Forbidden: Playing With Fire, Book 1

by Karen Erickson

  “Does what hurt?” His fingers moved up her thigh, so achingly slow and she wallowed in the anticipation.

  When he actually touched her where she wanted him, it was going to be so good.

  “Being taken like that. Anal sex.” She gestured toward the stage. The dark haired man stood behind the blond, his hands grasping his hips, his cock nudging against the blond’s ass.

  “I prefer the top.” Austin nuzzled her cheek with his. “I like to be the one in control.”

  “You’re so dominant.” She sighed when the very tips of his fingers brushed the front of her lacy thin panties. “Aggressive.”

  “You like it.”

  “I do.” She held her breath as she watched the dark haired man smooth his hand over the blond man’s ass, his fingers delving between his cheeks. He touched him, intimately, gently, and the blond sighed, spreading his legs wider, his head dipping in acquiescence. It stole her breath, watching this unfold, waiting for the moment when the dark haired man would possess the other.

  She loved the way Austin possessed her, took her as if she belonged to him. They had fallen so easily into this, as if they belonged together. The thought was overwhelming, scary.

  Delicious. Wondrous.

  “You’re hot,” he whispered in her ear. “Wet.”

  “How can you tell?” He hadn’t even touched her yet, was still lingering there, his fingers brushing over her mound, the lace fabric of her panties the only barrier.

  “Your panties are wet. I can smell you.” He tongued her ear, the hot, wet slick of it making her wiggle. “I love the way you smell. The way you taste.”

  Her knees went weak. The way he spoke to her weaved a sort of magic around them, a spell she didn’t want to stop. She watched the man position himself over the blond, his condom-covered cock poised, ready, the blond urging him on with murmured words, subtle gestures.

  Slowly, carefully, the dark haired man eased inside the blond, his cock sinking in inch by inch. Deep, deeper until he was all the way in, his balls brushing against the blond man’s ass, and they groaned, the sound filling the room.

  They weren’t the only ones groaning. She heard the telltale sounds of low moans behind her, murmured words of approval, the faintly wet sounds of mouths connecting, clothes shuffling. Everyone was aroused, she realized. The scent of sex filled the air, the slap of flesh on flesh loud coming from the stage. Austin’s fingers slipped beneath her panties, brushed against her pubic hair before flicking her distended clit.

  “God, Michaela.” He sounded tortured and she glanced at his lap, saw the unmistakable ridge of his cock. “You feel so good.”

  He played with her, his fingers searching her folds, one thick finger pushing deep inside her. She gasped, clutched at his arm, her gaze locked on the men on the dais. The dark haired man was fucking the blond with enthusiasm, their guttural grunts mingling with every thrust. She moved with them, her hips doing a subtle thrust against Austin’s fingers, his hand. His thumb thrummed her clit, driving her on, driving her mad.

  “Don’t stop,” she whimpered when he slowed. He shook his head, a naughty smile curving his lips.

  “Never,” he answered, shoving two fingers deep, finger fucking in time with the two men before them.

  Michaela was close to orgasm, couldn’t believe she was doing this in public, on a chair while watching two men have sex. She liked that the men were so in to each other, the way the dark haired man grabbed the blond by the back of the neck, holding him as he fucked him hard. It was harsh, beautiful, their muscled bodies shining with sweat, their groans getting louder with every thrust. The blond had one hand wrapped around his cock, jerking it in time with the dark haired man’s thrusts and then the dark haired man withdrew, yanked the condom off and fisted himself.

  His semen pumped out of him, shooting all over the blond’s tight ass in long, creamy streams. He rubbed his come into the blond man’s skin, his other hand still wrapped around his cock, and then he bent, buried his face in between the blond man’s ass cheeks, licking him there.

  “Oh my God,” Michaela croaked just as Austin flicked her clit. Her orgasm slammed into her, hard and fast and overwhelming, and she shuddered in the chair, against Austin’s hand, gripping his forearm for support. Her eyes closed as it hit her again and again, wave after wave, leaving her a wrung out mess when it was all over.

