by Cathryn Cade
He tugged her up on her hands and knees, and before she knew it, he was showing her exactly how he wanted her, and she was obeying. She perched astride his hard thighs, facing him.
Daisy tipped her head down, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to catch her breath. She was as exhausted as if she’d been working out or running. She braced one palm on his leather-covered chest, just needing a moment to get herself together, deal with the shock of letting her naughty, twisted side take over…in public. Her pussy was still pulsing with need, wanting more of what he’d given her, and that was just so wrong. Had she really just allowed him to do that to her?
But his hands, big and hot and calloused, closed on the sides of her head. “That’s a really pretty pose for a sub,” he said. “But your ruffled daisy-petal hair is not what I want to see right now.” His hands tightening, Dack tipped her head up so she had to face him. She opened her eyes, stared at his bearded jaw, biting her lip. Was that a smug, snarky grin that said she was easy prey and he had her number?
“Look at me, Petal,” he commanded. “No, really look at me.”
She did. He was smiling, all right, but it was a look of…pride. In her? His eyes were warm, and his thumbs caressed her cheeks, a slow, tender sweep as he looked into her eyes.
“I’m proud of you, Petal. You did good, real good. You have no idea how hot and sexy you are when you come.”
Daisy searched his eyes. “I—I am?”
He raised one heavy, arching brow, his smile slipping. “You doubt my word?”
Before conscious thought could drive it, her head shook quickly. “No.”
He nodded, once. “Good. Now look around you. You see anyone who doesn’t look like they got off on watching you come?”
Daisy froze. She’d actually almost forgotten they were surrounded by other people, watching. And he was taking his hands away, lowering them to her bare thighs, so she couldn’t hide in his grasp.
“Look, Petal.” A direct command.
Her face flaming with embarrassment all over again, Daisy turned her attention away from his bearded face.
A couple stood behind him, to the right. The man smiled at Daisy over his date’s head, while he—oh, geez, he had his hand up inside her short leather dress, and he was playing with her, her legs spread, her head arched back against his chest, her eyes glazed. Okay, they’d enjoyed watching her.
Daisy looked farther and blinked. A guy, a dom, obviously, was unzipping his date’s skirt. As Daisy watched, he bent her over the nearest bar table, and proceeded to spank her bare, plump ass. She jerked in his grasp, but her face held a look of pleasure, and she was gazing around to see who was watching her.
And, oh God, was that slim little redhead really going to—yes, she was kneeling before her date right at the end of the sofa, taking his cock in her mouth right where everyone could see. He held her head with his fingers speared into her long hair, and he was grinning at Dack.
Daisy heard a smack and a sharp squeal behind her. Clutching Dack’s vest for balance, she twisted on his thighs to watch.
Mason had his date draped over his lap, her dress open, and he was spanking her, on her front. What the hell? He gave her a sharp smack on the front of her bare thigh, and she squirmed, whimpering with pleasure. Smiling at Daisy, he smacked her again, right on her mons. The blonde arched in his arms, opening her thighs farther.
Dack chuckled. “Oh, we’ll try that another time, Petal. But now”—he tapped his hand imperatively on her bare thigh—“I want your attention on me.”
Daisy turned back to him, hiding the fact her world was rocking on its axis, about to topple right off. “You sure are bossy. You really like this dom stuff, don’t you?”
He grinned at her, his hands sliding up to her hips, his thumbs doing that caressing thing again, this time on the tender bare skin of her groin, just above her mons. “Yes, I do. And you seem to like being a sub. Don’t you?”
She looked down at her hand clutching at his vest. She forced herself to let go. She didn’t need to be hanging on to him like a lifeline. And she wasn’t admitting anything…yet.
Dack’s hand lifted to cup the back of her neck and tightened.
She looked at him in shock. His smile was gone, his eyes narrowed. “I’m getting tired of repeating myself, Petal.” He flicked a look down at her throat and back to her eyes. “When you put that collar on, you agreed to be my sub. Now, I’m holding up my end of the deal. Are you?”
