by C. M. Albert
“I want it, Austin,” she said, panting. Her plump ass was pushed as close as she could get, his cock cushioned between her cheeks as she rubbed up and down.
“I want to hear it,” he said, leaning over and squeezing her tits. He placed the tip of his head right at her opening and massaged it back and forth. “What do you want, gorgeous?”
“I want your cock, Austin! You know what I want, damn it,” she moaned, pushing against him.
“That’s my girl,” he said, letting her slide her hot pussy down the length of his shaft. She moaned when she hit his base, her bottom pressed firmly against Austin’s flat abs. He parted her cheeks so he could see her wrapped around his cock with her slick vaginal walls. She was so fucking tight.
His once-tired muscles were now relaxed from her expert massage, and his thighs flexed as he bent them, driving into her. Jade held onto the rim of the tub for stability, even as she pushed her hips back, inviting him in deeper.
Though she was curvy, her waist was narrow, giving her body an hourglass shape and something for Austin to hold onto. He took advantage of it, wrapping his hands around her torso as he found a steady rhythm, the bubbles making their bodies slick as he bounced against her relentlessly. She never missed a beat, throwing her head back and arching into him to meet him thrust for thrust. He nearly lost his mind watching that sexy-as-fuck hair bounce against her ass every time he pushed deep inside her.
He was so close to coming, but he wanted more. So much more. He pulled out and turned her over so she faced him.
She pouted. “Hey, I quite enjoyed that.”
He leaned her back until she was sitting in the same spot he had been just moments before. “Then you’ll like this even more,” he growled. He sank to his knees and threw her legs over his shoulders. There was nothing he loved more than a hot, wet pussy. He leaned forward, savoring her scent as he took the first stroke with his tongue. God, she is soaked.
He pushed farther into her with his face, bathing her with his mouth, his tongue. Jade clutched the side of the tub as she lifted her hips to meet his mouth, pushing hard against his rapid ministrations. Her legs shook against his head, but he wouldn’t let go. He wrapped his mouth around her clit and sucked harder. She couldn’t move because her back was pressed against the wall, but her body writhed from the sheer agony of the pleasure. He was relentless, knowing she was so close. Her hips wiggled, the sensation riding the line between being too intense and wanting to explode all over his face. He knew that wiggle. He also knew to stay course.
His tongue flicked back and forth over her swollen clit until, finally, she exploded, letting him taste her even richer delights as she cried out in pleasure. Her fingers were knotted in his hair as she rode out the orgasm, his tongue still lapping at her sensitive nub.
“God, Austin,” she said, her body quivering as the aftershocks raced through her. “Just—oh my God,” she laughed shakily. “I don’t even want to know where you learned how in the hell to do that.” She pulled him up, taking his mouth in hers.
“But I’m so glad you did,” she said, grinning.
He gave her a moment for her heart rate to settle, then offered a hand to help her up.
“Austin, our time’s going to be over soon. I want to bring you pleasure before it does.”
“Jade, you already have. But don’t worry—I’m not leaving without finishing this.” His deep blue eyes pierced hers as he lifted her up and carried her from the tub. They were dripping wet, but he didn’t care. He carried her across the room to the large white bed and set her down gently, turning her over so her ass was in the air like a juicy, ripe invitation. He groaned. He’d been wanting to do this from the moment she dropped her robe.
“Have you ever been taken in the backside, Jade?”
She shook her head no against the soft pillows, whimpering just a little.
Austin was surprised, but undeterred. He slowly slid inside her wet pussy, getting himself nice and slick first. He wrapped his arms under her chest so he could cup her shoulders and drive even deeper. She moaned, her body arching against his in desire as he drove into her hard, one slow thrust at a time.
Her ass was too tempting, though, so plump and pliable. “I want to fuck you in the ass, Jade,” he growled, biting her ear. “Will you let me have that pleasure of yours for the first time?” She pressed her bottom against him in response, slowly rotating her hips in a seductive rhythm.
