Dominate Me: A Devoured Club Novel (7 page)

“I said no. Don’t make me safe word, to get you to leave. By the way, I’m not your sub anymore
- I’m nothing. Leave now.” I took a deep breath.
Stay strong. Stay strong.

“
I’m not leaving, Alexia. We need to talk.”

I pushed out of his arm, my hands hitting his sculpted chest to push myself away.
“Then talk.” My hands found my hips again as I waited for him to speak.

He ran his fingers through his hair, the small amount that he had. Devlin maintained a relative
‘military’ look. Tonight, he had on his black leathers, a black t-shirt, and his leather jacket - which I assumedh
e’
d thrownon when h
e’
d left the club. Devlin walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed, hanging his head low. I followed, keeping a distance between us. If I got any closer, I might lose my self-control.

“
You wanted to talk, so talk.” I said, leaning against the dresser that was parallel to the bed. I let my eyes wander along the carpet in front of his feet; if I made eye contact, I would loose this battle.

“
Pumpkin, can you come sit with me?” He stretched out his arms, waiting for me to put my hand into his.

“
No. Talk or leave, Devlin. I am serious.” I readjusted the towel, and crossed my arms in front of me.

“
Jesus, you infuriate me at times.” A low growl left his mouth as he ran both hands over the top of his head, attempting to keep calm. I might have been the submissive - who the fuck am I kidding? - I
am
the submissive in this relationship, but I could read his body language, I could see when he was aroused, when he was stressed, when he was attempting to remain in control.

He looked up at me.
“I have to leave for London tomorrow evening. I am not sure how long I will be gone.”

“
Why?” I asked.

“
Why what?” he shook his head.

“
Why do you have to go? I thought you left England for a reason, vowing never to return?” I was still against the dresser, although my legs felt like giving out, my head was dizzy. The thought of him leaving wasn’t settling with me, and it definitely was not in line with my new tough girl act.

“
Trust me, pumpkin, if I didn’t have to go back, I wouldn’t. There are just things I can’t tell you right now. Things that I need to do, that I don’t want you involved in.”

“
See, that’s what I am talking about - what I can’t do anymore. I can't have you keeping secrets from me. Not telling me things.” Tears threatened at the corner of my eyes.

“
Pumpkin, I wouldn’t be keeping this from you if I didn’t think your life would be in danger.” He stood and took a step toward me, reaching out to grab my waist.

“
So, you are putting your life in danger? For what, Devlin? Can’t you at least tell me what the fuck you are putting your life in danger for?” I placed my hands on his shoulders, causing his head to look up.

“
A friend. That’s all I can say until I figure out what is truly going on. Alexia, I care a great deal about you. You need to know that.” His lips fused against mine, his tongue ran over my lips,urging them to open to him. My body won over my mind, my lips slowly opened and allowed him in to explore. I kissed him with a ferocity
I’
d never known before, a feeling that he would get hurt settling into the pit of my stomach. I pulled back, breaking the kiss.

“
Devlin, I can’t…I’m sorry…I just can’t do this right now.”

I went to pull away
, but his arms tightened around me, holding me close to his body. His mouth placed feather light kisses up and down my neck and over my collarbone. I tilted my head to the side allowing him more room. A light moan escaped from my mouth as he began biting the taught skin on my shoulder. His hands ran up and down my back, moving around front to where the towel was secured just above my breasts.

“
Pumpkin, you don’t truly know how you make me feel.” His fingers swiftly undid the towel, letting it fall to the floor. His mouth dipped and attached to my right breast, pulling the nipple in. My head fell back as the sensations overtook my rational thinking.

“
Because you never tell me…”

“
Let me show you.”

And with that he turned me around and laid me on the bed
, his body hovering over mine as his eyes devoured every inch of me. He just stared for a while, as if he was letting the image burn into the recesses of his memory. I ran my hands over his chest, pulling his shirt off. He took my breast back into his mouth, his hands running up and down my chest and abdomen, the calloused fingertips contrasting the smoothness of my skin.

My body relaxed
, and I fought my own thoughts. I let myself fall into the pleasures that Devlin was inflicting on me. The way his tongue flicked my erect nipple as he pulled it through his teeth, repeating the motion on the other breast. The way the heat from his mouth caused chills to run down my spine as he kissed his way up and down my abdomen. His erection pressing against my core, so and I could feel his need against me.
What the fuck…one more time.

Devlin moved his head south, his breath hovering over my pussy. The heat contrasted
with the building moisture. Devlin placed light kisses down the length of my slit, inhaling the musky scent of my arousal. He darted his tongue out, splitting my lips, and he lapped at the wetness he found between. The motion sent my hips bucking, my back arching off the bed. The man had a way with his tongue.

“
You taste fucking amazing, pumpkin. But before I finish…I owe you a punishment.” Devlin pulled away and flipped me over. My ass perched for his hand.

