Destined for the Dom (Masters of Submission, #2)(22)

Another pulse shot through her clit. “I’ll have take that chance, Jessica.”





Chapter Eleven




Hunter felt an overwhelming sense of well-being as he observed Zo? and Jessica sitting at the bar. They’d been chatting incessantly, laughing and joking like a couple of naughty schoolgirls. It made his heart swell with pride that Zo? now belonged to him.

Occasionally, he would turn the dial up on her clit stimulator, enjoying her obvious dilemma as she fought to keep control. She was managing remarkably well now, much better than when she’d first arrived at the club. He smiled to himself. He still had an ace up his sleeve. She thought he’d already turned it up to max, but that had been a blind. So far he’d barely twisted the dial more than halfway. Later on in the evening, it would be fun using full power.

Cole slapped him on the back. “Listen up, Hunter. I’m gonna take Jessica into the Hot Zone. Matthew has asked me to do a demonstration. I’ve an idea, but I need to run it past her first.”

“Great, we’ll see you later.”

Curiosity getting the better of her, Zo? asked, “Where are they going?”

“The Hot Zone,” he answered, sitting beside her.

“Oh, I see.” She looked a little nervous.

Hunter smiled. He’d already told Zo? a lot about Club Submission. Up to now, she’d not been overwhelmed by anything she’d seen. She’d taken it all in her stride. “Finish your drink and I’ll take you through. Cole and Jessica are gonna put on a demonstration. I’m expecting it to be good.”

“Jessica was real friendly, Hunter. I like her.”

“Yeah, I noticed you two got on well together.”

“We did. We’re on the same wavelength. Jessica was telling me about the arts center where she works. They run classes there all the time. She reckons I might be able set up a small pole-dancing class.” Zo? sounded enthusiastic.

“I’m pleased for you, Peaches. I hope it all works out.” Hunter smoothed a hand possessively down her back, enjoying the way it arched into her waist and then curved out again to her womanly butt. He loved that sexy S shape that an adult woman possessed. It pleased him that she responded seductively to his touch, making him hard for her. Her silken body flexed and undulated, letting him know she was becoming highly aroused. “I’m proud of the way you’re dealing with the task I set you.” He praised.

“Oh?” Her brows drew together.

“Yeah, your sensitized little clit. Have you forgotten the device in your panties already?” Perhaps, it was time to max up the volume?

Zo? smiled into his eyes. “Oh, I’ve been practicing my breathing techniques as you suggested. It’s helped me no end.”

Her tone didn’t convince. There was just a slight edge of nervousness to Zo?’s voice, as she stared around the club. “There’s a lot of people here now,” she observed as if changing the subject.


Perhaps she already guessed he’d been teasing her so far, and she was scared of how she’d react when he raised the power. There was only one way to find out.

“Come on. I’ll take you through. Remember to keep an open mind. Everything you see in the Hot Zone is entirely consensual.”

Zo? flashed him a beautiful, sexy smile as she stood from her barstool. “Now you’re scaring me.”

Hunter shook his head. “Somehow I don’t think so.” Zo? had been brought up by the school of hard knocks. She’d seen all manner of things at Les Belles in her twelve years as a dancer. She was no shrinking violet that was for sure.

He held the swing door open, allowing her to pass through. “After you, Peaches.” As she breezed past him, he caught the seductive scent of her expensive perfume. Mmm, I’m gonna make this a night to remember. His cock ached to be inside this beautiful woman, his woman, but holding back was all part of the enjoyment. Stretching the foreplay out until neither of them could wait any longer meant the sex would be mind blowing.

This part of Club Submission had a far darker feel. The atmosphere was more intense and sexually charged. The Hot Zone was strictly a place for grown-ups. It took Hunter a while for his eyes to become accustomed to the low light. He placed a protective hand to the small of Zo?’s back, and guided his charge to the first scene. It was made up like a dungeon.

Francine, the switch, had her male sub chained to the wall. Completely naked apart from a ball gag in his mouth, he wore a chastity cage over his limp dick. She trailed a formidable looking cat-o’-nine-tails down his frightened, heaving chest. “Don’t you dare get a hard-on, you sniveling excuse for a man. If you do, your Mistress will be forced to discipline you.” Francine wore a PVC catsuit with cutouts that completely exposed her full, heavy breasts. Every so often, she would pull on his nipple clamps until he moaned submissively. To Hunter it sounded like moans of pleasure, but what the f*ck did he know about male subs? As a Dom, he was always the one in control.

Zo? turned to him, her eyes wide and questioning. “My, oh my. When you said anything goes, you weren’t kidding.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, Peaches.” He put an arm around her shoulder and directed her to the next scene. A Dom had his sub chained, her arms raised to the ceiling. He’d fixed a vibrator between her legs.

“My God!” Zo? exclaimed, taking a step backward in surprise. She reversed straight into Hunter’s embrace. “What the hell’s happening here?”