Free The Darkest Corners (The Club Book 4) by Katherine Rhodes

flirted relentlessly. Dinner had been one long tease, full of foreplay—and she couldn’t wait to act on it. And now, straddling his wonderfully naked body, feeling his erection pressed against her ass, tracing the lines and planes of his sculpted abs, she knew this had been worth the wait.
    She ran her fingers over his nipples and they puckered, like she hoped they would, and his body shivered under her touch. She reached to the pile she’s left on the bed and grabbed another toy.
    Tally held them up and the look on Liam’s face was a gorgeous contradiction—one of both fear and curiosity. The best of combinations. “These are nipple clamps.” She leaned down to his chest. “These are beginners. To get you used to the sensation and the purpose of them.” She pressed one open and moved to place it on him. “You can use colors to let me know how you feel if you’re not sure you want to tell me to stop. Green is good. Yellow means you’re unsure, or uncomfortable. Red is painful, or completely out of the question. It’s not stop—it means back up and let me think about this.”
    He nodded, wordlessly, watching her fingers. She pinched him again, grabbing the taut peak and slipping the clamp onto it. Liam’s whole body reacted with an arc into the bed and a sharp hiss of his breath. “Shit.”
    “Where are you?” she asked.
    “Yellow—green,” he answered. “Holy crap.”
    Tally smirked. “You like it?”
    “Yes…mistress.”
    She slipped the other on, and the same thing happened again: he arched into the bed with hiss of air. Liam squirmed a bit and she was ready to ask his color, but he settled and with a soft breath, whispered, “Green.”
    Tally leaned all the way down to his ear. “Good boy.” She offered a light tug on the chain between the two, and he groaned in delight. “Would you like to taste my pussy?”
    Liam groaned again. “Oh, God, yes.”
    Tally pulled the chain sharply. “Yes, what?”
    “Yes, mistress,” he grunted.
    She dropped her mouth to his and seared him with a kiss. He tasted like good beer and tiramisu, and Tally adored the flavors. Not only did he taste good too, but he was a hell of a kisser. Even tied down, he could make her body respond. She broke away from him and crawled up his carefully shaped body.
    Without a word, an instant before she could brace herself on the headboard, Liam’s mouth was on her. Nudging the little bit of cloth that framed her out of the way, he fastened his lips over her wet sex, and his tongue delved into her folds to find her throbbing clit.
    And find it, he did. The kisses they had shared should have prepared her for his talented tongue, but Tally was still caught off guard. It had been a long time since someone had so delighted in tasting her clit, and had so willingly and wantingly plumbed the depths of her pussy with their tongue. Liam didn’t need direction at all; he was expert at this, and all without the assistance of his hands. He circled, nibbled, licked and nipped at her clit, tasting her folds and welcoming the flood of wetness that he caused her to unleash.
    “Holy shit, Liam,” Tally breathed, dropping her head into her arms on the headboard. “Oh, good, oh God. Yes.” Her breath was shallow, and she was rocketing toward her climax. He made delicious noises as he feasted on her, driving her. His tongue ran circles around her entrance, traveling back up to pay homage to her clit again. “Yes, Liam. Oh, yesss.”
    He sucked her hard into his mouth and with a nip, sent her flying into a climax. She dropped her head onto the headboard with a voiceless cry, undulating over his willing and more-than-able mouth as he continued to feast on her. Tally took a long moment to regain her senses and climb down from the high. Running her hands through his hair, she moved back down Liam’s body, finding a delighted smirk on his face and silk coating his chin.
    The wantonness of the image made her lean down and kiss him hard, tasting