“Sophia,” I said.
“What a bitch.” Alli spat.
Simone wrinkled her lip. “Are you telling me I just drank shit on the grass?”
Fiona started laughing. The bartender flashed her a smile and returned his attention back to me. “She wanted me to tell you congratulations,” he said, his mouth tensed into an awkward line.
“Send them back.” I waved my hand for him to go away.
“They’re paid for.” He attempted one last effort to offload the drinks and extricate from this evident long-distance catfight.
“I don’t care. I don’t take drinks from people I don’t trust.”
He hesitated. “What do you want me to do with them?”
I chewed the inside of my lip, an idea forming. “Take them back to her and give her a message. Tell her the ball gag she sent over this week fit perfectly. Blake and I both send our thanks.”
His eyes went wide, and I knew that would be a hard order to fill. I reached into my purse and fished out a handful of bills. I dropped some of the hundreds Blake had given to me onto the tray. “For your trouble. Make sure she gets the message.”
Barely obscuring his smirk, he turned to leave. I sat back on the couch, feeling as smug as Sophia’s face. I glanced over at Alli who was staring at me wide-eyed.
“Ball gag?”
Whoops.
I grabbed my drink and sucked up some more liver-damaging liquid through the straw. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll tell you about it later.”
Or not!
Simone shook her head, her eyes a drunken haze. “I knew you guys were freaks.”
Alli’s wild laughter set off my own, and before I knew it we were doubled over, tears threatening our mascara. Alli’s was still perfect, but I had a feeling mine was probably traveling all over my face at this point in the evening. We finally caught our breath.
“Want to dance? I feel like I’m hitting a wall,” Fiona said.
“Sure.” We jumped up and pushed in the crowd. James followed obediently behind, emerging from somewhere in the shadows where he was giving us our privacy. Whatever orders Blake had given him, he seemed bound to following through. I hoped it had more to do with caring about our well being than accommodating Blake’s overbearing tendencies.
We danced through several songs. With our matching party sashes and my obnoxious blinking tiara, we attracted stares from everywhere. The attention only motivated our dance moves, as the four of us went from tipsy, cute partiers to sweaty, drunk disasters. Simone shimmied her ass against James, who, while on duty, didn’t seem to mind the small distraction from the evening’s task of keeping me “safe.” Alli and I clung to each other, laughing and yelling and reveling in our general awesomeness.
As one song rolled into the next, the persistent pressure in my ass combined with watching Simone grind up on James reminded me of some other fun I could be having. The night had been a blast, but I was now all sorts of horny. I needed my man and I needed to stay upright for the wild night he had promised me. I leaned against Alli.
“I want to go home and see Blake.”
She laughed. “I’m picking up what you’re puttin’ down, babe. Let’s get out of here before I pass out.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I sucked in a deep breath when we emerged from the club. The night air was cool, refreshing on my damp skin. Fiona and I had our arms linked as I scanned for our ride home.
“This way, ladies. Your chariot awaits.” James led us toward the shiny black limo parked along the curb.
“Erica.”
I stopped abruptly, nearly tripping Fiona. James caught her and helped her into the limo. Simone and Alli were taking selfies a few feet away, loudly critiquing each one as not quite right.
A warm arm wrapped around my waist, lifting me to my toes. Blake had me pressed tightly to this chest.
“Blake!” I pressed a sloppy, slightly inappropriate kiss to his lips. I felt him smile under me.
I heard Alli whoop loudly behind us. “Oh my God, I love you two together. Aren’t they the cutest?” She nudged Simone, whose focus was locked onto her phone. “Blake, I love you. Have I told you that? I really do.”
He laughed. “Thanks, Alli. I love you too.”
Her eyes brightened. “You do? Aww, let’s all just get married and have babies. I want babies. Don’t tell Heath, but I want his babies.”
“Maybe you can tell him yourself.”
He nodded toward the limo where Heath emerged. The uncomfortable smile on his face told me he’d heard her. She’d been almost shouting every word for the past three hours, so I wasn’t surprised.
“Heath!” She squealed and bounded into his arms. He lifted her up, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. She caught him between her hands, kissing him as passionately as I’d just kissed Blake.
“Wow, they are going to have some fun tonight.”
Blake slid his hand down my spine and grabbed my ass. “I’m more interested in the fun we’re going to have. You still up for it?”
I rubbed my body against him with a helpless moan. I was ready to take him right on the street. I slid my hands around his nape and went for his mouth again.
He chuckled softly, breaking our kiss. “Okay, I’ll take that as a yes. Let’s get you home.” He led me by the hand toward the car.
Despite my efforts to crawl across the console to assault him all the way home, he kept his cool until we got upstairs to the apartment.
But as soon as the door closed behind us, he had me pinned to it. I whimpered, every touch lighting fire over me. I arched into him, lifting my leg to wrap around his thigh, shifting the plug inside. “Fuck, I need you. Like right now.”
He thumbed the thundering pulse at my neck, pressing a kiss there. “Slow down, baby.”
“I can’t slow down. Not tonight.”
“Slow down, or I’ll have to tie you up.”
“I don’t care. Tie me up. Do whatever you want.” Just fuck me, for heaven’s sake.