“I need to hear you say it, Jade.”
“Yes, Austin. I’m all yours. If it pleases you, then I want you to take me that way. Just go easy, okay?”
Austin swallowed, hard. It would be difficult to go easy with such a beautiful woman offering him such a sacred gift—but he would try. He pulled her hips up, continuing to drive himself in and out of her sweet pussy to relax her. He licked his fingers, using them to wet the small, tight opening that stared at him from above his cock. It was so pink, so fresh.
Slowly, he slid from within her and placed his wet cock between her butt cheeks, rubbing himself against her to prepare her. He held one of her hips as he guided himself to her small opening. Pressing the tip of his cock against her, he slowly pushed forward.
Jade gasped when his head breeched her backside. When she clenched, Austin groaned, eager to push all the way inside to feel that extreme pressure wrapped firmly around his shaft. But he eased in slowly, leaning over to rub her clit as he did.
“There’s no way to do this without a little pain, Jade. It’s just like losing your virginity. Are you ready?” He kissed her back, running his hand up and down her soft skin.
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
She screamed out loud as he entered her, slowly driving down until he was fully settled inside. “Oh. My. God,” she moaned, her legs shaking.
“The worst is over. Now it’s all pleasure,” he said. He lifted his chest off her back and sat up tall, gripping her hips as he slowly rocked back and forth, finding a gentle rhythm. Every time he slid deeper, she pushed back, greedily taking in more of him.
He split her cheeks open so he could watch himself slide in and out; it was impossibly tight and sexier than hell—her letting him take her this way. He wasn’t going to last long after all of their earlier play. He increased his rhythm, pumping into her with more vigor.
“Oh my God, Austin. Yes, fuck me!” She pushed back with equal exuberance, sending him spiraling toward the edge.
It was hearing her scream his name in pleasure that ripped through him. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had screamed his real name while he was fucking her. His body shook as he let out a loud bellow, releasing his hot seed inside of her ass. God it felt good not to have to pull out.
Jade was spent, her body shaking from the exertion of being taken that way.
“I’m sorry, Jade. Was it too much?” he asked. “You were so fucking sweet it was hard to hold back. My God, you are exquisite.” He lay down on the bed next to her, stroking her long hair as her breathing evened.
“That was”—she paused, searching for the right word—“exhilarating. It made me feel deliciously dirty and wanton. I loved it, Austin.” Her jewel-toned eyes were bright with passion as she looked up at him from beneath a wisp of her coppery brown hair. He reached out and slid the long strand behind her ear.
“I wish I could explore more of this play with you,” she admitted. “Especially if it pleases you as much as it does me.”
“Ah, Jade,” he groaned, rolling onto his back, “it pleases me. More than you know. You would make an amazing submissive.” He threw his arm over his eyes, his cock growing hard again just thinking about it. “If only there were time.”
“I want to be taught by you, Austin,” she whispered. “I know nothing about being a submissive, but I want to be yours.”
He rolled over, growling as he took her hair in his hand and kissed her, hard. “You don’t know what you’re asking, Jade.”
“I think I do, Austin,” she said quietly, looking up from under long las
hes. “And it’s Becca. My real name is Becca.”
“Becca,” he breathed out. “I like that. You know it’s forbidden, right? Seeing each other again. The White Room isn’t a brothel. It’s a fantasy. Once and done. Even if I wanted to, you’re not mine to have.”
“I understand the consequences, Austin. But I would break the rules for you,” she said quietly. “I know that what you showed me is just the tip of your passion. I know you were going easy on me because I asked you to.”
She sat up and straddled him. “Next time, I would ask you not to hold back. I would rather die from exhausted passion than live a life with mediocre sex.”
Suddenly, Austin’s body was no longer tired. He looked up at this beautiful woman above him—Becca—her hair falling down around her ripe body like Guinevere. He knew he would do whatever it took to possess her. Fully possess her. He knew from her temperament today that she would be strong, like the toughest steel; yet, when heated properly, she would be malleable and melt, bending to his every desire. And he had so much more to teach her. Being dominated in the White Room was hardly the same as a true dom/sub relationship. It was about so much more than just his cock. A partnership like that was about facing your vulnerability and breaking down the walls that caged you.