“
That’s right, pumpkin. You know how you need to be.” He ran his hand over the globes of my ass, lightly slapping each cheek - a way to desensitize the skin. I prepared myself for the spanking - one of his favorite punishments besides orgasm denial. The side of his hand ran over the sensitive flesh as he pulled back and smacked me. The initial sting was there, but the pleasure soon took its place, as my body and mind slipped into the rhythm of his slaps, the alternating sides and areas. The slaps got harder and more frequent, and my pussy responded by getting wetter. It wasn’t a secret that I enjoyed a good punishment. Devlin rubbed the stung flesh, as he slowly began to stroke my clit, sliding his fingers in and out of my opening, spreading my wetness around my vagina.

“
Oh, God…that…feels…awe…” words slipped out during baited breaths as Devlin continued to pump his fingers in and out of my pussy. I could feel my body tightening, getting closer to the release that I desperately needed at that moment.

“
Don’t come, pumpkin. I want to be buried deep inside you. I want you to come all over my cock as I pound you relentlessly from behind, so you don’t forget who you belong to.” The strict voice rang in my ear.
We’d see about that.

I heard the familiar sound of Devlin
’s zipper lower as he lined the head of his cock to my opening. He teased the area, rubbing himself across my lips, before sheathing himself in my pussy. Devlin thrust in and out, repeating the motions at a painfully slow speed. The head of his cock dragged against the rough patch at the top of my pussy, sending surges of electricity throughout my body. His fingers were once again circling my clit, pinching, flicking and rubbing it, combining with the pleasures his dick was eliciting inside me.

“
Sir…I’m not going to last much longer,” I said, trying to think of something else other than the thickness within my core.

“
You can come, pumpkin.” Devlin sped up his thrusts, his balls smacking against my ass, his cock sliding out and pushing in. My body began to tense- the muscles of my pussy clenched down on his dick as my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, sending multiple waves throughout every inch of my body.
Damn, I’m gonna miss this when he was gone.
A few more thrusts, and Devlin’s grunts signaled his release.

A few moments passed
, and Devlin pulled out and cleaned himself up. He came back to the bed with a washcloth, and cleaned me as well. “Ally, as much as we need to talk everything through right now, I just don’t have the time to explain. But I promise I will.”

I turned to look at him.
“I’m sorry, Devlin, but I don’t know if I can do this. You, me, and the secrets. I need time to think.” I rolled off the bed and threw on a robe that was lying on the ottoman at the footboard.

Devlin pulled me close to him again
, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. “I’m not giving up on you, and you are not leaving me.”

“
Please go.” I pulled away, knowing my actions made me out to be a complete bitch.
I’
d just let him fuck me, and now I was giving him the cold shoulder.

“
Just remember what you said to me at the diner, pumpkin.” And with that, he turned and left the room. I heard the front door close a few seconds later. I curled into bed and cried myself to sleep.

“Are you serious?” I asked Kelsey over the phone. “I don’t know if I am ready to face him yet?”

“
Well, get your arse ready, because you will see him on Sunday, maybe. Depends if I feel like letting him.” A crackle in her voice signaled that she had amused herself a little.

“
Did he say anything?” I asked, a thousand things running through my head.

“
Nope. Just as cryptic as you are. Although he wasn’t happy you were working for Ashworth.”

“
What the hell? You told him that?” I was sitting on a couch in the main area of the hotel room, flipping through the channels on the telly.

“
He fucking asked. I mentioned something about you working for him. He wasn’t happy, sweet cheeks.”

“
Did you really think he would have been? He knows Ashworth’s reputation.” I sighed as I ran my free hand through my hair, pushing the front out of my face.

“
Well, maybe you should have taken the offer on working for my father. Replace him when you had the choice.”

“
You know I couldn’t have done that. No one can live up to his reputation.” I sat back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling.

“
You’d be surprised,” Kelsey responded. “Shit, I need to go. I’ll bring dinner soon.”

“
What do you mean, I’d be surprised? What do you know?”

“
Don’t ask me. Haven’t you learned that I am in control, not you? I’ll see you in a little while.” She hung up the phone before I could say another word. What the fuck did she know? Could it deal with why h
e’
d left? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

I fl
ipped through the channels on the television again, trying to occupy my mind with something other than thinking about the inevitable meeting with Devlin. I thought back to the first time
I’
d met him in the club. I’d been there with a friend, and his presence radiated across the floor. He was with Kelsey, although not playing with her, just there as a bodyguard - even though she didn’t need one. Kelsey was a force to be reckoned with. She owned the club - not financially - but with the way she held herself, the way her presence filled the floors. Submissives bowed at her feet, dominants moved out of the way. She was the Alpha female, or Domme, whatever your choice of word. It helped that she was downright gorgeous, with her long black hair, and the way she filled in a leather cat suit…damn.