  She opened her eyes to see the dark haired man on bended knee, still licking the blond man’s ass, people chanting their encouragement from the audience. Her gaze lifted, met Austin’s and he watched her with such tenderness that she felt herself melt a little.

  “I love to watch you come.” He withdrew his hand from her slowly, grasping her hand in his. “Beautiful.”

  After all of that and she felt herself blush, the heat suffusing her cheeks. He had power with his words, his looks. A power over her, power that she gladly gave.

  “Should we go?” he asked.

  “What about you?” She gestured toward his crotch, his huge erection.

  “I’ll get mine later, don’t you worry.” He yanked her close and kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth, searching it thoroughly before he withdrew. His kiss blew a few hundred brain cells and left her wanting more.

  They exited the room in a hurry, but not before she caught a glimpse of naked flesh and clinging bodies, tongues licking and hands working. She straightened the skirt of her dress, smoothed a hand over her hair, and when she glanced up she caught Austin watching her, a wicked smile on his too handsome face.

  “What?”

  “Shocked at yourself?”

  She shook her head. “No. I’ve always had these…urges.”

  “And I’m just lucky enough to be the one who figured that out?” He drew her close, planting a soft kiss on her lips.

  “Yes,” she murmured, touching the corner of his lush mouth with her finger. Oh, she could touch him all night. Explore him and savor him, lick and nibble and discover all of his secrets, his preferences.

  But not yet. There was time enough for that. She wanted to see more, experience more with him here, at Tom’s.

  Michaela stopped at a partially opened door, peered around the doorframe to look inside. A woman lay sprawled on the bed completely nude, her arms and legs bound to each corner of the iron scroll bed frame with black velvet cuffs. Her eyes were covered by a sash of black satiny fabric, and she slowly arched her body as some sort of offering.

  The man who stood next to the bed held a small flogger in his hand, squeezing and running his fingers over the tails again and again. He was clad only in black, tight-fitting trousers, his bronzed, muscled chest gleaming as if lightly oiled. His biceps bulged with his every movement, his intent focused solely on the woman tied to the bed.

  She’d just had an orgasm not five minutes ago yet Michaela found it arousing, the hungry way the man stared at the woman. She entered the room, sidling alongside the wall so as not to disturb them, and she stood still, taking it all in.

  Austin followed behind her, reaching out to take her hand and pull her in front of him. She melted into him as he held her, leaning against the wall, his arms wrapped around her center.

  She felt as if he was staking his claim on her.

  The man barely acknowledged their presence, his gaze flicking toward them once before he turned his attention back to the woman. Dangling the flogger above her body, he drew the soft leather tails across first one slim shoulder, then the other, before allowing it to tickle her pronounced collarbone.

  The woman jerked against her restraints, a little whimper escaping her as he continued his gentle teasing. Down her arms, across her quivering stomach then back up to wisp across her breasts, the tails feathering back and forth across her large, rock hard nipples.

  Michaela’s skin prickled with awareness as if she were the one experiencing the flogger. It intrigued her. She’d never played with any sort of toys beyond a vibrator in the bedroom and she wondered what it would feel like. The soft l
eather brushing against her body, making her shiver and the rush that would fill her with the first smack of the flogger.

  Would it plain hurt? Or would it hurt so good?

  Just imagining it made her restless, wet all over again. She squirmed against Austin’s hold, her breath catching when she saw the man drape the tails of the flogger over the woman’s bare pussy. There wasn’t a hair on the woman’s body and with her legs tied open, every detail was on display.

  Swollen pussy lips, dark pink folds and a large clit, much larger than Michaela’s, the woman cried out when the man flipped the flogger to the other side, rubbing the handle against her.

  He stroked her clit, circled it and then trailed the handle downward, teasing her entry. The woman arched against it, her harsh pants filling the air, and when he pushed just the tip of the handle inside her, she cried out.

