Corruption (Club Corruption, 1) Read online

  They had that connection that only mates understood.

  He opened up the door and flicked on the light. There were no windows, and the room offered complete privacy.

  “Where are we?”

  “You’re safe. I promise, I’ll hurt you in only the ways you want me to hurt you. Nothing else.”

  She took a step into the room, biting her lip. Vic watched as she crossed her arms over her chest, looking around the space. Few a few seconds, she dropped her arms to her side and moved over to the items placed around the room. Her fingers ran over the spanking bench, touching the cuffs that would bind her in place. She didn’t stay in one position for long. His little stripper took in the whole of the room that he was going to use to give her hours of pleasure and pain.

  The moment she stopped at the instruments, he moved up behind her. He wrapped his fingers around her neck, tugging her roughly back against him.

  “What are you thinking?”

  “It’s a lot of, erm, leather and cuffs.” She sounded breathless. He wasn’t applying too much pressure to her neck, but she made it sound like he was. Vic gripped her a little tighter. With his other hand, he cupped her between the legs.

  “What do you want?”

  It took her a moment to answer, but he scented her desire. “I want you to hurt me. I don’t know why I want you to hurt me, but I need it.” She let out a little whimper.

  He spun her around, pressing her against her against the wall. Claiming her lips, he surrounded her, holding her close and captive, showing her submissive side that she didn’t need to be frightened.

  She didn’t fight him, not one little bit.

  Vic kissed down her neck, sucking on the flesh before biting down on her rapidly beating pulse.

  Forcing himself to take a step back, he watched her intently.

  Kitty rested against the wall. Her lips were red and bruised.

  “You can walk out of that door at any moment, but know that even if you do, I won’t stop until I have you.”

  “I don’t want to go.”

  “Then take your clothes off. I want you naked.”

  Kitty kept her gaze on his even as she started to remove her clothing. Vic didn’t break eye contact. There was going to be more than enough time for him to admire her beautiful body when she was strung up begging for his attention.

  When she was naked, he held his hand out, and she took it.

  “You don’t have to be nervous,” he said.

  “I’m completely naked and you’re not.”

  He tugged her against his body once more, sliding his fingers through her creamy slit. “You want me, Kitty.”

  “Why do you want me?”

  “Because you’re my mate…you’re mine.” He plundered her pussy with three fingers. She was already wet enough that it wouldn’t cause her any pain to take him within her. Vic wasn’t a small man. He was large, and his dick would hurt a woman who wasn’t prepared for him.

  Vic placed her over the spanking bench. “This is your last chance. I will let you go if you want me to by using your safe word.”

  “Safe word?”

  He stroked her back, admiring her body, her creamy flesh, and the plumpness of her ass. “It’s a word you use to stop me from touching you, continuing with this. It’s when you’re taken to your limit.” Vic doubted she’d ever need to use her safe word. “Tell me what you want your safe word to be.”

  “Red,” she said. “I want that to be my safe word.”

  “Red is your safe word, amber is my warning.”

  She nodded, and he ran his fingers up her back going down her arm. He locked her wrists in the cuffs so that she was secure.

  “Are you comfortable?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  “Do I need to call you Sir or something? I have no idea what I’m doing right now.”

  He chuckled. He confused her. Kitty wasn’t part wolf. She didn’t understand that her body recognized him, wanted him, and was waiting for him to claim her.

  “You’ve got a beautiful body. I can see why you’re a stripper. You’re the kind of woman a man wants to see, and have her tits swinging in front of his face.” The bench made it impossible for him to touch her tits and enjoy them. He’d have more than enough time to get his fill of her body.

  Standing behind her, Vic ran his hands across the curves of her ass. She really was a beautiful woman. Spreading her ass wide, he got a good look at the puckered hole of her ass, and her dripping cunt. Letting her go, he brought his hand up, and smacked it down on her ass, hard.

  The handprint he left behind was the thing of art, but there would be plenty more marks on her body once he was finished with her.

  Kitty screamed in pain at the single slap of his hand on her ass. It wasn’t too hard, but it startled her. The pain came a little after, shocking her to the core. The heat spread to her pussy, and she bit her lip in order to contain her need to ask him to make it hurt harder.

  You wanted this, now you’re getting it.

  She rested her head on the bench with her arms pressed over her head and restrained. The urge to move was strong, but she stayed in place, refusing to move.

  “I’m going to turn this ass a nice shade of red.”

  Whack.

  Whack.

  Whack.

  He brought his hands down on her, switching from one cheek to the other. The burn increased with each spank of his hand.

  Finally, on the fourth whack, Kitty screamed out. She just couldn’t keep her screams at bay.

  “When are you going to use tools?” she asked with a shaky breath, her eyesight filled with the toys scattered around the room. The bamboo cane the woman had been beaten with in the other room intrigued Kitty.

  “You’re a little pain virgin, sweet Kitty.” He slapped her thigh, and she moaned.

  Each slap brought her more pleasure and pain than any guy touching her sweetly ever had.

  “Harder,” she said.

