stroked up her thigh, inching under the edge of her skirt again as she keyed into her phone and the message app. God, she was glad she’d worn a skirt. She was always going to wear skirts when she was with Ian. Which meant she had to go shopping for more skirts. Damn it. She hated shopping. But she really liked the way his thumb rubbed against the bare skin of her inner thigh as she started reading the messages from that morning.

  Ronnie: Yes, it was Ian. He’s amazing. Best lay ever. And tonight he’s going to tie me up and beat my ass red just for the fun of it.

  Scarlet: Who is this?

  Ronnie: It’s Ian. How did you know it wasn’t Ronnie?

  Scarlet: Why do you have her phone. Where is she? If you hurt her, it’s not the law you’ll have to worry about.

  Ronnie: I haven’t hurt her. She’s sitting right next to me, chewing on her bottom lip, and wondering what the hell I’m telling you.

  Scarlet: Why are you on her phone? And FYI, if you hadn’t said that about her chewing on that damn lip, I’d be sending a big bad biker to hunt you down right now.

  Ronnie: You tell me how you knew it wasn’t her, and I’ll tell you why I have her phone.

  Scarlet: She would never say He’s amazing, or Best lay ever.

  Ronnie: How do you know? Maybe I am the best she’s ever had.

  Scarlet: If she’s still with you right now, you might be. But saying that isn’t her style. Nor
mally I have to pry details out of her with a bottle of tequila.

  Scarlet: Will you give me details? :P

  Ronnie: I’ll tell you that I’m serious about her, and she knows it now.

  Scarlet: That’s all? *pout* But I’m out of town. I can’t pester her for details until tomorrow. Give the phone back to her.

  Ronnie: Nope. And don’t text her and bug her today. If she can manage to not read these all day, then I’ll give her a reward tonight, and you can pester her for details yourself tomorrow.

  Scarlet: You tell her I’ll be at her place tomorrow at 4 with Chinese in hand. She’d better be ready to spill!

  Ronnie: I’ll tell her. And I’ll take good care of her.

  Ronnie raised her head and looked at Ian. “Her uncle is a Hells Angel. She wasn’t kidding about sending a big, mean biker after you.”

  “Then it’s a good thing I convinced her you were safe.”

  She snorted. “No shit. I kinda like your pretty face the way it is, never mind the rest of you.” She ran a hand over his chest, twining her fingers into the dark hairs peeping out above his top button. “Was I good enough to get to play?”

  “Yes, I do think it’s time for your next training session.” He stood, putting her on her feet in front of him. He turned her toward the door and gave her a slap on the ass. “Let’s go.”

  Chapter Four

  When they got to her place, she wasn’t sure exactly what would happen. She’d expected them to do a scene at the club right after their negotiations, but instead Ian had pointed her toward the door and they’d left. She was about to ask why they were leaving when she remembered she’d given him all control whenever they were together, and bit her tongue. It was going to take some getting used to, but not knowing what was going to happen gave her a little thrill.

  Okay, a big thrill.

  She’d also enjoyed the way he’d guided her to his car, and opened the door for her, handing her into the seat and making sure she buckled up before he closed it. It should’ve felt overbearing, or like he was treating her like a child, but it didn’t. Instead, it made her all warm and soft inside.

  Now, as they entered her apartment, she stopped, standing still in the middle of her living room, anticipation making her belly quiver. Ian closed the door, and, after a quick look around the small space, he said simply, “Show me your bedroom.”

  She led him down the short hall, the heat of his gaze on the back of her legs making her add a little extra swing to her hips as she went.

  “This will do,” he said when he stopped near the end of her double bed. “Take your clothes off and present yourself for me.”

  Once she got her boots off, Ronnie made quick work of getting rid of the rest of her clothes. When she was completely naked, she moved in front of Ian and stood straight and tall.

  “Hands behind your head, and legs spread,” he directed softly. “I want to be able to see and touch all that you’re offering me.”

  As he moved forward, walking slowly around her body, telling her how every Dom had their own preferences as far as protocols went, something new happened. Her mind slowed, and she stopped thinking about what would come next or if he liked her small breasts, and she let herself sink into the energy he was putting out there.

  “You’re going to start learning my preferences now, and I’m going to learn a few of your body’s secrets. When I ask you to come to me, standing straight like that is fine. But when I say present yourself, I want you open so I can do this.” He stroked fingertips down her side, and she sucked in a breath, goose bumps rising on her skin instantly. “Ticklish?”

  “A little.”

  His hand moved down across her stomach and between her legs. “Or this,” he said as his fingers brushed lightly over the curls covering her sex.

  A shiver ripped through her, and he smiled. “You’re very responsive.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  His smile grew, and her insides heated some more. “Let’s see what else you like, shall we?”

  He ran his hands over her body, stroking her here, kissing her there, pinching her everywhere, sometimes soft, sometimes hard. It didn’t take him long to discover that she enjoyed having her breasts slapped, but not her ass.

