by Melissande
To the rim of white flesh showing past her rucked-up skirt.
Which was drawing attention from those around them. Not that Dani cared. She would love that.
Shit. He should have jacked off before he arrived. He was going to have to fight himself all evening.
"Sir?" Adam glanced over.
Dani watched as Sam kept his eyes on hers.
"Maybe I should have him remove it with his teeth."
Color rose in Adam's cheeks, and his pupils got, if possible, even wider.
Dani simply spread herself out on the tabletop, mashing her breasts to the wood so that they nearly popped out of the severe triangle that revealed her cleavage.
He laughed. "You're scaring the kid."
Her smile was slow and wicked. "Will I regret it?"
Thoughts of her white round ass blushing pink from his hand nearly made him groan aloud. "He has…attributes you might be sorry to miss."
Her gaze went molten.
Ménage sex. He knew she loved it.
"Adam—" he called out. "Do it. We're disturbing the patrons."
"Not bothering me, man," said a voice nearby. "An ass like that deserves to be savored."
Dani glanced over. "You volunteering?"
"Hell, yeah."
Her gaze flicked to Sam's, in them the spark of challenge.
"Adam," she ordered." "Take it out. Now."
"I'm on it."
Sam noticed, however, that he didn't simply reach over but instead walked behind her and took his time visually licking over every inch of her perfect ass.
Then he glanced up. "Boss?"
Sam gestured with a hand. "Be my guest."
"Me, too?" asked their neighbor.
Sam sobered immediately. "No." After a quelling glance, he returned his attention to Adam, who had his hands pressed reverently to the globes of Dani's behind and was running his fingers over them and down her legs.
Dani wriggled against him, her own eyes growing dark.
"Adam…" Sam warned.
"Yeah?" His gaze snapped up. "I mean, yes, sir." But instantly he returned his eyes to the delectable sight before him.
Then he gripped her thighs with his hands and bent his head.
Dani groaned as Adam took his time before finally emerging with the dildo in his teeth.
Which he proceeded to pluck out with his fingers, then lick the head that had been in her pussy. "Nice."
Dani straightened and tossed a challenging look at Luke.
Whip-fast, she grabbed the onlooker by the wrist and towed him with her to the dance floor.
Swaying her ass in Luke's direction with calculated heat.
Adam cast him a startled glance.
"Let her go," Luke ordered, though a primitive part of him wanted to lunge into the crowd and snatch her back.
Lay his claim.
Not yet.
Damn it.
Then he took out his phone and connected to the overhead cameras in his club.
And settled back to watch the show.
Chapter Four
LET HIM SUFFER, WAS DANI'S overriding thought as she dragged whoever the hell this was away from Sam's table.
He liked calling the shots, did her Sam, but he couldn't always have things his way. He'd already broken the rules, and if they were to continue to play, she needed to even the score.
Except, of course, he might cite Dax and how she'd had sex with him in a liquor storage closet as the first flouting of the rules.
And, okay, she hadn't stuck with the slave/Master thing as long as he would have liked, maybe, but…
She couldn't let him have the edge. This was a competition of escalating stakes.
She took a certain amount of risk in her business life because you can't profit if you don't risk…but here, where she had the most amazingly sexy playmate she could imagine, one who constantly kept her on edge?
No risk was too great. She would damn sure not be the one to cry uncle. Thus the dominatrix outfit when he was probably expecting soft and sexy. Prey not predator.
He might be the alpha predator…
But she wasn't shabby herself.
At last she reached the center of the throbbing mass of dancers, where the music screamed sex, and talking was impossible. Where the atmosphere dripped with desire. Pounded with the promise of sex and sex and more great sex.
She turned on her partner and studied him. He was nearly as tall as Sam but whip-lean, his arms ropy with muscles and loaded with tats. His hair was slicked back, as was hers, his black and not, she suspected, quite natural.
But the burn in his eyes certainly was. He smiled and extruded his tongue…which was pierced by a stud.
Oh, baby. That would feel so freaking good sliding inside her.
She nodded acknowledgment of his silent message and slowly licked a sensuous circle around her lips. She grabbed onto his leather vest and dragged him closer. Thrust her mound against his leather-laced groin and slowly, s-l-o-w-l-y rotated herself against him.
It didn't take him long to grasp her waist and yank her closer.
Her eyes were nearly level with his in her boots, and she dug her fingers into his back, undulating against the hard ridge beneath the leather, and slowly lifted her right leg to wrap it around his ass.
Bringing her naked pussy flush against the leather laces backed by his increasingly hard dick.
Then she arched and rubbed against him in an erotic rhythm designed to get herself off.
He banded her waist with one arm but used his free hand to yank aside her bodice, freeing her breast. He latched on, suckling her as he pistoned his groin into her ever-so-ready mound. Rubbing over the folds that were softening, weeping their pleasure while she softly growled her need.
She arched her back and let her head fall, blatantly dry-humping him until she could feel his fingers scrabbling at his laces, desperately trying to set his dick free.
