Page 79 of The Player's Club

“I’m not in the mood to be nice,” he said, his eyes dark.

I swallowed and lifted my chin. “I’m not afraid of you.”

He chuckled, but there was no humor in it. When we arrived back at his house, it was late. But neither of us was tired.

Mac took me straight upstairs to his bedroom. He opened the closet that led to all his BDSM things: whips, chains, ropes, dildos, vibrators, and a plethora of other things. When he came out with a flogger, I almost ran in the opposite direction.

He stared me down. “You have one last chance to leave,” he said quietly.

“I’m not leaving.”

He gazed at me long and hard, and then something came over his expression that made me shiver.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded.

I obeyed, my body responding to his eyes on me. My nipples hardened, and I saw him inhale sharply.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he then said.

I hesitated a moment, only for Mac to use the flogger lightly on my ass. I gasped.

“Get on your hands and knees.” His tone was unlike anything I’d heard before.

Although he’d warned me that I couldn’t get away now, I still had the safe word. I knew without a doubt that Mac would stop if I asked him to. I just had a feeling that he needed me to take what he had to unleash. Perhaps it wasn’t so much warning me as it was warning himself that he was at the point of no return.

I got on my hands and knees. Then I felt the flogger on my ass, harder this time.

“Don’t move,” he instructed. “Don’t make a sound. This is your punishment, Elodie.”

I nodded at the same moment he hit me once, twice, three times with the flogger. The strikes were sharp but brief, the pain intense yet pleasurable at the same time.

When he moved from my ass to my back and shoulders, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t help but make noise.

Mac’s fingers trailed gently down my spine. “What did I say about making noise?” His voice was as gentle as his fingers now.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

He whipped me harder for that remark. He flogged me until I was crying—whether tears of pain or tears of pleasure, I could no longer tell.

Through it all, though, I never once was afraid of Mac. I wanted him to use me. I wanted him to pour out all of his own pain and anguish onto my body.

I was sore, my back and ass stinging like crazy when Mac finally gave me a brief respite. But that was only to undress himself. His hard cock was already dripping.

When I tried to reach for him, he slapped my hands away. “Not tonight,” he growled.

Then he kneeled and thrust inside me from behind. I dug my fingers into the rug as he pounded into my body, his fingers digging into my hips.

“That’s a good girl. Take my cock,” he crooned. He moved faster and faster, his cock relentless. I could only press my face against the floor and hide my moans as best as I could.

“Tell me you want my cum,” he commanded.

When I didn’t respond, he grabbed me by my hair, pulling me up. I yelled.

“Tell me, Elodie,” he snarled.

“I want your cum,” I sobbed.

He grunted and fucked me until I could feel his cock pulse inside me. Right before he pulled out, I came, my pussy clenching around his length.