Page 18 of Playing with Forever (Players Club Sinners #1)

Chase

A ndrea told me she felt like she was being watched, and suddenly my head was full of worst-case scenarios. One thought circled repeatedly in my mind, over and over: I can’t lose someone else.

The military warned us when we were recruited, I did want to give them credit for that.

Not right away, of course. First they sold us on how it would pay for our education, give us valuable skills that would ensure us quality civilian jobs for the rest of our lives, how we’d be heroes, how we would be proud of ourselves, how we could always hold our heads high knowing we had pushed ourselves to limits most people couldn’t even imagine, and conquered.

But later on, towards the end of Navy WARCOM training and right before we were shipped off for our first assignment, that’s when they warned us. You might not all make it. You will lose friends.

I didn’t think anyone could prepare you for just how close you would become with the people who served with you, the others in your unit that were a part of your daily lives.

‘Brotherhood,’ they called it, but that word didn’t really encompass everything that connection entailed.

I had a brother and I adored him even if I’d never let the little shit’s head swell by telling him.

I’d die for Austin. What I’d had with my WARCOM team…

it was something unquantifiable. A bond forged through shared hardships, loyalty, and absolute trust. It was knowing with absolute certainty that the person standing next to you would risk their lives for yours, and you’d do the same without hesitation.

So yes, they had warned us. But I didn’t think it was possible to really prepare someone enough . Especially not when those same fears spilled over into my civilian life and my job as a security specialist, as a man trained to protect clients who were purposefully targeted.

Andrea’s words made every possible bad scenario flash through my mind, of how things could change on a dime when a possible threat wasn’t taken seriously.

The thought of something bad happening to her ramped up my anxiety in ways that shocked me, when I was far more level-headed with the clients I was hired to protect.

I can’t lose someone else. I can’t lose someone else. I can’t lose someone else. The words cycled through my head like a mantra, and she thought she could be a brat about my worry? My genuine concern? She was about to learn otherwise.

Andrea wisely remained quiet as I checked us in and led her up to one of the private rooms I’d secured for the night.

Most of the time I tried to get a private room, but with other women, if I ended up playing with them in an open area, I never cared.

But with Andrea, I was possessive and territorial…

I wasn’t about to let anyone see her like this but me.

“Strip,” I ordered once the door closed behind us, my tone sharp and uncompromising.

As if sensing how tautly wound I was, she didn’t fight back.

No snarky remarks. She did as she was told, quickly removing her sexy little dress and then the red, lacy, barely there lingerie she wore beneath.

If I was in a better mood I would have stopped her, would have taken the time to appreciate the way those scraps of scarlet fabric looked against her pale complexion, how the sheer panties gave me a teasing glimpse of her pussy and the push up bra framed her perfect breasts.

As soon as she was completely nude, she walked toward the bed.

I intercepted her before she could settle herself there, grabbing her arm and leading her to the St. Andrew’s Cross in the room.

She gave me a curious glance, but again, she didn’t balk or resist as I quietly and efficiently secured her wrists and ankles against the wooden planks so that she was restrained and standing spread-eagle, locked into position, unable to move.

Naked and vulnerable and breathtakingly gorgeous.

I tucked a finger beneath her chin and tipped her head back, forcing her to look at my face and see the displeasure etched there. “You have no idea the control I have over you,” I growled furiously. “But you’re about to find out. You’re going to learn to obey .”

Andrea’s breath came quick and fast, her eyes wide as she stared at me, but not in fear.

No, her complexion was already flushed with arousal, her nipples as hard as pebbles, and I had no doubt if I slid my hand between her thighs she’d already be soaked.

I ran my fingers down the side of her neck, feeling her tremble.

Christ. Just seeing her like this got me so unbelievably hard.

I wanted to take out my stiff cock and stuff her so goddamn full that she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe without feeling me everywhere .

I wanted to impale her to the hilt, hear her scream my name as I drove inside her body like a goddamn madman.

On any other day I might have done just that.

Maybe gagged and blindfolded her, put some noise cancelling headphones over her ears so that all she could sense, all she could feel, was my fat cock and blunt piercings wreaking havoc inside that pretty pussy.