She snapped back to attention. Dropped her leg and shoved him to his knees instead. With excruciating languor, she drew up her leather skirt and revealed her pussy. "I want to feel that stud," she commanded, and he seemed to hear her despite the music soaring around them.
He took her left leg and draped it over his shoulder.
Then, micron by micron, he slid that tongue and the metal ball rising above it, circling her clit again and again until she wanted to scream…
Then dragging it onward, down through the weeping valley and with maddening hesitation—designed, she was positive, to make her crazy—dragged the stud over exquisitely tender tissues…
She dug her fingers into his hair and all but forced him to speed up.
But he did not. Instead, he took for-freaking-ever to slide first in, then agonizingly slowly out.
The only thing more astonishing she could imagine would be to have such a barbaric and exciting protrusion on the head of a dick. It felt so incredibly amazing she couldn't help the groan that erupted from her throat.
Then he switched speed, flicking that stud to devastating effect, into her pussy, then over her clit, again and again with a syncopated rhythm that kept her constantly on edge—
Until suddenly Sam appeared and all but ripped her out of Tongue Stud's grip. "You're about to start a riot," he said, and she blinked, realizing that the dancing had all but ceased, that around them was a circle of hungry faces, that many of them belonged to men with their cocks out of their pants, stroking as they approached.
"Hey!" shouted Tongue Stud.
"Me next," cried out another, and the cacophony rose.
Barely she heard Sam snap orders to bouncers as he gripped her waist tightly, then, when the crowd surged toward them, lifted her into his arms and shouldered his way off the floor. He headed toward a darkened alcove where he punched the button for the elevator as his guards ranged themselves in front of the closing doors, leaving the juiced-up crowd behind.
In the silence of the elevator, Luke waited for her to apologize, his own heart still ra
cing from the narrowness of his rescue. By the time he'd realized she was inciting a near-riot, he'd had to fight his way through the crowd surging toward her, every swinging dick of them and more than a few women wanting a piece of this flagrantly sexual courtesan.
She stirred in his arms. "Would you get your cock pierced?"
What the fuck? His gaze whipped to hers, and he saw that she was nibbling at her lower lip, her expression partly teasing.
But not all. Nope…she was also serious. "That tongue stud felt…amazing."
"I'm not piercing my tongue." Though she had him thinking about how it would feel if she did.
"You should have let me finish. His probably was—his cock, I mean. Then I'd know."
"I'll find you a cock that's pierced," he muttered, though a part of him resisted. Damned if he wanted to share her anymore.
But there was no quicker way to send her packing than to ask for exclusivity, of that he was positive.
"Yeah?" She stretched in his arms, an elaborate lengthening of her torso that, given her short skirt, had her pussy winking in and out of view. Had her breasts rising to taunt him with their nearness.
He put her down, lingering long enough to make sure she was steady.
"You screwed up my plans," he observed, also noticing that her boots lifted her and put her eyes closer to his.
"It's still my turn. You keep forgetting that."
"I'm not throwing you a pity win. You have to keep up."
Her expression fired, and he cursed himself. Here, in this charged atmosphere, god knew what she might seize upon as her dare.
He should never have brought her here. She was a lit match in a room soaked with gasoline.
"I think I just did," she retorted. "Only you wouldn't let me finish."
"I'll finish you," he growled, and hit the Stop button. He shoved her back against the mirrored elevator wall. "Spread your legs." He didn't wait but knocked one foot apart from the other, then produced the dildo Adam had returned to him. "Wet this—" He slid the ass end of it between her lips, and her tongue swirled before she began to blatantly suck it, her eyes sharp with her own dare, as if she were challenging him to show her what he could do.
He jerked it out and went to his knees, shoving it inside both passages.
Dani grunted…then moaned.
He flicked on the vibration, holding it against her with one thumb while he nipped at her plump pussy lips with his teeth. He set up a rhythm, fucking her ass and pussy with the clever little vibrator, while his tongue and teeth swirled and licked and sucked and bit—
Her hands were in his hair, grabbing on tight, and she was rocking into his mouth, grunting softly, her thighs rock hard. He kept up the rhythms as her own fervor increased, until she was panting softly, punctuating every breath with moans and soft curses. "Damn it, Sam, let me come—"
He tortured her a little longer, until with several slow, lavish licks, he sent her higher…
Then fastened his teeth on her clit and dragged them upward, fucking her clitoris like a tiny dick, scraping up and down for several strokes—
Until Dani screamed.
And the elevator bell started ringing.
He kept up the pressure with his hand but pulled his mouth away in time to see her reflected all around him, her back bowed, legs spread, her lips rose-red, eyes closed and her face ravaged.
He caught her as her knees gave way and she fell.
"Are you all right, sir?" came the voice through the intercom.
It took him a minute to drag himself from the picture of satiation splayed in his lap, her legs spread, the little dildo still humming.
Finally he summoned the sanity to hit the Start button. "We're fine."
As the doors opened, he somehow managed to get them both out.
For a woman who was always in control of her environment and everyone around her, she was spending an inordinate amount of time out of her head with lust, Dani mused as Sam half-carried her to a plush sofa in a darkened room flanked by windows whose dimmed coating was punctuated by flares of lasers and sparkling shafts of light.