When you know what binds you, you know what sets you free.
He reached over, pulling a condom from the bedside table and rolling it on. He wasted no time lifting Becca up and sliding her back down onto his hard cock until she sat firmly on his stomach, taking him all the way in. She gasped with pure pleasure, dropping her head back and slowly rolling her torso and hips in a seductive rhythm that had Austin spellbound. He wasn’t sure who was really in control at the moment as Becca cupped her large breasts and began trotting up and down on his cock, whipping him into a frenzy.
But he knew what he liked, and that was to be in control. He didn’t need his high-powered job to find that kind of power. No, he would find it elsewhere. And it began with Becca.
He gripped her hips hard, stopping her. “My brother Asher is a lawyer,” he said, no longer pumping inside of her. She pouted prettily, trying to roll her hips again to stir him. He gripped her hips harder, pinching the flesh. “I’ve never had a proper submissive outside of the White Room, Becca. You will be my first. But my family is well respected in this community. You will need to sign the confidentiality agreement my brother draws up. Then, I will show you everything you desire—and more. You are destined for far greater than mediocre sex, my love.”
Desire clouded her vibrant green eyes as she realized Austin was willing to break the rules and suffer the consequences for her too. It was quickly replaced with white hot lust.
“You will be mine, Becca,” Austin said, thrusting up inside of her as far as he could go. “And you will call me Sir.”
7
Vironica
VIRONICA MASON STILL considered herself an amateur when it came to the White Room. Her last visit had gone exceptionally well with the Wells boy. Asher. Yes, Asher had been more than delightful. She had no intention of ever dating again after the death of her husband Tommy, so the White Room was her escape. Her way to stay sane in an otherwise overscheduled, over-pampered life. Even women of class had itches they needed scratched.
Today she was fulfilling a longtime dream of hers, but she wasn’t entirely confident she had the guts to see it through. Vironica had always been the sweet one. A southern-born lady of means. The wives in her social circle would full on seize if they saw her today. The last time she’d visited the White Room, she’d stuck to a comfortable theme: the Kentucky Derby. The wide-brimmed hat had hidden her identity for a while, until she realized the man she was about to fuck was a high-school friend of her daughter. That might shame some women, but not Vironica. If she couldn’t have Tommy, she wanted ’em young. Someone completely unsuitable for her real life.
No attachments. Ever.
Vironica stood in the center of the living room, facing the double doors where her submissive would enter. She’d never before explored sex from the lens of dominating someone else. But, lately, she felt compelled to take control. After she lost Tommy, her world had shattered. Grief clung to her every day, often ending in Ambien and more wine than she cared to admit. But ever since the White Room, she’d begun to cut back on numbing out, choosing instead to live with eyes wide open.
Darling Asher had given her the confidence she needed to explore her sexuality again. That man had made her toes curl in ways she didn’t even realize were possible. She’d loved Tommy with all of her heart, but because of his long battle with cancer, their toe-curling days were a long-forgotten memory.
Vironica adjusted her arm-length black leather gloves, gripping the metal handle of the riding crop she was holding. She was a born-and-bred equestrian, after all, and old habits died hard.
Her nearly four-inch black leather stiletto boots hugged her petite calves, making them sweat. But they were worth every fucking penny. If her ensemble didn’t say “I will own you,” then nothing would. Even if she were shaking inside, Vironica knew she looked every inch the classy, seductive dominatrix.
The door opened and a man walked in. Where Asher had been fair and preppy, this was a man’s man. His broad chest and shoulders looked more like wings than flesh. There was not an ounce of fat lining his washboard abs. Vironica was soaked with arousal just from seeing the strapping man before her with nothing more on than jeans, a blindfold, and a thick collar. He took twenty steps in—exactly as she’d instructed—then sank to his knees on the plush, white carpet and waited, silent.
