Dominate Me: A Devoured Club Novel (4 page)

“Ready, pumpkin?” I saw her body shiver at the words. Of course she was ready. Ally never disappointed me. Since bringing her into this world a little over a month ago, she had blossomed
- attempting and trying things many novices wouldn’t so quickly.

“Yes, sir
,” she answered, rising from the chaise. I linked our fingers together, and we made our way toward the stairs that led to the second floor and the private rooms. When we arrived at my room, I opened the door and ushered her inside, twirling her around so that her back was up against the door. My fingers trailed up her leg, pulling it around my waist as I lifted her off the ground. Ally wrapped her other leg around my waist, as her arms encircled my neck. My lips were on her shoulder, placing tiny bites across her silky flesh. My erection was rubbing between her thighs, causing slightly audible moans to escape her mouth.

“The things you do to me, pumpkin. I am sorry for the past few days.” I ran my tongue up her neck and over her chin, taking her lower lip between my teeth. Crushing my lips on to hers, I forced my tongue into her wet mouth, imitating the fucking she was going to receive in a few moments.

“Sir, I forgive you.” Baited breaths escaped as I continued to nip on her neck.

Grabbing her ass, I pulled her away from the door and
carried her over to the bed. The king-sized four poster was similar to the one in the guest room of my condo. Each post was outfitted with restraints. The canopy that I had installed over it had reinforced O-rings for rope work, and allowed for movement around the bed. The rest of the room was fairly simple. A St. Andrew’s cross off to one wall, a spanking bench in the corner next to the cross, an armoire filled with toys and implements - rope, lube, and anything else you could imagine - was on the left wall next to the door. A bathroom was off to the right. Lucas’s, Marcus’s and my rooms were the only ones outfitted the way they were.

I pulled myself back enou
gh off Ally to look at her eyes; they. They were dark with lust and passion that mirrored the same thoughts and feelings in me.

“Oh
, baby. I am going to make love to you tonight. Fuck the kink. I just need to be in you.” I felt Ally shudder under me. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing shorter. She tried to clench her legs together.

“No, no, no, pumpkin. You will feel everything tonight. You will know how sorry I am. Do you understand?” I waited
until I saw her nod. “Say it.”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Good.” I repositioned myself between her thighs, keeping them spread with my own. Slowly, I trailed my fingers up her thighs, stopping at the hem of her skirt. Curling my fingers around the material, I shimmied the skirt over her hips and down her legs, moving to allow myself to properly remove it from her body. My hands ran back up the length of both legs again, caressing the area just below her apex, noticing she was without panties.

“No panties? What a surprise. You learn quick, pumpkin.” I trailed my fingers over the top of her labia as I made my way up to her corset. Flipping her over, I unzipped the corset
, letting it fall to the side of the bed. Running my hands up the sides of her chest, I pulled her up towards me, and let my hands take her breasts into them. Kneading and massaging the delicate mounds, flowing out of my hands.

Ally pushed her ass back against me
, grinding against my dick. I let go of her, pulling my shirt off over my head. Flipping her back onto her back, I spread her legs again, this time positioning my shoulders to keep her open. My face was inches from her core, and I could smell the musky odor of her arousal mixed with her vanilla bath wash. The smell was intoxicating as I kissed and nipped her inner thighs, leaving a trail of red marks straight to her pussy. My tongue lapped her from her anus up to her clit, flicking her sensitive bud. I heard a moan escape from her lips as her pelvis lifted to meet my mouth again.

Bringing my hands around her hips, I pulled her closer to me, my mouth hovering over the wetness now seeping from her opening. I moved my tongue through her folds
, tasting the salty sweetness that she was, sucking her clit into my mouth, biting it with my tongue. I continued to suck her pussy in and out of my mouth, my tongue flicking her clit on each release, and a quick bite before I pulled it back into my mouth. Ally’s body arched up as I thrust my tongue into her opening, letting the taste of her surround my taste buds. In and out my tongue pushed through her folds as her body coursed under me. My thumb fell into rhythm with my mouth as I fucked her with my tongue, her purring escaping her lips as I moved over the nub in a circular fashion. I struggled to keep my breathing calm and controlled as I focused on her pleasure.