  “Ouch!” she’d cried out, dropping her arms and swinging around to stare at him the first time he’d smacked her hard. When she realized what she’d done, she lifted her shoulders and smiled pretty, trying to be cute. “Oops?”

  His lips twitched. She saw! Then he took her wrists and placed them back on her head, bent her forward at the waist, and smacked her ass three times hard and fast until it burned. She bit her lip and moaned but didn’t move again. She liked the other touches way better.

  Ian smoothed his hand over her fiery cheeks then under to finger her dripping pussy. “Seems your body likes a little bit of pain, doesn’t it, my girl? Or is it the punishment factor you like?”

  When she didn’t answer right away, he pulled his fingers out and smacked her again.

  “I don’t know!” she said quickly. “I like some roughness, but I’ve never really been a fan of pain. Which is how that feels.”

  “And this? How does this feel?” he asked, pinching her right nipple between thumb and forefinger slowly. She moaned, arching her back but trying to not to lean toward him. “Good.”

  “Only good?” He let go of her wrists and got a hold of her other nipple.

  “Amazing, Sir.”

  “Tell me.”

  Ronnie struggled to form words to describe what she was feeling. “It’s like my nipples are the posts on a battery and you’re jump-starting my engine. Everything in me is focused right there, and when you squeeze, it all shoots to my–” He squeezed her nipples a little harder, and she went up on her tiptoes, words tumbling from her lips. “To my pussy! To my cunt! Lightning bolts from nipple to cunt.”

  Fire lit his eyes up, and he leaned down, slamming his mouth over top of hers. All of a sudden, the gentle teacher was gone, and a master was kissing her. His tongue thrust between her parted lips, taking, tasting, owning her as he sucked away all of her breath. Her knees melted along with her insides, and she let all of her weight go as his arms wrapped around her.

  She whimpered, wanting to writhe against him as the pressure built between her thighs. His erection pressed against her belly, but she wanted to feel it lower. She wanted to feel it hot and hard and naked, probing at her entrance.

  He pulled back, chuckling evilly as he began to unbutton his shirt. “Hands on the bed, ass to me.”

  “Yes, Sir!” she snapped out sassily, moving with an eagerness that should’ve been embarrassing, but wasn’t.

  She bent over the bed, but watched over her shoulder as he stripped naked and moved around behind her. Jesus, he moved well. Lean muscles shifting beneath the skin as he walked. Butt cheeks clenching and relaxing with each step. God, he had a nice ass. She really wanted to bite it.

  “Eyes forward,” he said, when he turned and saw her watching him. He moved behind her, and slid a hand up her spine to her neck. Gathering her hair up, he tugged, pulling back at the same time as he shifted forward, pressing her farther onto her hands with his body.

  Her fingers curled into the duvet cover. His cock was hot and hard against her sensitized backside. He shifted, and then his cock was rubbing against her swollen pussy. He moved, thrusting slow and steady between the folds of her sex but not entering her.

  “Ian, please.”

  The hand that had been on her back slid around her ribs and cupped a breast. “Please, what?” he asked as he pinched the nipple and pleasure zipped straight to her core.

  She shifted subtly, angling so his next slide would have him sliding right into her, but he pulled her hair, and she reared up, making her miss.

  “Ahhh,” she cried out.

  Pleasure and pride flowed through him at her desperate cry. “You get it when I want you to have it, not before.” Fuck, he loved torturing her. And, if the way her greedy
cunt clutched at his cock every time he slid past her entrance was any indication, she loved it, too.

  He continued to get to know her body’s responses, stroking her back, tickling her ribs, cupping her breasts. He hadn’t touched her clit once yet, and already she was whining and moaning. When he’d first smacked her ass and she’d reacted so strongly, he’d had a moment of doubt, but it quickly became clear, as he explored her more, that, while she might not have a masochistic streak, she certainly craved a firm hand.

  Which was exactly what he gave her.

  “Ian,” she panted.

  He noted the trembling that had begun in her legs and the way she pressed her hands deep into the bed to hide the shaking there.

  “That’s my girl,” he crooned, stroking his hand down over her belly. He pulled at the neatly trimmed curls there, his blood firing up at her gasp of pleasure. “Stop thinking and give in, Ronnie. Don’t fight the sensations. Let them seep deep into your blood and flow through your body. Trust me to hold you up as you sink deep into them. ”

  Reaching between her legs, he spread her slick lips wide and thrust deep into her core, pinching her clit between thumb and forefinger at the same time.

  She came apart instantly, her head falling forward as she moaned and her whole body shook in his arms. Her insides were still spasming around him when he guided her forward, laying her gently over the foot of the bed. Bracing himself over her, he brushed the hair away from her face and kissed her neck as he kept her body covered with his.

  When her breathing started to slow to normal, he began moving inside of her, her slick heat making it easy to go deep with each thrust. His chest brushed against her back, his thighs against hers, and he felt connected to her in every way.

  She sighed softly, arching her back for deeper penetration, and Ian groaned, picking up the pace as she rocked against him. “That’s it, baby. Open up for me.”