Daisy fumbled for words, her heart thumping. “Um—what do you mean?”
One side of his mouth lifted in derision. “Answering a question with a question doesn’t cut it. Daisy, if you can’t be honest with me, and with yourself, this isn’t gonna work. Now I’m gonna ask you one more time. Do you like being my sub?”
His hand gentled, caressing her nape as if he couldn’t have his hands on her and not pet her. Pleasure rippled through her skin. She nodded shyly.
“Out loud for me, Petal.”
Daisy took a deep breath. “I like…being a sub.” Oh God, she’d said it. Heat flushed down over her throat and cleavage.
“Whose sub?” he pushed, his hand tightening.
“Yours.” Her mouth trembled, and she bit her lip to hide the sudden, visceral reaction
“And do you like it when I make you do what I want?”
“Yes. I…I like it when you—when you tell me what to do.” Oh, crap, she was going to cry again. How the hell had her emotions gotten tied up in this? It was just supposed to be fun sex.
“Ah, come here.” He tugged, and she obeyed, leaning forward to lie on his chest, her head on his shoulder, her face against his throat.
She wriggled closer, soaking in the heat of his smooth skin. He smelled so good, and he was so big, so powerful, he made her feel small and feminine and safe. No longer exposed, as she had been while admitting to her desires, and having him fulfill some of them.
He hugged her close, his big hands stroking her back, her ass. Ouch, even though it hurt when he stroked where he’d spanked her, she loved being held this way, her face buried in his throat, where she could inhale his scent. He smelled so good she wanted to lick him up, starting with the strong column of his throat.
Behind her, more smacks and more whimpering.
“Mason, buddy, you’ve got a treasure there,” Dack approved over her head.
“I know it,” Mason agreed. “She’s gonna come in a minute, aren’t you, baby?”
Dack squeezed Daisy’s ass, soothing the sore places he’d spanked. He cocked his head, his mouth close to her ear, his voice a deep, sexy rasp, his breath warm and moist. “I’d love to make you come again, Petal. With me buried deep inside you.”
She shivered, and he nipped at her earlobe, his beard tickling her ear. “You gonna let me fuck you, little sub? Nice and hard and long, the way we both want it? Gonna let me pound into you until your pussy creams around me and you can’t say anything but my name?”
Holy geez, he was a poet. An extremely naughty one, but Daisy swore he could make her come just talking to her this way. She was tight with need again, and she couldn’t resist moving subtly on him, rubbing herself against the huge, rigid shape under his leathers.
She nodded.
He smacked her ass, stinging her tender flesh. “Out loud, sub.”
Oh God, she was so bent to love him ordering her to voice her desires that way. She lifted her head, her mouth close to his ear, bared by his ponytail. “I want you to—to fuck me, Dack.”
She didn’t even care where, just some dark room in this place where they could be alone.
Behind them, Mason spoke, his gravelly voice commanding. “Come, baby. Come for me.” A high wail rose in answer, a raw sexual sound of release, of ecstasy. Daisy’s hands clenched on Dack’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
He went rigid under her, his broad chest expanding with a deep breath. He let go of her ass and thrust one hand between them.
Oh God, he was going to unfas
ten his leathers right here. Daisy sat up abruptly. “Oh no, I didn’t mean here.”
The look in his narrowed eyes froze the words in her throat. A hot, dangerous look that matched his short, quick movements as he unfastened his leathers and tugged them open, baring his groin—to her and to anyone else who wanted to look.
“You liked being watched,” he told her. “So do I. I like it a lot, Daisy.”
He stroked his hand over himself, and Daisy could no more help watching than she could help breathing. Oh, he was beautiful. Raw, male power, rampant and unashamed. His cock thrust out of the dark leathers and the nest of dark hair dusting his groin. He was huge. Huge and hot and sexy. She hadn’t seen any cock up close for nearly a year, and never one this big.
Without asking, without thinking, she reached for him. His hand grabbed her wrist, and he held it, inches away from him.
She looked up, surprised. Guys loved having a woman’s hands on their equipment.