I continued lapping Ally’s pussy and could feel her body tense as she exploded, her body jolting off the bed as I pulled the last wave of her orgasm out of her. As I removed my tongue and gently stroked her folds, Ally positioned herself into a sitting positi
on, eagerly pulling at the waistband of my pants. I leant back, allowing her fingers to grasp the button of my pants, pushing it through its opening. Ally slowly pulled down the zipper, grazing her knuckles over my eagerness – the simple touch sending jolts of electricity to my dick, my breath quickening at the thought of her hands wrapped around its length.

Ally tugged at my pants, pulling my boxers with them as my erection bobbed toward her, the tip slick. I shimm
ied out of my pants, kicking them across the room. I pushed back on to the pillows and Ally positioned herself between my thighs, taking my stiffness into her hand. My breath stopped at the initial grasp. As I fought to regain control, Ally began to stroke my rock-hard cock, pulling her mouth closer to it, allowing me to feel the warmth of her breath. Her silky tongue skillfully brushed across the engorged head, sending my nerves on end. The wetness of her mouth enclosed around me, her head moving up and down my length, her fingers kneading my swollen balls. Adrenaline filled my bloodstream and the thought of coming and not being inside of her when I did pulled me back.

“Pumpkin, as much as I am enjoying you mouth on my cock, there is no way I am coming anywhere but your wet pussy.” I pulled my dick out of her mouth and flipped her onto her back
, easing my way right in the middle of her thighs. Ally’s hands encircled my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. This wasn’t a sweet, sensual kiss. No, it was raw, hungry and intense, as our mouths crashed together, our tongues desperately seeking the warmth of the other.

My throbbing cock reminded me of my need as I lined myself up with her opening, sinking into her slick entrance. The heat radiated from her to me as I moved slowly in and out of her tightness, her muscles gripping my dick. The lust built within my body, my breathing rapid and short
. I looked into Ally’s eyes, hers filled with as much need as I knew my own were.

“
Fuck, pumpkin. Your pussy feels so damn good.” I couldn’t mistake the sighs that escaped through her parched lips, her eyes closed, head back, as my dick massaged her inner being. I bent my head down, searching out her erect nipple, pulling it into my mouth, sucking hard as I increased the speed of my thrusts. Ally’s body hardened as her pussy gripped me, her muscles constricted as her body convulsed under mine, pulling my orgasm from me. Every nerve in my body fired as the intense sensations ripped through my dick, sending my release deep into her. I eased out and collapsed next to her, pulling her close to me. I craved the contact of our skin - the warmth of her next to me. I knew I sounded like a god damn pussy, but she changed things in me that I could never put into words.

“Apology accepted
,” her sweet voice purred into the base of my neck. I laughed, and pulled her even tighter, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“You don’t say.”

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

A week had passed from th
at night at the club, and although I had been busy, I still made more of an attempt to see Ally, or at least talk to her. I was sitting at the office when Marcus came in.

“Hey, Dev.” He took the seat in front of my desk.

“Hey, Marc. What can I do for you?” I turned my attention away from the email that was on my computer and looked at him.

“Not much. Swung by to see what you were up too
.” His voice was somewhat guarded - a different tone to that which he normally used.

“Not much
. Why?” I asked, lacing my fingers together as I stared at him. We had been friends for a long time, and I knew when something wasn’t right with him.

“No reason
, really.” He strummed his fingers on the desk.

“Spill it
,
DiGiamico
!” I stared directly at him.

“Spill what? I can’t come see how my friend and business partner is doing?” His hands going up in the air, shoulders shrugging.

“Fuck you, Marcus. What the fuck is going on?” My patience was getting short.

“Kelsey called.”
What?

“Why the fuck would she call you?” The statement had my interest
, as I wondered why on God’s green Earth she would call Marcus. I didn’t even know she had his number.

