by Tina Donahue
He growled and grasped her head.
She talked around his nut. “This isn’t good either?”
“Not. Now.”
Then when? She released him and looked up. “What’s the matter?”
He pointed his finger at her. “I call the shots.”
“Okay.” She licked his digit.
Laughter bubbled from him. He killed it. “Straddle me, your back to my front.”
No one had to draw her a picture. She’d learned about sixty-nine in high school, despite her parents sending her to a conservative academy. Little did they know she and her BFFs bought trashy novels at the mall bookstore and read them in the girls’ john, educating themselves in a way their teachers never would. “You sure you want me to be on top?”
He gave her a pissy look.
She lifted her hands. “Just asking. I know how you enjoy control.”
“Spanking too, if you don’t behave.”
That was a given. “Later. In the next room.”
His Dom act fell away, curiosity glinting in his eyes. “What room do you mean?”
“The one we’re all going to after this.” Offering nothing further, she turned her back on him, straddled his legs, and slid down, stopping when her face was above his dick and nuts, and her pussy hovered near his mouth.
A feral noise poured from his throat. He grasped her hips. “Come here.”
Yessir. She lowered her cunt to him, but raced ahead and took his cock into her mouth.
Max bit back a shout at his rod sinking clear to her tonsils, her nose resting on his balls.
Fuck, shit, damn, crap.
She was going to pissing kill him.
Her moans alone could wake Devlin and Andy. “Quiet.”
No dice. She grunted, growled, sucked his cock, and fondled his balls.
His vision blurred. For a second everything went dark.
He should have shackled her hands and feet to the bed before starting this.
She licked him furiously and tongued his most sensitive area.
Gah. Afraid he’d lose his wad at her next touch, he smacked her ass.
The crack thundered through the gazebo.
He froze, terrified he’d hurt her. Sweat popped out on his chest.
She swayed her ass—her pussy going left and right above his face—then let out a whimper loud enough to stir the dead.
“Jacquie.” He smacked her ass again, but kept his voice low. “If you want me to eat you, stop wiggling and making so much noise.”
A mannequin couldn’t have been as silent or as motionless, even her fondling and licking had ceased.
Resuming her sub status, she lowered her pussy to his mouth.
This was more like it. Filling himself with her scent, he drove his tongue into her cunt, tasting her salty moisture, and licked her nub.
She trembled.
He eased his face away, denying her pleasure, a warning for her to keep still and quiet, or she’d never get relief.
She lowered herself farther, urging him to take her.
He wouldn’t.
Her breathing quickened. She stroked his balls tentatively and lapped pre-cum from the slit in his crown.
Every hair on him shot to attention, but he forced himself not to react.
She looked over her shoulder at him.
He stared back, as he figured a Dom would.
She mouthed, ‘Sorry’, resumed her position but didn’t take his balls or dick into her mouth.
Hell, he hadn’t wanted her playing dead. He elevated his hips as best he could, pushing his boner and nuts toward her. “Go on. Do your thing. But not one fucking sound. Got it?”
She blew him a kiss then took his right ball into her mouth.
His head fell back. Tortured by need, he enjoyed her as she did him, suckling her clit and slipping his fingers into her cunt as she took his balls and dick as deep as she could.
Moans and whimpers spilled from her, defying his previous command. At this point, he didn’t have enough resolve or energy to complain. Her pussy tasted too fine, her scent astounded, her softness and heat everything he wished for tonight. Except for the room she promised to take him to later.
Only an aspiring romance author would know what she meant.
It had better be good, but couldn’t possibly compete with this.
She ate him with more gusto than the finest food, placing her licks on the pleasure point behind his crown.
He did the same with her nub, tempting then deserting it. Returning to do the same.
Seconds and minutes melted together, then passed unnoticed. They’d wrapped themselves in their own paradise, and he wasn’t eager to leave it.
She, however, eased away whenever things got too intense.
He pulled her back, swatted her ass, and went at her with everything he had, offering no escape.
She did the same to him.
They writhed, panted, and shattered.
She cried out.
His climax gripped him by the balls and didn’t let go, his cum spurting into her mouth.
Rather than beg off as some women would, she drank her fill, then licked him, cleaning off the remnants of his passion, her actions proving she wasn’t putting on. She liked the man he was.
He wanted to cradle her close and talk as he hadn’t before, but stupid fatigue blanketed him, making speech difficult, movement unlikely. He patted her ass, hoping his meager gesture would be enough.
She dropped over his legs and crawled toward him, her face next to his. “Thanks. I liked the spanking.”
Tell me something I don’t know. He managed a smile and repressed a yawn. “Can’t wait to get to the other room. Before we do, can I read more of your texts?”
She kissed his cheek. “With your eyes closed?”
He hadn’t noticed his lids were down. He opened them or rather tried. They stuck together. “You could read what you wrote to me, if you don’t mind. I swear I won’t fall asleep.”
“It’s okay if you do.” She stroked his eyebrows, nose, mouth, and throat.
The tingling felt good, but didn’t rouse him to full-alert. “Tell you what. If I do pass out, kick my nuts to wake me.”