  His slaps grew harder, and Kitty loved it. She tried to press against him, to make him get harder still.

  The need for pain had been something of an enigma to her. She didn’t understand it, but it was something she needed, wanted, desired, and yearned for.

  Vic stopped and moved to stand before her. He knelt in front of her so that she could see him clearly.

  “You’re a little pain slut.”

  “Why did you stop?” she asked. Tears suddenly filled her eyes and she didn’t understand it.

  “Because we haven’t come to any arrangement, Kitty.”

  “I’m yours. What more arrangement do you need?” she asked. He was the first man she’d found, or who’d found her, that understood her. Vic wasn’t treating her like some kind of freak…he was feeding her need. She needed this, it made no sense, and yet it did.

  He stood, walked over to a table that held a latched box, but when he blocked her view, the only thing she could hear was the sound of the latch opening and the wooden box creaking open. A few seconds passed and then he turned around and walked back toward her.

  “In order to be mine, you’ve got to wear this,” he said, producing a silver, diamond collar. It was beautiful, and she noticed the links holding the collar together were in the shape of a wolf. The jewelry was the most beautiful she’d ever seen.

  “What happens if I wear that?” she asked. Kitty wasn’t a fool. Something like that meant a hell of a lot more.

  “Wearing this means you become mine in all things. You stop stripping, you accept I’m your mate, that you belong to me, and that I own every inch of you.”

  “I won’t be shared with other men,” she said.

  “I’m not asking you to be shared with other men. I’m telling you that you’re going to be mine. Only mine.” He ran his fingers through her hair, gripping the length tightly.

  Kitty moaned, addicted already to his kind of pain.

  “What are you going to do, Kitty?”

  She stared into hi
s animalistic eyes and she fell for him. Vic, the mystery man who’d followed her home. It was insane, crazy, and totally stupid. She was chained up in a sex club at the mercy of a man she didn’t actually know.

  “I’m going to be yours,” she said. The moment she spoke the words, she didn’t have a single regret. This was the right thing to do. The only thing to do.

  She’d accepted him, and his wolf howled in approval. Vicious didn’t wait to give her what she needed, to give her what they both needed. He’d give her the pain she needed, the pain she didn’t know she’d wanted until he’d touched her. They were two halves of the same whole, and because they were mates, everything they did together would be heightened, that much more intensified and pleasure-filled.

  If she wanted pain, he’d give it to her, because her pain was his pleasure.

  He unrestrained her from the bench, but had her pressed to the wall across from him second later. For several seconds, all Vic did was stare at her, his mate, his female. She stood before him naked and looking so fucking beautiful. He was starving for her.

  “Don’t move.” Vic walked over to the table, smoothed his hand over the table that held the canes, the whips, and all the other implements he’d use from this point on to pleasure his woman. He grabbed the cane, knowing she’d showed interest in it when she’d been touching the toys.

  Walking back toward her, he set the cane down, admired her a bit longer, and knew this woman, this mate, would be it for him. Images of bringing the wooden cane down across her ass and the back of her thighs had his cock hard and throbbing. This room was set up for the things he liked to do sexually, and he was about to experience Elysium, that incredible, intense pleasure and happiness, with his mate. He wanted to kiss and lick at her flesh, feel the beat of that fear and anticipation under his tongue.

  Her ass was lush; the firm high globes had his cock jerking painfully behind his fly. Kitty looked so good pressed against the wall, waiting for him to pleasure her by giving her pain. Vic moved an inch to the right, and saw the side of her breast pressed against the wall. He moved closer to her.

  Above her was a pulley system, one that had a cord to place her just where he wanted her. He grabbed the cord, pulling it down, so that the pulley was lowered. He heard her quick gasp as she glanced up and saw what he was doing.

  “What is that? What do you plan on doing?” The shaky quality of her voice turned him on even more.

  “This will have you bound, stung up for me. And you’ll like it, Kitty,” he whispered. “You’ll like everything I have to give you because you’re my mate and crave it.” He took her hands and lifted them up so he could attach the leather cuffs around her wrists. The height made sure she was forced to rise up on her toes to keep her balance. Vic moved several steps back until he had an unobstructed view of the glorious scene in front of him, the scene that had him palming his cock through his pants, needing to taste her, touch her…claim her.

  Because she was on her toes, her entire body was stretched long, her curves on full display. Vic was going to run his tongue over every inch of her. “You move or speak without me specifically telling you to do just that, and I’ll punish you, Kitty,” he warned. “I’ll punish you so it doesn’t feel good, so that you know you were in the wrong.”

  “You’ll call me Sir, Master, or just Vic,” he said, answering her earlier question and moving closer. He picked up the cane off the table, tightened his fingers around it, and exhaled slowly, telling his wolf to stay calm. Vic pulled his arm back and brought the piece of bamboo forward. The sound of it hitting her flesh, followed by her gasp of pain, had him closing his eyes and groaning in pleasure. His wolf felt alive and free that he was doing this with his mate. The red welt instantly popped out along her creamy flesh, and he couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward and ran his thumb over it. It was raised, hot, erotic.