“Because
, genius, she’s been trying to get a hold of you. So tell me what the girl would want from you. We haven’t heard from her in well over five years now.” It was his turn to stare at me.

“Honestly, Marc, I don’t know
, and I have no intention of finding out. I left that world and life behind when I came here. There is no way I am going to let Lucas or you down. You know that.”

“Dev, as sentimental as this might seem, you haven’t let us down. We are glad you are here. Fuck
, man. It took a lot to get you here, sober and removed from that life. We know it, and you know it. So now what the hell could she need or want?” Marcus started to fish his phone out of his pocket. Placing it on the desk, he replayed her message.

“Marcus, it
’s Kelsey. Please get a message to Devlin for me. I need to speak with him urgently. He should know what it involves.”
The British accent filled the room, sending my body on edge. Yeah, I had a good idea what it revolved around, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to get involved. If I returned to London, I didn’t know what could happen.

“So, Dev, what’s this about?” Marcus put his phone back in his pocket and sat back in his chair.

“Something I don’t want to face again, Marcus. I left London and vowed never to return. Whatever she needs, I am sure that her Daddy and his henchman can figure it out. I am not getting drawn back into anything.” I was adamant about what I said. Kelsey was a part of my past that I did not want resurfacing. Not her, not the memories, not what I’d done, and definitely not him.

“Hey man, I understand. If you need to talk
, let me know. Okay? I have to go meet Caleb, and get ready for Emma’s surprise tonight.”

“Definitely, Marcus. See you tonight at the club.”

Every time Marcus spoke her name, I could see his eyes light up. I was happy for my friend. I was happy that he was finally able to move on from the disaster his life had been after April’s death. Tonight was Emma’s birthday, and Marcus had prepared to surprise her with a party where he was proposing to her – didn’t hurt that his best friend and rock superstar, Caleb Cross, was performing either.

I waited as Marcus left the office
, and then pulled up Google to search out Kelsey and her father - making sure nothing specific came across. Hell, if I really wanted to know what was going on, I could have Kieran look into it, but honestly, I didn’t want to know. I’d divorced myself from that life years ago, and I intended it to stay that way.

“Bloody hell,” I
said under my breath, noticing one of Ashworth’s henchmen across the street from the café I was sitting in, waiting for the girl to arrive. This hiding out bullshit wasn’t working for me, but if I want to live, I needed to. I was sitting at a table, sweatshirt hood up and over my head, sunglasses on, to hide my appearance. Thank Jesus London was always cold, even at the end of April, otherwise it might look weird. I turned my head away, lowering it to the table, staring into my coffee.
She fucking better get here soon.
I pulled the sleeves of the sweatshirt down again, hiding the tattoos covering my arms. 

“
Sweetness, you made it.” Her voice filled my ears as she sashayed into the seat in front of me. Dressed in a black pencil skirt and white blouse, her diva sunglasses filling her face, her signature red high-heeled shoes sticking out from under the table, Kelsey was not usually a person you messed with. Her father owned high-end hotels across the globe, and other ventures. Devon had worked for him prior to leaving; I, unfortunately, hadn’t had the same luck as he’d had, and ended up spending the last four years in an organization now bent on killing me.

“Thanks for showing up late. You realize I have people trying to kill me?” I asked her with a little annoyance in my voice.

“Of course, mon cherie. Now let’s get down to business. What do you need?” She took her glasses off, motioned for the waitress, and then turned her attention back to me. Kelsey Thornton was gorgeous; a Megan Fox look-a-like.

“I need a safe place to stay
. I’ve been running from place to place lately. Did you call him?” I took a sip from my coffee and looked back at her.

“He hasn’t returned my calls yet. I’m sure he will. Oh…by the way, he is going by Devlin these days. I can put you up in one of the hotels for a few days, under an alias of course
, and I will work on getting him to answer. What did you do, anyway, to get yourself into this situation?” The waitress placed her cup of tea on the table and scurried off.

“Look across the street. See the guy with the red cap and black jacket standing next to the pole?”

Kelsey nodded.

“He is one of Ashworth’s henchmen; ready to make me disappear.”