“I just might. I have plans for you. And your ass.” His hand slid under my dress and nudged the sparkly tip of the plug, reminding me again of what I’d been feeling all night. Friction. Fullness.
“I’m ready now.” I wanted this plug out. I wanted relief. I tugged off Blake’s shirt and threw it hastily to the floor.
He laughed. “Trust me, I know. I want to play a little first though.”
I splayed my hands over the gorgeous planes of his chest, all the way down to the band of his low-slung jeans. I wanted those off. “What are we playing?” I asked, only vaguely interested.
“You’ll find out soon enough. First, I want you to undress for me.”
I shot him a playful smile and reached down for my heels.
“No, no.” He caught my hand, helping me regain my balance. “Keep those. Everything else goes.”
“Kinky Blake,” I murmured as I shimmied out of my tight dress. I unhooked my bra and stepped out of my panties. I stood before him naked and blissfully tipsy.
“Where would you like me, Master?” I toed the tip of my shoe on the floor, letting a little bashfulness seep into my intoxicated boldness.
He nodded toward the living room. “Over the back of the couch. Ass in the air.”
I obeyed, sashaying to the other room. I bent over the cream fabric, balancing on the tiptoes of my high heels. I waited for his approach, but I’d heard him leave the room and return a couple minutes later. The delay only added to my vulnerability. I closed my eyes, listening as his footsteps stopped behind me.
“Did you misbehave tonight?” The timbre of voice was low, warm, and a little threatening. A shiver slivered up my spine.
“Yeah,” I breathed. Already the night had become a blur, but if he wanted me to be bad, I’d gladly play the part.
“Oh? That’s not good.”
A cool flat implement rubbed across my backside, over the curves of my ass and down my thighs. I was breathless, but in the most wonderful way. I wa
nted to moan and arch back into it—whatever it was he wanted to give me.
“You drank too much, huh?”
“Mm-huh.” I fidgeted anxiously, wiggling my ass impatiently. Warmth radiated in my belly, causing my pussy to twitch in anticipation. I wanted to know how far he would take this, yet a part of me didn’t want to know. It was the not knowing that drove me wild every time.
“Did you let anyone touch you?”
I quickened, not quite sober enough to resist the temptation to stir his jealousy. “Maybe.”
“Is that so?”
His hand left my ass and was swiftly replaced by the hard smack of what could only be a paddle.
“Shit!” Yeah, that still hurt. He’d joked about the paddle, but I never expected him to actually use it. I’d had plenty of fun under the palm of his hand. Thankfully the alcohol was working its magic. The sting of the blow numbed quickly.
“It was crowded. I didn’t mean to,” I said, suddenly eager to soothe his jealousy.
He paddled me again and the pain melted a little faster.
“I’m sorry, Blake.”
“I’m glad. But we have a long way to go.”
I mewled in my dissent, even as a little voice in the back of my mind begged him to keep going.
He leaned down over me, holding the paddle still against my stinging ass. I tensed, uneasy, not knowing what he had planned.
“Do you think you deserve punishment?”
Yes.
I shook my head no.
“No? You have quite the list going. Tying me up and trying to have your wicked way with me. Running off to a sex club unattended. Tell me now, do you think you deserve punishment?”
“Yes,” I breathed softly, an admission that only the couch could hear.
“I can’t hear you,” he said sharply.
“Yes, I deserve it.”
He swirled the paddled over my ass, causing my stomach to clench anew with anticipation. The fog of the alcohol was lifting with every passing moment.
“That’s what I thought. You’re going to get to know the paddle tonight, and no matter what, Erica, I don’t want you to come. Take everything I give you, and you’ll get your reward after.”
I loved a solid spanking as much as the next girl, but the paddle was unforgiving. The threat of climaxing against his wishes was weightless. I’d get my reward, no doubt, but not before he made me feel the sting of regret.
I bit my lip and braced myself for the lesson.
The paddle came down, a solid slap against my skin. I groaned, trying hard not to squirm away. He delivered blow after blow, spacing them out, spreading them over my ass and thighs. Hard stinging licks that fell just shy of my sex. Fear mingled with desire, as I prayed he wouldn’t make a mistake and hit me there and hurt me. Yet I fantasized about any kind of contact there. His fingers, his mouth, his cock. Anything. The intensity of the blows went straight to my head. Unbearably needy, I grew wet, a fact that couldn’t be hidden with my ass on display, my legs as far apart as he’d wanted them.
He delivered another blow, harder than the others, and I yelled loudly, the sound echoing off our walls.
My entire body tensed, the defensive instinct resonating most noticeably where the plug nestled inside of me. The pressure there was so concentrated. The nagging desire that its presence had inspired all night had morphed into a powerful reminder of what Blake wanted from me tonight.
I rubbed my chest against the rough linen of the couch cover. Every cell stood on edge. I wanted more. I wanted everything tonight.
He paused long enough to twist the plug. The reminder of the pressure, the friction was too much. I could feel it in my pussy, acute enough that I could almost…come.
My hands fisted into balls. No, I wasn’t supposed to.