This was a thrill Vironica had never imagined herself indulging in, but seeing this man subservient to her was more than she could process. She would have to go slow or her inexperience would show.
She walked slowly across the white tiled floor, letting her silver metal heels do the talking. They clicked confidently, and Vironica stopped just shy of the incredibly sexy man in front of her. His black hair was short, the scruff along his jawline just enough. She reached down and grabbed him by the jaw.
“Your name,” she commanded, trailing the riding crop over his chest.
“Callum,” he said. The remnants of a Scottish accent sent shivers over her body, her flesh pebbling at the seductive rise and fall of his deep voice.
“You will call me Mistress while we are together. Do you understand, Callum? If you call me anything else, or do anything I do not command, I will punish you with my riding crop. Are we clear?”
A cocky grin spread over Callum’s face. “What if I like to be punished, Mistress?”
She wasted no time raising the riding crop and stinging his stomach with a sharp thwap of the folded leather end. “Oh, you will be punished, Callum, because I know you’ve been a very naughty boy. Have you touched yourself without my permission?”
“I have, Mistress. Many times.”
Vironica grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to a stand. “Take your jeans off, Callum. Let me make sure they sent someone worth my time.”
“I’m sure I’ll meet your needs, Mistress,” he answered, unzipping his jeans at an excruciatingly slow pace. Her heart hammered against her tight leather bodice. Her breasts were pushed to perfection in the strapless black top, making her look larger than she actually was. It empowered her.
Callum slid his jeans down to the floor and stood, his hands waiting behind his back. Vironica gasped when she saw the size of the Scotsman before her, biting the inside of her lip in glee. He was certainly the most well-endowed man she’d ever been with.
“You’ll do,” she said. She fingered the long pearl necklace that rode between the center of her breasts and over the top of her black leather bodice.
She walked around Callum, inspecting him from every angle. She was dripping with anticipation and almost didn’t know where to start. “Lie down, on your stomach,” she commanded.
Callum dropped to his knees before he slowly lowered himself to the floor. Vironica stood o
ver him, relishing the tight, hard ass that greeted her. She wanted to bite it, she discovered, and vowed to make time for that. She stepped her foot up onto the hard, round curve of his butt, jamming the sharp metal heel into his skin. “What is your weakness, Callum?”
He licked his lips, never once mentioning the sharp heel on his backside. “My weakness is confident women, Mistress.”
Vironica smiled. That wasn’t the answer she was expecting, but she would deliver. He needn’t know the confidence was fought for every day after her husband’s death. She used her foot to turn him over, once again admiring the long, thick shaft before her. Vironica wasn’t sure she could accommodate the man’s girth, but she’d be happy trying.
She walked until she stood directly over him, then commanded him to remove the eyes mask. Vironica remembered Asher doing the very same thing and chuckled to herself. Damn if he wasn’t right. She wanted to look Callum in the eyes when she owned his body.
She wasn’t prepared for the heat that oozed down her chest and pooled in her belly when their eyes met. His were a dark blue. Water she wanted to drink from. He was so impossibly sexy she couldn’t get her bearings.
She placed her spiked heel on his inside thigh, pressing hard near his groin. His gaze never wavered from hers, but white heat seared his eyes. She pressed down harder, thrilled when his cock responded. “What’s your greatest pleasure, Callum?”
“Isn’t this about your pleasure, Mistress?” he challenged.
“And so it is,” she murmured. “Touch yourself, Callum. I want to watch you stroke yourself.”
Callum reached his large hand down, working his thick shaft. Vironica grew even wetter, needing to find her release.
“You look like you need something, Mistress. Tell me what you want.”
Vironica swallowed, watching the slow sliding of skin on skin as Callum stroked himself. “What do you get from this, Callum?” she asked suddenly. She couldn’t help herself. She understood what she was getting from the arrangement, but she didn’t understand why someone like Callum was here.