But not tonight. I exhaled a deep breath and made myself tamp down those baser desires. This wasn’t about instant gratification. This was about teaching her a goddamn lesson.

I grabbed a bullet vibrator and set it up to rest directly against her clit, strapping it onto her thigh to hold it in place. Using the remote control, I turned it on just low enough to tease and torment and edge her, but not nearly high enough to make her orgasm.

Andrea’s eyelids immediately fluttered. “S-sir…”

I was pretty sure she knew immediately that she wasn’t going to come anytime soon.

I watched her for a minute as she attempted to grind her hips against the smooth head of the vibrator, small little movements, her gaze growing heavy-lidded and hazy.

Her mouth hung open, tiny noises emerging from the back of her throat.

Dark desires rose up inside me, and I grabbed a leather flogger and went to work on her body, ignoring her shocked cries as I snapped the leather strands against her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, marking her pale skin with bright red stripes.

I didn’t go easy. There was no soft, gradual build up like last time.

My ministrations were not gentle or even tempered as I wielded the flogger like a whip, each strike a painful punishment I wanted her to feel to the depths of her soul.

She gasped as each blow landed, her head rolling back on her shoulders as she struggled against the snap of leather and the tease of that vibrator against her clit.

My dick throbbed as I watched all those beautiful pink welts rise up on her skin, as I flicked my wrist and continued delivering each sharp, stinging sensation, again and again.

Smack, smack, smack.

To be honest, I expected her to protest. Or even use her safeword to end the pain I was inflicting.

Instead, Andrea just…surrendered. Submitted to me and my dominance and control over her mind and her body.

She moaned and whimpered, her flushed expression delirious with pleasure, and I realized that she was in subspace.

She was completely mine, letting me do what I wanted to her body, what I needed to make me whole.

The sound of leather slapping against her skin was rhythmic, almost hypnotic, releasing my own anxiety with each strike, calming me and clearing that dark, awful fear that had lodged in my chest, until I was no longer staring down the end of a long, black tunnel.

Until I felt like I could breathe normally again.

I set the flogger aside. Andrea’s body was trembling, her gaze completely unfocused, her breathing slow and deep. She looked fucking gorgeous strapped to the cross, completely restrained, her body a canvas that she’d let me use to assuage my own turbulent emotions and compulsion for control.

She deserved to be rewarded for her patience, for her strength, for giving me, her dom, exactly what I’d so desperately needed.

Because she’d known, based on that conversation we’d had that night at my place.

She’d listened, and understood, and I couldn’t truly recall when, if ever, a session like this had ever been so cathartic for me .

It was a revelation that made my head spin.

I pick up the vibrator’s remote control, turning it up a notch. Andrea jolted and moaned, loudly, her gaze clearing as the device buzzed against her clit.

“Do you want to come?” I murmured.

It took her a moment to respond, and to my shock, she shook her head.

“No?” I could see her pussy clenching and dripping, her inner thighs coated with slick arousal. I had no doubt she wanted to come very, very badly.

“I want…what you want, sir,” Andrea slurred. “I’m yours, to do with as you please.”

Her complete acquiescence pleased me. “Yes, you’re fucking mine . I control you,” I said, wanting to make my point about who was in charge. Who made the rules in this relationship, however temporary, and that she would obey them.

“Yes,” Andrea agreed. She looked up into my eyes, her gaze locking on mine. “I’m—I’m yours, you control me.”

“Say it again.”

“You control me,” she moaned, her body arching against the vibrator.

I turned the device off and removed it, and Andrea sobbed, clearly wanting an orgasm more than she was willing to admit. No worries there…I just planned to make sure it happened as she was coming all over my cock, while I was balls deep inside her pussy.

I pushed a lever and tilted the cross so that she lay horizontally, now at the perfect angle for me to fuck her, even with her still restrained.

I pulled my stiff cock out of my slacks, realizing to my shock that I’d leaked all through my underwear and onto the fabric.

I hadn’t even noticed, I’d been that deep in my own dom subspace.