  Oh God. She couldn’t believe she was watching this unfold right in front of her. The man slipped the flogger deeper inside the woman then withdrew, establishing a rhythm that caused the woman to move with it. He was fucking her with the flogger, the soft leather handle glistening with her juices every time the man withdrew it from her body. Michaela stared in awe, her breath lodged in her chest, her eyes fixated on the woman’s pussy.

  She shifted against Austin, rubbing her back against his chest, and his fingers stroked against her stomach, holding her still. Bending his head, his mouth hovered close to her ear and he nibbled her lobe.

  “You like that?” His whispered question made her shiver, and she nodded.

  His hand splayed across her front. He dragged his fingers across to her hip, then down until he was flirting with the hem of her skirt. She held completely still, watching the man continue to fuck the woman with the flogger while Austin’s hand moved under her skirt and skimmed the outside of her thigh.

  The woman was getting close to orgasm, Michaela could tell by the sound of her breathing, the increased frenzy of her movements and her partner could tell as well. He withdrew the flogger from her body completely and brought it to his mouth, his tongue snaking out to lap at the stickiness that remained there.

  His gaze lifted, met Michaela’s, and he drew the handle into his mouth, sucking the woman’s cream from the braided leather. He was putting on a show for them, Michaela realized, since the woman couldn’t see anything.

  So fucking sexy.

  Austin’s fingers stuttered over her skin, as if he too was affected by the man sucking and lapping at the flogger handle. She bucked against his touch, hoping like hell he would continue his search, and he did. His fingers resumed their slow glide, now up her inner thigh to swipe against the silken front of her panties, and Michaela gasped.

  The man smiled, a feral bearing of teeth, and she let her glance slide down to the very noticeable bulge straining the front of his pants. Austin’s free hand slid up, his thumb brushing the underside of her breast, fingers teasing her skin exposed by the dress’s keyhole cutout in between her breasts. She thrust her chest out and licked her lips, her eyes still locked on the man, and his chocolate brown eyes heated with awareness.

  She was eye fucking this stranger all while Austin touched her and she couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe she was enjoying it. The way the man watched her aroused her almost as much as Austin’s touch.

  “Undo my dress,” she urged Austin, her gaze not leaving the man’s.

  He paused in touching her. “What?”

  “The clasp at the back of my neck, undo it. Please.” She sounded desperate, she knew it but she didn’t care. Tilting her head, she swept her hair away from her neck, draping it over one shoulder. Indicating where she wanted him to undo it.

  His fingers landed upon her neck, warm and comforting, stroking her there. “You’re sure.”

  Michaela nodded. “Yes.” Oh, yes.

  The poor woman writhed atop the bed, her whimpered words of agony getting louder and louder, but the man ignored her, as if this was part of the game, his gaze trained on Michaela. Austin undid the two hooks of the halter and the fabric fell forward, Michaela tugging it down more so it exposed her breasts to the man’s gaze. Her nipples hardened and the man licked his lips, as if he might want a taste.

  What would Austin say if that happened? Would he allow her to do this? Or would he tell her no?

  And why was she thinking like this? She was her own woman, she wasn’t in any sort of relationship with Austin beyond sexual so why did she need his permission?

  Because she felt as if she did belong to him, at least for tonight. And she didn’t feel right in doing things with another without his consent.

  “He likes what he sees,” Austin whispered in her ear, perfectly aware of what was happening between them.

  “So do I,” she admitted, her voice weak, and Austin stilled behind her.

  Cupping her breast in his hand, Austin kneaded the soft flesh. She arched against his touch, her body undulating against his. His cock nudged the small of her back, large and insistent, and she smiled. The power she held, the fact that two men wanted her at this very moment was mind blowing.

  Arousing.

  The man turned his attention back to his woman, his face softening, as if he felt guilty for withholding her pleasure for so long. Taking the flogger, he reared back his arm and slapped the soft leather tendrils against her pussy. She cried out in agonized pleasure at the connection and he did it again, then again, the sound of the leather hitting her flesh reverberating in the close confines of the room.

