More than a Dare (Masters Club #4) Read Online Claire Thompson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Masters Club Series by Claire Thompson
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85125 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
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“Shh,” he said. “Don’t speak, Dahlia. Not without permission. You are my sub girl and will behave accordingly. Do you understand?”

He paused, holding his breath. If she resisted, so be it. Submission had to be given freely and willingly, or not at all.

She stared at him for a moment, her eyes that of a wild animal trying to decide whether to approach or flee. “Yes…Sir,” she finally replied.

He let out his breath, a small fist of triumph pumping inside him.

Taking her by the hand, he led her from the open foyer into the living room. “Here’s what’s going to happen now,” he informed her. “You’re going to strip out of your things and stand naked, feet shoulder-width apart, hands on top of your head.”

Color washed into her cheeks as she drew in a breath.

You can do it, he silently urged. Let yourself be the submissive I know you to be.

As if receiving the telepathic message, she gave a small nod. Opening her jacket, she let it fall from her shoulders. Bending down, she tugged off her boots and removed her socks. She unzipped her jeans and shimmied out of them, revealing lacy pink panties. Her dark green sweater brought out the sea-glass green in her beautiful hazel eyes.

Reaching for the hem of the sweater, she pulled it over her head. Giving him an almost flirtatious glance, she gave a sexy toss of her hair and dropped the sweater to the carpet.

Her round, high breasts were bare, the rosy nipples prominent. Her torso was long, her waist slender, her hips gently flared. As he drank in her delicate beauty, she brought her arms over her chest in a protective gesture.

He was both amused and charmed by her sudden shyness. But of course, that sort of behavior wouldn’t do. Putting a little steel in his tone, he directed, “Panties too. Then stand as directed, hands on your head. Now.”

Looking away from him, she hooked her fingers into her panties and dragged them down her shapely legs. She took in a breath, as if girding herself, then placed her hands on her head, lifted her chin and fixed him with a determined, almost defiant expression.

He let his gaze travel slowly over her body. She had a small tuft of dark blond pubic hair covering her sex. All pleasure subs at the club were shaved smooth. A sudden full-blown fantasy leaped into his brain—Dahlia tied, spread-eagle, on a bondage table in the main dungeon. A group of men stood around her, watching as Hayden stroked her soft skin with a razor until her sweet mons was silky smooth.

“You can look,” he would inform them. “But you can’t touch.”

Returning to the delicious moment at hand, he lowered himself onto the sofa. He was in full Dom mode now, and had to remind himself not to move too fast. Dahlia was like a skittish colt at this point in her exploration of her submissive potential. He would need to coax her forward as he built the trust between them.

“Tell me why you came here tonight,” he said, his eyes finally moving back to her face. He was pleased she remained in position, though she was clearly nervous. “Tell me what it is you want from me, not as a friend, but as your Dom. What do you fantasize about me doing to you when you masturbate?”

Her eyes widened with a startled look, as if he’d unearthed a secret. Another flush pinkened her cheeks. “I think about…” she began, her voice hoarse. She cleared her throat and began again. “I want…um.” She swallowed, her gaze skittering away as she mumbled something incoherent.

“Eyes on me,” he snapped. “And speak up. I didn’t catch what you just said.”

She brought her gaze back to him, that little chin again lifting with determination. She was everything he loved in a sub—shy but determined, with a fierce independent streak that begged to be tamed.

“I want to be spanked, Sir. Like before.”

Hayden’s balls tightened, his cock stiffening to steel. “Ask me properly.”

She swallowed visibly. “Please, Sir,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper now. “Please spank me.”

~*~

It was like he was inside her head, privy to her secrets. Even before their friendship had segued into something more, she’d felt known by Hayden in a way it was hard to describe. He got her on so many levels. Now that they had added D/s to their relationship, her sense of being known by him had intensified tenfold.

Even so, she could barely believe she’d just so brazenly asked for a spanking. As she tried not to fidget under his appraising gaze, she focused on his eyes, which were the deep blue of the ocean on a cloudless day.

In the past, she’d never quite trusted men who were too good-looking. They tended to be cocky and presumptive, assuming every woman was going to swoon at their feet.



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