“Ew. That’s a little extreme, don’t you think?” She touched her lips to his. “Should I wear my heels or not when I do it?”
He laughed, surprised he could. “Your choice.”
“My turn.”
Max held back a groan at Devlin’s comment. He would wake now and try to claim Jacquie for himself. Given his listlessness, Max couldn’t stop him, nor would Andy since he was still out. Although Max’s cock and other muscles were as limp as overcooked noodles, he still resisted Devlin’s order. “Jacquie and I aren’t through yet.”
Sucking noises and moans sounded. She and Devlin making out.
An objection rose in Max’s throat but never made it past his lips.
His world went quiet and dark.
Devlin couldn’t believe he’d slept so long. Condom wrappers littered the bed. When he awoke, Max and Jacquie had been going at each other like Tasmanian devils. And making similar noises as those creatures while they ate each other.
Even if Devlin had her cunt first, that didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed what the other guys had enjoyed.
He kissed her hard, his brutal grip unwilling to let her go.
She grasped his hair and pressed her cunt against his dick.
Okay, she liked this. It didn’t scratch the surface of what he felt. For some reason, she’d gotten under his skin, and in such a short period, making him reluctant to share her. Hell, he wouldn’t be happy until she noticed and longed for him first, Andy and Max a distant second and third.
Not Devlin’s usual response.
Since he’d met them as a kid, they’d been more like brothers to him than any he might have had. He’d take a goddamn bullet for them, but no pissing way did he want them horning in on this.
His kiss grew base and uncontrolled, her teeth cu
tting into his lower lip. Didn’t matter. Even if he bled, this was fucking worth it.
He and Jacquie enjoyed each other until they needed air, his pulse pounding in his temples, excitement burning his skin. He caught enough breath to keep conscious and speak. “We need a rubber.”
The second he tried to push up, she clutched his shoulders, refusing to let him. “Not yet.”
Hardly the answer he’d expected. “Even if you’re protected, me going into you raw isn’t wise.”
She curled her upper lip. “Are you actually mansplaining sexual responsibility to me? A woman?”
Not any longer. “I meant no harm.” He lifted his hands in surrender. “When you said ‘not yet’, I figured… I guessed… I…” He huffed out a breath. “I’m not following what you meant. Care to tell me?”
She licked his lower lip.
It tickled. He worked his mouth to stop it. “Is that a yes or a no?”
“Neither. You’ve already been inside me.” She hurried off him. “I haven’t eaten you yet and I’m hungry.”
“Good. Turn around…” He showed her how, using his finger. “Climb on and we’ll take up where you and Max left off.”
“You watched?”
“Your shouting woke me. I couldn’t help it.” He patted his thighs. “Hop on.”
“Nope.” She pressed her face into his thick curls and sniffed.
Although he liked her style, enthusiasm, and abandon, he wanted to taste her too. “Wait.”
“Sorry, I can’t. Discipline me for it later.” She took his cock in fast and deep.
His dick blossomed so quickly his breath snagged and refused to return. He opened his mouth to tell her to stop, but only a wheeze spilled out.
She stroked his thighs.
They trembled.
She squeezed his balls lightly.
The damn things boogied in her palm.
He gripped the sheet and tugged, tearing it from the bed. Didn’t help his situation or restore his calm. She took his ball in so fully, the heat within her mouth intensified, making him pant. If he could have gone farther, he would have.
Her hair glided over his legs, adding new delight, a faint stroking to match her lightest touch. She smelled fantastic, her natural musk touched by the scent of sex and her flowery fragrance.
She pursed her lips around his left ball, holding it still.
Good thing. He shivered, ready to jump out of his skin.
With his nut trapped, she licked its lightly furred contours, her tongue tracing them, then offered a gentle suckle.
His brain stopped working, dazed at what she did, too many feelings converging for him to catch up.
He knew some women like men’s nuts, but this? She had everyone else beat, and no way was he sorry this worked out as it had. Her tending him was what the Dom-sub relationship was about.
Content to let her handle the work—even if that made him a prick—he settled in for the full monty. He’d make up for his selfishness later, and do her as she’d never been done before.
She finished with his first ball and pleasured the other.
Unimaginable feelings hurtled through him, knocked him on his ass, and wrung him dry. He gagged, coughed, then quieted, hoping she wouldn’t stop.
She loved his dick, licking his length as she might an ice cream cone, swirling her tongue over the crown, tasting his pre-cum.
She made a pleased sound. No BS. The most honest reaction he’d witnessed in a long time.
His heart returned to its previous state, wanting to open to her. He closed it quickly, concentrating on the sex, which didn’t take much effort.
Her gentle then firm licks, breathtaking heat, and sincere desire turned his mind to mush and drained his strength. Having no choice, he gave himself over to her.
She focused on nothing except him.
Sweat rolled down his face and chest. His pulse quickened to the point each beat slammed into the other. His mouth dried. Heat and need prickled his skin. Round and round the room twirled, no different from an out-of-control carousal.
A climax rammed into him, its arrival so fierce he flinched. Powerful emotions followed: surprise, pleasure, contentment, joy.
