Kenzie’s close relationship with Dmitri was the only thing keeping her in the dungeon. From what Dmitri had told Porter, most Doms refused to play with her anymore, and even Club Sin Masters Sawyer and Miles had difficulty with her. A disrespectful submissive wasn’t fun, especially when a Dom felt that the sub wasn’t giving herself over to his mastery.
Porter had noticed something in her that he wondered if others missed. Signs of submission were evident with her body’s actions, and that was why he had taken his time studying her. Something he doubted that no one before him did. He’d always intended to play with her, eventually. The agreement just forced his hand to learn as much as he could about her in a short time.
While she often showed those beautiful submissive signs during an intense scene, he was seeing them now. That would be his sole focus with her for the next month, bringing those reactions forward and building trust so that she felt safe enough to let go with him. But he also believed these tender touches were annoying her, tampering with her self-control.
He tangled his fingers in her curls, loving the silkiness sliding along his hand. She came up to only his breastbone, making him feel entirely masculine. His hand was quite large next to her face, and he liked how tiny she was—the femininity she portrayed.
Her glare intensified as he slowly brushed his fingers over her lips. He ignored that response and continued brushing over her mouth. She snorted. “This is your plan, then—looking at me and touching my mouth?”
He didn’t reply.
Porter knew why she was getting snappier—Kenzie wasn’t in control. It became glaringly obvious she didn’t like it. Nor was she used to a Dom not giving her what she wanted. And what she’d become quite good at obtaining.
Tonight things would be on his terms, under his rules.
Soon she would discover that, and accept it.
Club Sin had certain rules and hard limits that were nonnegotiable: No fire play. No catheters or enemas. No breath play. No urination or defecation. No knives, needles, piercing, cutting, or blood. Porter had received Kenzie’s hard and soft limits from her Club Sin agreement. She had no soft limits, or play that would warrant caution, and that didn’t surprise him—she was a brave little thing and quite daring. Her hard limits of play were only that she received pleasure before pain and that she didn’t want aftercare with her Dom. But she did allow her Dom to sit near her while she rested alone on the couch.
Porter didn’t even pretend to understand the latter. Who didn’t want to be held? Though it only stirred curiosity about why she would make such a request. He had more questions than answers at the moment, but by the end of their time together tonight, he hoped to gain more clarity into her. And by the end of their month together, he would gain her full submission—of that he was sure.
Another minute passed before she huffed and folded her arms. “Great. The next month is going to be exciting if this is all you do.”
He chuckled.
She glared…again.
A few more minutes passed, and once her facial expression finally softened, he closed his fist in her hair and tugged her forward, not with the force she was used to, but intimately pressing her body against his. Holding her as passionately as he could, he dropped his mouth to hers. Her lips instantly parted, yet he lifted his mouth off hers and kissed her neck, feeling her tense beneath him. He tasted the salty sweat off her flesh and inhaled her fiery cinnamon scent. His cock twitched, ready to take her.
Once she relaxed in his hold, he returned his lips to hers. Her mouth beneath his was softer this time, but not indulgent enough for his liking. He ground his hard cock against her stomach and felt her rough breath across his face. Angling her head, he kissed his way to the other side of her neck, sometimes nibbling there, other times licking.
She moaned, and he heard her plea, so he brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her, not with the force of a Dom, but with the intimacy of a lover. Something he thought Kenzie needed to experience, since all she’d done was push everyone away from her. Her body became willing and she gave a moan filled with yearning. Now she followed his movements, not in a demanding way, but accepting. He grunted at how amazing she tasted, and he licked the outer part of her lip. She opened further for him, inviting him inside. Her tongue swirled with his, and his stomach clenched against the surge of desire.
Her kiss was perfection. Her mouth divine. Her taste delectable.
Holding her face in his hands, he sensed Kenzie completely relax in his arms. The submissive kissing him was not the typical Kenzie, and he wondered why a submissive who gave herself so completely in her kiss refused to do that at any other time. In fact, he’d wager that he’d never met this other side of her, the woman he now held. Not once had he ever seen her kiss anyone in this way—so passionate, so packed with emotion.
Surprised by her, he broke the kiss, wanting something he hadn’t expected—to demand more kisses from her. Her beauty was amplified after his kiss. She was a fireball of passion that seemed all too perfect under his hold. Her eyes fluttered open and softness rested in their depths, almost as if she was allowing him right into her soul. The intensity of it sucked the air from his lungs. The pull to her that soared through him was most unexpected.
She leaned in to his hand for a split second before she jerked away and snapped, “That is not how Doms kiss at Club Sin, with all that”—she glared at him—“you know what you did.”
Porter leaned down into her face, now wondering if accepting her as a submissive was the best decision he’d ever made. There was something between them—something real and raw. Intense chemistry that he didn’t recognize at first, not until his mouth touched hers. Not until he felt the real Kenzie, the woman beneath the tough armor. The soft submissive who’d handed him her soul in a single kiss. The perfection that wrapped him in a spell, making his muscles tighten and his eyes clear to the beauty before him.
She scowled. “Why did you kiss me like that?”
Locked in her heated stare, he was consumed by the woman who kissed him as if she’d dropped all barriers she’d put in place. Something shifted inside him, as he looked to her not as a casual submissive that he was hunting, but as a conquest his heart needed to explore.
He slid his finger over her perfect, pouty lips and grinned. “Because I wanted to.”
Chapter Two
What in the hell was that?
Kenzie’s world spun around her and there seemed to be no place to land. Porter’s kiss was not a kiss from a Dom. That was a kiss from a lover. A kiss that Kenzie had never experienced before in her life, and usually made sure to avoid. Porter, though, gave her no choice. Sure, some might think it was weird that she was twenty-five and had never been kissed so intimately, but that was her intention; she didn’t need or want this level of play.
During high school she had vanilla boyfriends, but even they were not as educated as Porter was in the ways of kissing. She couldn’t recall a single time she’d ever been kissed like that in her life—raw, passionate, purposeful; her knees wobbled.
His kiss was as deadly as it was dangerous. And uncalled for in the club.