Devlin was leaning up against a wall, wearing a pair of black leather pants and a black vest. The tattoos that covered his chest and arms made your eyes wander over every part of his body; the
ripped muscles in his chest, the six pack in his abdomen, the V darting into the pants, his bulge situated in the middle. It was my first time at the club, and I introduced myself on a dare from my friend. He was short and to the point, introducing himself as a Dom, but not one playing that night. I asked if I could meet him again, and he said he would. From that moment on, I wouldn’t submit to anyone else. Our relationship started out as play partners, and developed into so much more. A year after meeting him, I moved in with him, and a few months later we added Caroline. Until that day he left.

There was a knock on the door and I glanced at the clock, seven-thirty. I got up and walked to the
door, looking through the peephole to see who was there. Kelsey. I unlocked the door and let her in.

“
Good evening, ma’am.” I gestured her in.

“
Sweet Cheeks.” Kelsey walked in and placed a bag of food on the table in front of the couch.

“
What’s for dinner?”

“
Thai. Hope you like it. Wait, no I don’t. You’ll eat it and like it.” She flashed me a grin and sat on the couch. I shut the door and sat next to her, pulling the cartons out of the bag, placing them in front of us.

“
I’m starved. I’ll eat anything right now.” I looked through the containers, and threw a few things on a plate. Kelsey did the same.

“
So…what did he say?” I asked as I took a bite of food.

“
Why should I tell you?” She stared at me with that penetrating look of hers.

“
Because you are gorgeous, beautiful and fierce person, and it will torture me more knowing than not knowing?”

Kelsey started laughing.
“Got anything to drink? You should. I do keep the suite stocked.”

That was my cue to get her something to drink. I made my way directly to the mini-bar
, and fished her a bottle of the only thing stocked in the fridge; Grey Goose vodka.

“
Here you go. So, are you going to tell me what he said?” I sounded like a love struck fool.

“
Nope.” She took a sip of her drink and another bite of her food. “I will swing by tomorrow, pick you up, and take you to the club with me. We will meet him there.”

“
Why there? Isn’t it safer here? I mean, I’m sure Ashworth’s men would have the club watched. Who the fuck wouldn’t?” I put my plate down on the table and turned to face her. “Why the club?”

“
Because I have some unfinished business with him. We’ll sneak you in, and I’ll have Kaiser watch you until I am done with Devlin. Then you’re his, and I’m free to live my life again.”

“
Touc
hé
. Thanks for caring.” I smirked because I knew she was joking in her own way.

“
Well, thank me tomorrow with a nice orgasm. He didn’t say much, by the way. Pissed at me more than you.” She paused and shrugged her shoulders. “Well, until he realized that you had been working for Ashworth.”

“
It wasn’t my best decision. What do you think will happen now?” I asked her while she finished her food and placed the plate on top of mine.

“
I don’t know, sweet cheeks. I assume he’ll figure something out to get you out of your pickle.”

“
You make it sound so simple.”

“
Well, we both know that it’s not. Listen, I need to get going. Pick up around five-thirty.”

“
See you then.” Kelsey left, and I locked the door behind her.

I went into the bedroom and crawled into bed to watch television
- there was nothing else to do,and I needed a distraction from the anxiety building in my stomach. Devlin was returning to London after four years and no word since the day h
e’
d packed a bag and walked out. I flipped through the channels, trying to get the memory out of my mind, but it wasn’t happening. The living room of the flat w
e’
d shared filled my vision. Caroline and I had been sitting on the couch, watching a movie, flirting, and playing with each other until Devlin returned home from work that night. It was roughly midnight, and the movie was finishing up. I glanced at my watch and back to Caroline. It was late for Devlin. He was usually home during the week by eleven.

Caroline called his cell, with no luck. Devlin burst through the door a few moments later
, and made a straight path to the bedroom that we all shared. He grabbed a black duffle bag and threw a handful of clothes from each drawer into it, along with his jewelry, personal items, and whatever else was there. Caroline and I stood in the door way pleading for him to tell us what had happened, he looked as if he had been in a fight, face scuffed up, blood on his hands. I went up behind him to calm him, as Caroline stood to his front. Unfortunately, Devlin looked at us both, removed our hands from his body, and pushed past us. Caroline started crying and ran after him, questioning what he was doing, where he was going. All he said before opening the door and leaving was, “I don’t love you anymore. I’m out.”

The phrase haunted me for weeks. Watching him turn and shut the door broke both of us bad. Caroline became depressed
, and ended up throwing herself into her work, and about two months after Devlin left, she moved out of London. I ended up moving out of the flat, donating most of the furnishings to Salvation Army, and got a small apartment in the north end of London, near Mill Hill. We never heard a word from him. Nothing. His cell phone was disconnected, and no one could, or maybe would
n’
t tell us where he’d gone. Six months after Devlin leaving, my life slipped, until I was now in my current state. The idea that I would see him within the next twenty-four hours was nerve wracking, as was hearing his voice. It hadn’t changed since the last time
I’
d heard it. I finally shut my eyes and slipped off to sleep. Tomorrow awaited
.