“Ask before you touch, sub,” he ordered.
Okay, that should piss her off. It was obvious he wanted her to touch him, or he wouldn’t be letting the big guy out to play. But once again, his complete control excited her, pleased the new, bad Daisy.
She looked at him through her lashes. “Please, may I touch you, Dack?”
He gave her back the same roguish look. It was funny and sexy on his hard, bearded face. “I don’t know, Petal. You haven’t even kissed me yet, and you want in my pants?”
Her heart leapt even as she giggled, surprising herself. Kiss him? She loved kissing, and she’d been wanting to feel that beard on her skin since she first saw him. The fact that he was willing to stop for a smooch when he was obviously so ready to do more was just sweet.
She leaned forward and then stopped, remembering. Well, heck, if she had to ask for whatever she wanted from him, might as well have fun with it. She put out the tip of her tongue to lick her lower lip, teasing him. “Dack, may I please have a kiss?” she asked in her best Marilyn Monroe voice.
He yanked her toward him, his eyes on her mouth. She fell against him with a huff of laughter. Then he cocked his head and kissed her, and her amusement disappeared in a fog of heat.
His lips were warm and firm, his mustache and beard soft and a little scratchy against her face as he tasted her.
He drew back enough to give her a glinting look and then cocked his head the other way and came back for more. Then he opened his mouth and really kissed her, hot and slow and thoroughly. He sucked gently on her lips and then her tongue, sucking it into his mouth to play before sliding his own into her mouth and plundering her thoroughly.
Daisy hung in his arms, dizzy with pleasure as her breasts rubbed against the leather ridges of his vest, her nipples feeling the abrasion even through the thin leather of her halter.
She rubbed herself against his groin, moaning as she felt the hot silky length of his cock on her bare belly and the crease of her thigh.
He pulled back just long enough to speak. “Put your hand on me.” Then he took her mouth again, his tongue demanding entrance.
Daisy slipped her hand eagerly between them, closing it around him. Oh, so hot and thick and smooth, with all that hard, quivering muscle underneath, just ready to slide deep inside her pussy. She stroked him luxuriously, rubbing her thumb across the broad, silky head, slick with a drop of arousal, and then down to the root, running her fingertips through the short, curling hair on his groin while she sucked on his tongue.
He drew back and looked at her, his face hard, almost cruel with desire. It was a look that made her pussy melt, her mind along with it.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” he told her. “I’ve been waiting for weeks, ever since you walked into my gym.”
“Okay.” Oh God, she couldn’t wait.
He looked down at her breasts. “You have a choice, sub. You can either take that top off, or you can fuck me right here, where everyone can watch.”
Daisy froze. She couldn’t take her halter top off. She couldn’t. But, have sex here, with other couples all around them, some moaning and carrying on as they did things Daisy had only seen on Internet videos?
She started to shake her head and then stopped as his brows drew together in a frown. Oh God, she didn’t want to disappoint him, didn’t want this to be over.
She bit her lip. Could she let him inside her right here? And if she did, would she be able to look herself in the eye tomorrow? Would she ever have the courage to walk back in here and look any of these people in the eye?
Dack sighed, his broad chest rising and falling under her hand. She hadn’t even realized she had one hand on the hard, hair-covered plain. “Let me put the question this way, Daisy. Do you want me to fuck you?”
She nodded. “Yes.” But not here.
He nodded. “All right. Tonight, we’ll go somewhere private.”
She nodded, relief flooding her.
“Fasten up my leathers,” he ordered.
She did, corralling his rigid cock with difficulty. She nearly whimpered with disappointment as she finally succeeded in covering the turgid length with his leathers.
He smacked her bare ass. “Let’s go.”
Daisy slipped to the floor, and he grabbed her wrist as he stood. She saw her purse and skirt in the corner.
“My things.” He paused long enough for her to grab them.