"Unh." She stirred, curious. Set one booted foot on the floor beside this plush sofa.
Sam's gaze caught hers.
He burned.
Answering heat rippled through her as she watched his gaze drift to her parted thighs, to the shadowed vulnerability beneath the skimpy covering her very short skirt provided.
She smiled and widened her legs.
His face went hard as stone. Totally focused on her.
One hand rose and covered the bulge behind his fly.
"Poor Sam," she said. "Selfish Dani." She smiled wickedly and crooked her finger to summon him.
He shook his head, even as he was stroking himself. "You come here."
The bank of windows behind him intrigued her—though, truth to tell, not half as much as this man.
"I guess I could." She shrugged.
His gaze snapped up from her pussy and arrowed to her. "Get your ass over here. Now."
From anyone else such words would immediately have her back up.
But this was Sam. She wanted him altogether as much as he wanted her.
And fair was fair. She'd gone off like a rocket, but he was still…hurting.
She extended her right leg slowly, flashing her ass at him, then set that foot beside the other and sat up. Elaborately she stretched, showing plenty of cleavage. She risked a glance at him, but he wasn't looking at her face.
His expression was intense and focused.
She rose slowly, unfolding her long body with exaggerated lassitude, still extending her arms over her head so that her skirt rose high, skimming the edges of her mound.
Then, instead of walking to him, she turned and set her hands on the sofa, which bent her over so that he could see her bottom. She jutted it backward, slipping one hand between her legs and sliding her long middle finger back toward her ass.
"If you don't get over here this second, I am going to smack that pretty ass until it's red," Sam warned.
She mock-gasped. Glanced back over her shoulder, brows lifted. "Really?"
"You cocktease." But he was grinning, too.
She captured her lower lip between her teeth and tilted her head. "Well, if you insist…"
The head of his dick was above his belt now, a mound beneath his shirt.
"Oh!" She faked surprise."You poor man. You should let me take care of that for you."
He grinned as she approached. "You aren't one bit sorry."
She glanced from beneath her brows. "I could be…" Her voice was a breathy whisper.
"I want to drill you so bad."
She glanced at the view past his shoulder. "Can they see?"
"Do you want them to?"
She studied the writhing crowd below, the faces slack with hunger, the bodies rubbing against one another to the sensuous beat of the music. "I don't think they're paying any attention."
"I am."
She looked back at him. "You are, aren't you?" Slowly she licked her lips as she reached for the buttons of his shirt just above his waistband. One open, then two… "There you are," she said to the head of his dick.
Then she bent and swirled her mouth over it.
Sam dug his fingers into her hair and groaned.
She sucked him inside, enjoying the unusual sensation of sucking only the head of a cock, prevented from the shaft by the belt tight around his lean waist.
His hand held her in place while she did her best to torture him, wondering if she could make him come with only this much of him to work with.
Sam groaned, then reluctantly drew her back by her hair. "Not yet."
She lifted her head and faced him. Their eyes were closer to level than normal. "I like being this tall."
"I bet you do." His smile was only a little strained.
She glanced down and began to work his buckle. Letting her fingers graze the plum head again and again.
He sucked in a breat
h. "If you don't get that belt off quick, I'm going to use it on your gorgeous ass."
"Yeah?"
His ripped belly shook with his chuckles."You are incorrigible."
She finished with the buckle and began on the clasp and zipper. "You like that about me."
"I do." His voice sounded strange, so she lifted her head and looked at him.
His expression was as serious as she'd ever seen it. "God help me, I do. Dani—" he began.
His tone was too serious. She shook her head to prevent whatever he'd intended to say next. "Ah…at last." His fly was open and before Sam could finish his thought, she bent and sucked him down deep.
"Ahhh…" Sam groaned as she began to slide up and down on him, reaching inside his pants to clasp his balls and play with them in counterpoint to the sucking rhythm.
With a snick, she heard his belt slide through the loops.
As she bent at the waist to suck him off, she felt the cool metal tip of his belt drift over her derriere, dancing between the globes and skimming over the lips that were plump with her passion.
She jutted her ass higher as she licked and sucked and played.
A whistle of air—
A sharp sting on her ass.
She sucked him down her throat as she yelped.
His warm hand covered her behind and rubbed, soothing the ache. Like a cat she nearly purred.
Another lash, and her pussy was on fire, too. She squeezed the inner muscles as a climax threatened.
With one hand Sam guided her head again and again over his cock, punctuating the rhythm with a lash, then tender strokes to soothe the flesh that was on fire.
She rotated her face over his shaft, swirling her tongue one direction while her head went another. With one hand she teased his balls, while the other one crept toward his ass.
She teased one finger around the hole, and Sam froze, but she kept working him over, darting her finger away, then back, all the while sucking and playing with cock and testicles.
Another lash. "Dani…"
She put her finger in his ass to the first knuckle.
He shot his seed down her throat, coming in wave after wave while she swallowed and suckled and stroked, letting her finger remain where it was.