  He brought the cane down across her ass once more, and she cried out again. He moved to the side so he could see her face when he caned her, so he could see her pain and desire. He smoothed his hand over the marks, soothing her, whispering what a good girl she was being.

  “Tell me how it feels, Kitty,” he whispered.

  “It hurts,” she said and slowly opened her eyes, looking at him. “But the pain morphs into pleasure.

  He groaned in his own euphoric need.

  “I don’t know why I need this, why I want this from you, but I don’t want you to stop.” She said the last part so softly if he hadn’t been a shifter he might not have heard her. “I want more,” she said and kept her gaze on his.

  Vic would give her all she could take and then some. He brought the cane down along the back of her thighs, saw her rise on her toes, and knew she was feeling that sting especially hard right now. He gave her a moment to breathe through the pain, but he also knew she was aroused, and saw the way she clenched her thighs together.

  “I love the way your skin becomes red and raised. I love seeing my marks on you.” He moved closer to her and smoothed his hand across the lines along her ass and thighs. Vic’s tongue swelled, his mouth watered, and he knew he had to taste her.

  He got on his haunches, grabbed her cheeks, and pulled them apart. “Open your legs wider for me, baby. I want to see the pussy that belongs to me.” He curled his fingers into the flesh of her ass, loved that she was round, full. “That is such a good girl, such a good submissive.” The scent of her arousal slammed into him, and his wolf growled low, needed to have her. He stared at the sight of her slit, glistening with her cream, soaked because of him, because of what he’d given her. Vic leaned down and ran his tongue down her cleft, pressing the muscle to the tiny opening of her pussy, and suctioned his lips around her.

  Over and over he swirled it around her hole, licking and swallowing her juices, needing more…always needing more from her. They may have just met last night, but it didn’t matter. They were fated to meet, fated to be together. She was his mate, his destiny. They’d always have this desire for each other, this need for the other.

  Groaning against her slickened flesh, he pulled away, forcing himself to back off or he wouldn’t be able to stop. He liked how his little female kept her legs open for him, her cunt on display. Her ass was popped out, her back arched. “Tell me how much you liked the cane on your body.”

  “You know how much I liked it…Sir.”

  Yes, he did, but he liked hearing her say it, too. A cry left her when he brought the cane across the back of her leg again. “I asked you a question, and you’ll give me an answer.” Sweat beaded his brow as he continued to cane her repeatedly until she was crying so hard, her body shook.

  “It feels incredible. It hurts so much, but the pleasure is intense, mind-numbing.”

  He tossed the cane aside, took a step back, and just stared at her. Her entire ass and the back of her thighs were red, and he even saw some bruises starting to form. God, it was certainly a sight. The scent of her arousal was even more potent the longer he stared at her, the longer the seconds ticked by.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight you won’t be able to sit down without thinking of my cock in your cunt.”

  She gasped after his words sank in.

  Vic would claim every part of her tonight. She was bound, but he pulled her close to him, held her for several seconds, and smoothed his hands up and down her back. She couldn’t touch him in return, but she didn’t need to. He’d give her what she needed. “Do you want me to take every part of you tonight, Kitty?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  As he stared into her face, saw the way her pupils dilated from her desire, smelled the aroma of her arousal, his wolf started to break free. He’d never let her go; even if she ran, he’d chase her.

  He was close to the edge as it was, and the playtime was over.

  But he couldn’t wait, and he knew she couldn’t either. Right now, he’d take her this way.

  He took a moment to look at her. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby.” He moved away from h
er, just took in the sight of her body that was on display for him. He circled her again, feeling like the predator and she was the prey. But then again, he supposed that was the truth. He took in the sight of her ass, the way it was a glorious shade of red, with hints of purple and blue mixed in. Vic reached out and smoothed a hand along the curve of her spine, over her rear, and down her thighs. His nails were elongated into claws, his wolf right at the surface, ready to be released.

  He started touching her again, smoothing his hands down her back and ass, slipping his fingers through her soaked folds.

  She twitched when he touched her.

  Her pussy would be his tonight.

  He would own her tonight.

  Kitty was bound and there was no way to get free. She didn’t want to get away. He walked around her body, and his gaze moved up and down the length of her.

  She took a deep breath as he pressed the tip of his finger through her creamy slit. All of her senses exploded around her, inside her, and if it weren’t for the bonds he’d placed her in, she would have collapsed.

  “You look so good covered in red welts.”

  There were no words as he rubbed her clit slowly, achingly slowly. Each stroke of his fingers only served to make her more desperate for him.

  “Please,” she said, finally giving in and begging.

  “What do you beg me for?”

  “I need you, Vic. I need your mouth on me, your hands on me, and to be owned by you.”

  “You know how to please me.” He moved away and she whimpered at the loss of his touch.

  “Please,” she said, begging.

  Kitty moaned as he returned and pinched her clit. She opened her thighs, trying her hardest to get him to hold her just a little harder. Vic pulled his hand away and adjusted her so she was facing him. She watched him lick her cream from his fingers, and she moaned.