“Yes, mon cherie, I get that, but again, what did you do to put yourself in this predicament?”

“Let’s say I didn’t deliver a package that was supposed to be delivered.” I was hoping that she wouldn’t ask any
more details - the person I needed to talk to about the situation - the only one that could help – wasn’t returning any calls.

“Care to expand?” She finished her tea
, pushing the cup to the edge of the table.

“Not really. Too long of a story
, and I really only want to explain it once.” I kept my eyes down, and away from her face, as I knew that if I looked at her, I'd end up spilling everything, and I didn't want her harmed.

She nodded her head again
, and the silence flanked the air around us. “You know I could just make you tell me, right?" Silence. "But I won't. Meet me at this hotel at two. I’ll have everything arranged for you - it's a room that I have on permanent reserve.”

I took the piece of paper she slid to me and put it into my pocket. It was
just about noon – and that meant I only had two hours to remain alive…

Kelsey grabbed my hand and squeezed
. “I’ll get a hold of him. I promise. He might need to hear your voice though.”

“You know how hard it is that I asked you to call him in the first place. Please
, Kelsey, I’m not sure I could make the call myself.” I pulled my hand away and looked at the grout that lined the tiles of the table.

“I don’t know the full extent of what happened between you two, but I’m guessing it wasn’t to pleasant,
right?”

“He broke me. That’s all that needs to be said.” I looked away, glancing quickly across the street to see if the asshat was still perched on his post. That would be a positive.

What had happened between Devon or Devlin now, and me was something that I didn’t talk much about. That day, five years ago, was one of the worst in my life – well, with the exception of the predicament that I was in now. Devlin had come home and packed his bags, and left - without any explanation at the time - nothing. I still; didn’t fully understand what had caused him to leave so suddenly. I had heard rumors, but nothing concrete. He had been my life, and with one glance, he crushed everything that held me up, everything that we had built and fought for; even had Caroline left after he walked out.

“Hey, you in there?” Kelsey drummed her fingernails on the table attempting to
get my attention.

“Sorry
- slipped into some old memories.”

“I’ve got to go. Be there at two.” She pointed to my pocket and we said our goodbyes. I sat back down and ordered another cup of coffee, scrolling through the news on my phone
, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. I sat at the cafe for another half an hour or so, until a larger group of people left -, one I could blend into as they walked away. This dodging people bullshit was starting to wear on me. I hoped he would answer or respond soon - otherwise I might not make my twenty-ninth birthday.

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

I ran back to the place I had been hiding out at - a small room in the back of a bistro that a friend of a friend of a friend owned.
Yeah, that was a lot of friend of friends.
I was trying to keep as many people out of my situation as possible, only calling on those that I knew could help. I grabbed my duffle bag, and left a thank you note with some cash as a token of my gratitude. I glanced at my watch, and knew I had roughly thirty minutes to get to the hotel.  I jumped on the tube and headed toward the hotel. I made sure that I wasn’t being followed, and I wasn’t this time.

Kelsey was waiting in the lobby
, and escorted me to the check in desk and arranged for the room for me. Connor Thornton was my alias - her cousin from out-of-town. Not sure how believable that was, being her father was well known across the world, but I went with it. Kelsey and I took the lift up to the one of the floors that held the suites, and we entered a two-room suite that overlooked the Thames. The view was breathtaking, and reminded me of the apartment Devlin and I had shared years ago.

“Alright. I put another call into him
, and got his voicemail. I also called him at the club, leaving another message with Marcus. You said to be careful of what I said, so I kept it short and sweet.” She sat in one of the oversized chairs that were placed in the sitting room of the suite.

“Thanks. I’m not sure how I could repay you.”

“You could give me a few more mind-blowing orgasms, but right now I'll settle for you to stay alive.” Her voice was laced with a concern that I hadn’t heard before.

“I’m trying to, Kelsey. I really am
,” I said, sliding into the chair next to her.

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me about it?” She gave me a dominat
ing stare - one that I quickly looked away from, as I knew I would break.

“Nope.”