  The woman moaned with every hit, her lower body arching into it, her arms jerking against the restraints. Michaela stared in fascination, emitting her own gasp of pleasure when Austin pinched first one nipple, then the other.

  The man halted his ritual, his big body vibrating, his shoulders rising and falling with his every breath, and he turned, taking a step toward Michaela and Austin, then another.

  Holding his hand out, he offered her the flogger.

  Chapter Eight

  “I-I couldn’t,” she said, shaking her head.

  The man held the flogger toward her, waving it so the tassels shook. “Take it. Use it on her. We’re inviting you to play.”

  His voice was deep, gravelly, and her body jerked in response. She felt like a slut, reacting strongly to a man she didn’t even know while in the arms of a man she did know and care about.

  But it seemed as if Austin only wanted to urge her on, encouraging her to go further.

  He gave Michaela a nudge on her shoulder. “Do it, babe.”

  She turned to look at him, saw that he was studying her carefully. “You think so?”

  “Tickle her with it,” the man suggested. “She loves that.”

  “Does she know?” Michaela waved her hand at the woman, who laid quietly on the bed, though her body quivered in anticipation.

  “She knows you’re here, yes. She likes to be watched.” The man paused, his eyes darkening. “Do you like to be watched?”

  “I like to watch,” she said.

  “She likes both,” Austin said for her.

  The man’s gaze met Austin’s. “May she play with us?”

  Michaela’s gaze flickered from Austin to the man, shocked at the way he asked for Austin’s permission. As if Austin was indeed her master and she needed his approval before she could go and play.

  Wow. This was heady stuff. She had no clue what she’d gotten herself involved in but this had turned into the most sexually adventurous twenty-four hours of her life.

  “If she wants to.” He removed his hand from her thigh and she immediately missed the connection. “Do you want to?”

  “Yes.” She nodded. “I do.”

  Taking the flogger from the man, Michaela approached the bed, stood at the foot of it. The musky scent of the woman’s arousal was strong and Michaela stared at her pussy, the way her skin gleamed with cream, her lower lips puffy with need.

  Michaela twirled the flogger this way and that, finally letting the leather tails drop u
pon the woman’s cunt. She drifted it back and forth, the soft black leather contrasting against the pink of the woman’s flesh. Michaela’s pussy grew even wetter as she continued, running the flogger along the inside of the woman’s thighs, across her knees.

  The woman giggled, twisting against Michaela’s touch, and the man crouched down so he was eye level with Michaela. His expression serious, he said, “Fuck her with it.”

  Michaela almost dropped the flogger to the floor. “Excuse me?”

  “Fuck her with it, like I did. With the handle.” The man reached for her, swiped his index finger against the woman’s clit and she nearly shot off the bed. “She’s so close. She needs the release before we continue. Will you do her the favor?”

  She couldn’t believe this. He wanted her to fuck this woman with the handle of the flogger? Could she do this?

  Austin approached, stood on the other side of her, and she glanced up to find him staring down at her, his expression stormy, his mouth tight. “Do you want to?”

  “I don’t know,” she answered honestly.

  “Suck his cock while you fuck her with it,” the man suggested. Michaela whirled around to stare at him. “I’d like to watch. I’d like to invite the both of you to join us.”

  Austin rubbed his hand across his erection, and she knew he liked that idea. What man wouldn’t? Of course, putting on a show for this man, a man she didn’t know but found arousing, sexy, would be crazy.

  And exciting. Terribly, terribly exciting.

  “Please,” the woman whimpered from the bed and all three of them startled at the sound of her voice. She hadn’t spoken all night, but she must’ve broke because once she started she didn’t want to stop. “Please fuck me. I’m begging you.”

  She continued her soft begging and the man comforted her, rubbing the inside of her thighs, tapping her clit with his finger. He took the flogger from Michaela and flipped it so she held the bundle of leather straps, and she pushed it toward the woman’s open pussy, her hand shaking.

  She was nervous. She’d never done something like this in her life, certainly had never been with a woman before in such a sexual manner. And she didn’t want to hurt this woman, didn’t want to screw it up.