Daisy turned to follow him but nearly tripped as she caught sight of Mason’s date, straddling his lap, naked. Oh, my God, the blonde was riding him right there, his glistening cock sliding in and out of her as she moved up and down. He held her round hips in a tight grip, his muscular body sprawled in the chair, still clothed except for his cock. His face was taut with bliss. And somehow, what they were doing wasn’t obscene at all. It was hot and gorgeous.
“That could’ve been you,” Dack said, his hand tightening on her wrist.
Confusion and lust warring inside her, Daisy followed Dack through a wide, dark archway under the stairs and past a small room with the door open where a couple was writhing on a big bed.
Dack pulled her into the next room, and the door swung shut behind them. Not all the way, she noticed from the corner of her eye. There was still a good few inches open, so that if anyone stopped in the hallway outside, they could watch what happened inside.
Dack looked from her to the door. Then he reached back and pushed it open, all the way.
“Pretty quiet back here,” he mused aloud. “For right now. ’Course, that could change.”
She looked up at him. The stinker, he knew the thought of maybe being caught excited her. He prowled past her and turned to face her. She turned with him, her back to the door.
The room was nearly taken up by a big bed with a black coverlet. More soft globe lighting, but so soft that Dack was a shadow looming over her. A big, muscular shadow, heat emanating from him, holding her captive without a touch. Her pussy was aching as if she hadn’t already come once tonight. Maybe more because she had and knew that an even better orgasm awaited her.
He lifted one hand to the clasp of her halter in the middle of her back. This time she let him. It was so dark in here, he wouldn’t be able to see much. Besides, she knew logically her breasts were the prettiest they’d ever been. She could do this.
When she stood still, he unfastened her halter, and it slipped away in his hands. She held her breath as he looked down at her and then lifted his hands to cup her breasts, his touch gentle.
He made a low sound of pleasure in his chest as he fondled her, obviously enjoying the weight and heft of her breasts, and the way her nipples speared into his palms. It felt really good.
“Pretty,” he said. “Don’t know why you’re so shy about these, Petal. Most girls would rather take their top off than their bottoms.”
When she said nothing, he shook his head once. “We’ll talk more about that another time,” he told her, still playing with her. “Don’t think you can hide from me for long. Yeah, I’ll want these in my mouth,
and maybe get off with my cock between them.”
When she stiffened, he chuckled, a low, wicked sound. “Oh, that got your attention. I mean it, Petal. But right now, I’m hard enough to pound nails. I need inside that soft, hot little pussy of yours.”
He pinched her nipples and then let go and indicated the bed. “Bend over the end for me.”
It was the “for me” that did it for her. She wanted to do things for him. Wanted his hands on her again and that beautiful cock inside her. Wanted his attention back there and off her breasts.
She turned to the bed and leaned over to plant her palms flat on the mattress. It was firm, supporting her weight without giving.
“Spread your feet apart.” He smacked her lightly on her ass, a sharp little sting. “What do you say, sub?”
“Yes, Dack.” She moved her feet apart. Oh my God, she must look like a total tart, bent over with her ass sticking out at him, only in a thong.
He put his hands on her hips. She looked down. Her arms and hands were slender and pale against the black plush, and her breasts hung heavy and round between her arms, her nipples hardened into tight points. And beyond that, her waist, and the curve of her hips, his big, powerful hands in sharp contrast, tanned and sprinkled with sun-gilded hair against her smooth hairless skin.
“Much as I like this G-string of yours, it’s gotta come off,” he said and hooked his thumbs under the thin straps. “Mm, good, the kind with ties. I like that.”
Her heart racing with excitement, Daisy watched him work the little hooks. The thong fell away in his hands, and he tossed it on the end of the bed beside her skirt. Then his hands came back to flatten on her hips and smooth down toward her mons. He chuckled in her ear, his body heat enclosing her as he cupped one big hand between her thighs, giving her a little squeeze.
“You watching me touch you, Petal?” he asked, sounding amused.
“Uh-huh.” Oh God, his hand felt so good there, holding her tight, possessing her. And it looked amazing. So big and powerful against her feminine softness.
“Good. Next time, I’ll watch.” He let her go, and she heard him unfasten his pants, and the small rip of a package. A condom.