Affection.
No, no, no. He pushed tenderness aside and focused on delight. The world spinning. Heat crashing into him and retreating. His muscles locked then relaxed to a point he couldn’t work them.
His balls contracted and delivered his cum to her precious mouth.
She drank it without quarrel, as she’d done for Max and, he supposed, Andy. Giving everything she had and then some.
Wilted, he enjoyed her licking him clean.
After lapping his crown a final time, she looked at him and smiled. “Any complaints?”
He liked her too much and fell deeper by the minute. Afraid his voice might give away his fucked-up emotions, he gestured her to him.
She snuggled against his chest, her cheek on his shoulder. “Is this okay? The way I am?”
Better than he’d expected, more than he should want. Telling her he preferred sleeping without her clinging to him would be the best thing to do.
Except he couldn’t hurt her feelings. Yeah, sure. He didn’t want her to leave.
Maybe he should split Just as soon as he had enough stamina to get dressed. He could wait in the limo with the driver while Max and Andy finished out the night.
And spent time with her.
Devlin’s stomach clenched. Annoyed at his stupid feelings, he held her firmer than necessary. “What’s this room you and Max were talking about?”
She turned her face to his, her gaze cool. “You were eavesdropping?”
“Seriously?” He gestured to the bed. “This thing is large, but it’s not a football field.”
She laughed. “After everyone rests, we’ll go to the next attraction.”
He didn’t see how anything could top the gazebo. The festive lights made the scene more beautiful than it probably was. The fog afforded privacy, the spectators’ window hidden from view, as this gazebo was from them. Although Devlin had never been a modest man and loved pushing the envelope when it came to his music or sex, he did enjoy private time with a woman.
If she was the right one.
Jacquie pressed closer, her heat seeping into him, his into her. “It’s another new room I thought up. With any luck, it’ll get your creative juices flowing for your next album.”
He had no doubt. Mere minutes had passed since she’d had his nuts and cock in her mouth, and already he missed her loving him.
His dick grew hard again.
Chapter 5
Back in her black gown and heels, Jacquie waited for her guys to get decent. Although nudity was welcomed and expected in the various rooms—and for the ‘slave’ during her auction—it wasn’t allowed when guests journeyed from activity to activity.
Pity. Andy, Max, and Devlin should never have to cover themselves.
Max’s ass couldn’t have been tighter, his hairy thighs and calves brawny, feet large. He donned his pants, shoes, shirt, and jacket, stuffing his socks, tie, and navy boxer briefs in his pockets.
Good man. The less he wore, the better she liked it.
Devlin followed suit, not bothering to close his shirt since several buttons were missing, the gap between the fabric revealing his bronze chest.
Her pulse ticked up, his sculpted muscles calling to everything female within her, the hair in his pits and on his groin far darker than his blond locks, a difference that suited him well.
She adored the chestnut curls between Andy’s legs, and the hair trickling south from beneath his navel, pointing the way to his musky thatch, luscious cock, and pendulous balls.
Her pussy ached for each guy, moisture bathing her sheath, preparing for their dicks. The moment couldn’t arrive soon enough, every minute denied their touch was excruciating.
Finished, they faced her.
Devlin lifted his eyebrows. “Where to now?”
; A place like none they’d seen. When she’d envisioned the room where they’d next play, she’d let her imagination run wild. She’d even floored Bree and earned a substantial bonus for her smutty ideas. “Follow me.”
Her heels clicked on the hall floor. Behind her, their shoes slapped. She didn’t speak, hoping her silence built tension, curiosity, and expectation within them.
Upon reaching the outer hall, the guys glanced to the right, that direction leading to the staircase or elevator for access to the upstairs rooms. There, patrons turned their backs on civilization, pressing responsibilities, and restrictive moral codes to satiate their primordial sides, giving into animal urges and uncensored lust.
She directed Max, Andy, and Devlin to three doors on the left and chose the middle one. Steps descended to a lower level, the passage narrow, electric candles spread farther apart than in the previous hall, bobbing flames scarcely eating away the dark. Midway, she paused and glanced back to gauge their reactions.
Each man took her in, their erections pressed against their flies, the surroundings generating the right mood.
Hunger smoldered in their eyes. Even sweet Andy resembled a beast on the hunt, his tangled locks giving him a primitive appearance, no different from Max and Devlin.
Her bones softened. Staying upright became an effort, but she suffered through her wait to have them and proceeded down the stairway to another door.
When they joined her, she gripped the knob, but didn’t turn it. “Are you ready for this?”
Andy and Max nodded.
Devlin crossed his arms. “What is it?”
An experience they weren’t likely to forget. “We’ve named it the Black Room.”
She opened the door onto a space decorated solely in onyx, the floor marble, walls papered in satin, black candles bearing electric flames casting enough light to see but offering no comfort. Menace hung in the air, passion too for those who enjoyed bondage, subjugation, and punishment.
Discipline tools hung on the wall and lay on black wrought-iron counters, rubbers and other supplies nearby.
Numerous benches, chairs, and tables furnished the room, shackles available on each to secure a woman in place for whatever her Dom or Doms craved.