When I thought I couldn’t take another second of his punishments, he stopped. I flinched when he soothed my hot, prickly flesh with his palms. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. He felt like heaven, like a wonderful, tender gift. Water in the fucking desert. Blood thundered in my veins, pulsing arousal through me. Desire surged, and I hurdled to the edge of orgasm. I trembled with the effort not to come.
“Blake!” I pleaded. If I had to bear one more sensation, I was going to lose it.
He hushed me, stroking my back and the burning skin of my ass. Leaning over my backside, he kissed me on the shoulder. “You did well. I’m going to fuck you now, baby. You ready?”
Slowly, he pulled out the plug, but I registered anything but relief.
I struggled for breath, the pressure of my own body suddenly too much against my chest. I nodded, trying not to think of how I could withstand more pain. I was already weak and barely able to stand.
He tugged me upright. “Let’s sit down, and then I want you to straddle me.”
I stood still, processing his directions, but not sure how this was going to work. He dropped his jeans to the floor. His thick cock stood ready, shamelessly erect from his body. Was he still planning to…?
“I thought we were…”
The corner of his mouth lifted with a wicked grin. “I’m having your ass tonight. But I want you to be as comfortable as possible this time.”
We circled the couch. Careful to keep my balance, I settled comfortably over his splayed legs. The hunger in his eyes was enough to take my breath away. I knew what he wanted tonight, but my body wanted him other places. Places I knew would bring me unspeakable pleasure.
He’d promised me pleasure, but I still wasn’t convinced it was possible for me this way. “This is going to hurt,” I said, my expression bordering on a pout.
He reached for the bottle of lube on the table that I hadn’t noticed earlier. He applied a generous portion to his palm and spread it up and down his length. He was big. He got even bigger when he was about to come in me. His generous endowment was a feature that never failed to please me during sex. Making all of him fit comfortably inside of my ass was another matter altogether.
My jaw fell slightly, my heartbeat kicking up as he stroked more lube over the head of his cock.
He lifted an eyebrow, seeming to notice my reactions. “See something you like?”
I swallowed hard.
His expression softened. “Have I ever hurt you? In a way that you weren’t begging for more by the end?”
I turned my gaze to his slick erection. The noises of his strokes were impossibly distracting.
“No,” I admitted. Tonight was evidence of that. I’d been paddled like a precocious child, and I would have withstood twice the punishment if he’d wanted it. He never steered us wrong. Yet doubt crept over me.
“This will be no exception. It’ll be intense, but you’ll enjoy it. We’ll go slow, and I’ll talk you through it.”
I couldn’t argue with that. I was primed, thoroughly ready for release, and his promised dirty talk could be the icing on the cake—if I could handle it. My hands were hot against my thighs. I rubbed them up and down anxiously, suddenly not knowing what to do with them.
“Come closer.” He scooted farther down the couch, while I shimmied up so his cock lined up at a better angle. “This will give you more control.”
I snorted. “Not your style.”
“Try not to remind me.” His eyes darkened.
I bit my lip, not wanting to fuel his vengeance when I really needed him to be gentle and patient with me.
“We’ll go slow. We can even stop. But by the end of the night, I’ll be in your ass. So wrap your head around that. The best thing you can do is try to relax.”
I nodded and held onto the small comfort that I did officially have a safeword now, even if I’d never had to use it.
He hushed my silent worries with a soft kiss. “When we’re done, you’ll be asking me why we never did it sooner, I promise.”
I sighed. “You sure know how to give a girl cold feet.”
He explored with his fingers, lining us up.
“Don’t worry. Your feet are goi
ng to be toasty warm in a few minutes.” Rubbing over the tight bud between my cheeks, he pressed firmly, seeking entry. “Open up for me,” he ordered gently.
Against every instinct, I released my muscles, easing his passage into me. One slick finger and then two stretched me, with the same decadent sting as they had before. I closed my eyes, remembering how hard I’d come before when he was inside me this way. Could it be like that? Before I could wonder, he pushed the blunt head of his cock into me a bare inch.
“Now come down onto my cock, nice and slow.”
My thighs trembled. I struggled to stay steady as I took a little more of him. I felt like we were moving one millimeter at a time. I was petrified, but there was no urgency in Blake’s eyes or body language that forced me to hurry my movements. After a few minutes of careful progress, somehow I felt more ready for him. After all, the plug had been marking his place inside of me for the past several hours.
My liquefied thoughts pieced that together, making me bolder. I dropped down more, but my eyes shot wide open at the first dart of pain that halted everything. I whimpered at the discomfort and withdrew from the progress we’d made.
“Breathe, Erica. Give your body a chance to accept me.”
He held me still, his hands firmly at my hips. We were still connected. The pain had subsided, and he coaxed me back, regaining the lost ground. I sucked in a tentative breath, surprised when the pain wasn’t as intense as it had been. The relief was quickly replaced with the intensity of being filled, breathtakingly stretched. The pain came and went and we slowed around it until it passed, until I could catch my breath and my courage.
Blake’s eyes closed a moment, restraint tightening the muscles in his face. He opened them, his hooded expression sweeping over me. “I can’t wait to be all the way inside you, Erica. Can’t wait to make you come this way.”
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