“Okay. I’ll be back later. I have to go check on a few things, and get a few more in order. You good?”

“I’m fine. Promise.”

She nodded and stood up, heading towards the door. “I’ll be back later. Stay here.”

My turn to nod as I watched her leave. I decided to take a shower and a nap. It had been a while since I
’d felt safe enough to sleep, a good sleep that is. I drew all the curtains before heading into the bathroom. The beige coloring was sleek and stylish, yet upscale.

The bathroom was three times the size of the room I had just left
, and had a stand up shower, double skin, Jacuzzi tub, and two toilets. I turned on the water and let the steam fill the room as I got undressed and shaved my face. I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror - I had lost some weight; it was noticeable in my face. The tattoos that covered my arms were memories of everything that I’d held dear to me at one point in my life. My eyes zeroed in on the tiny set of initials that were wrapped by a Celtic cross. DW. I’d had them tattooed on me when we’d moved in together.

I shook the memories from my mind and stepped into the shower
, standing directly under the hot stream of water. I stood like that for God knows how long, letting the heat soak into my muscles, washing away the stress of the last few weeks. The warmth felt good, the pulsating of the water on my back let me slip away - relax.

A little while later
, I stepped out of the shower and dried off, making my way back to the bedroom area. I quickly checked the door in the main area of the suite, and added the additional lock - Kelsey probably would freak out on me later for it - but added security was needed. I walked back to the bedroom and slid into the bed, throwing the covers over my head. My sidearm was under the pillow, a cell phone on the nightstand. All I wanted was a few hours of sleep - catch up on what I had missed. I shout my eyes and drifted off.

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

A few hours later I woke to a pounding on the room door.
Shit.
I glanced at the clock – seven-thirty.
Fuck me!
I jumped from the bed, pulled on a pair of jeans, and headed to the door, unlocking it for a very irate Kelsey.

“What the fuck, you wanker. Are you trying to kill me as well?” She pushed her way into the room.

“And how would I kill you? I’m the one with a fucking hit man on my arse.” I shut and locked the door again - you could never be too safe.

“You gave me a heart attack when you didn’t answer.” She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs. Having undone her coat,
I could see she was wearing a black cat suit, and red high-heeled shoes. It was Friday, and she usually went to the club.

“Heading out
for a night of fun?” I asked as I sat down next to her, running my hands through my hair.

“It’s Friday. Of course I am. I wanted to check in on you first.” Her hand ran up the length of my thigh.

“Yeah. I’m good. I was sleeping - first time in a while.” I turned my head to look at her, and she nodded in understanding.

“Listen, I have room service bringing you some food
- they will knock on the door twice, and then knock again three times.”

“What the fuck? Do we have a secret decoder ring as well?” A slap came across my face, the sting registering
immediately.

“Do you want to stay safe?” She had now stood
, and had her hands on her hips, staring down at me.

“Of course, why do you think I came to you?”

“Well, obviously not for a little play,” Kelsey chuckled and winked. “Ah, remember the good days, when he let you play with me?”

A feeling of sadness washed over me briefly. “I try not to think about him.” I stood and walked to the bedroom to grab a shirt. Walking back to the main room, Kelsey was on her phone.

“Uh huh. Yep. Okay…no problem. I’ll call him now.” Random words of a one sided conversation. She shut the phone off.

“Who was that?” I asked
, placing my arse back down on the couch.

“No
one special. Listen, I have to run and pick up Ancilla. Kaiser is meeting us at the club at nine. If I hear anything, I’ll let you know.” She handed me a phone before she turned to leave. “It’s a burner phone. Call me if you need anything. Oh…I programed his number in as well.” Kelsey left before I could respond.

Why the fuck h
ad she set me up like that? Five fucking years; I was unable to move on with my life, hide the pain - bury the hurt. Whatever had happened between us previously, there was still a part of my heart that yearned for him, for his strong hand running over the course of my body, how he held me after Caroline and us played…Memories that needed to stay buried.

I looked at the phone and pulled up his name. I hit the button.

“Fitzpatrick.”

“Devon…?”