by Cathryn Cade
Daisy focused on him, trying to control her quick, panting breaths. His eyes were twinkling, his mouth smiling in his square face. “R-red.”
He nodded. “That’s right. You say it, what’s gonna happen?”
“A-all the doms in hearing distance will be here to help me.” Saying the words aloud steadied her, reassured her.
“And who’s got you?” Dack asked, his mouth nuzzling her ear.
“You do.” She turned her hands and clung to his big wrists. His fingers closed over hers.
Mason squeezed her legs gently.
“Dack,” he said. “I’d love a taste of your sweet sub’s pretty breasts.”
Daisy felt Dack nod. She drew a shaky breath, willing herself not to whimper aloud as Mason hitched himself forward, leaning over. He smiled at her, his eyes warm with mischief and lust. First his warm breath brushed her nipple, and then his mouth closed over it, warm and wet and strange.
She squeezed her eyes shut, set to endure. But Mason’s mouth was supple and expert, his tongue rolling around her nipple to tease the sensitive flesh, alternating with suction and lapping.
She squirmed on Dack’s lap, pressing her thighs together, fighting the pleasure as Mason’s soft facial hair brushed her skin. Oh God, it felt so good, but it was so…naughty. And she wasn’t sure who she was angriest with right now—Mason for doing it, or Dack for allowing it, or herself for loving it.
“Hmm, I think she likes it,” Dack said. “I sure as hell like watching it. I’ll like it even more if I get to feel you creaming on my fingers, Petal.”
He pulled his right hand from her grasp, and he and Mason lifted her thigh up and to the side, so her leg was draped wide over Dack’s.
Dack cupped his big hand over her mound, and Mason pulled back to watch as Dack tugged on the bow that held her panties closed on her right hip. The bow came undone, and Dack tipped his head over her shoulder to watch as he stroked his fingers over the small triangle of dark blonde curls, and farther, along the wet, swollen seam of her labia.
“Mm-mm,” Mason approved. “Nice and wet. I think your sub likes having her pretty tits sucked, Hummer.”
“Well then, you better get busy,” Dack said and thrust his long, knobby finger inside her.
As Mason’s mouth closed on her other nipple at the same time, Daisy whimpered. She couldn’t help it, the pleasure and need of their combined attentions was too great.
“Not yet,” Dack chided as she squirmed, inviting his finger deeper inside her. “You don’t get to come quite yet, Petal.”
Mason sat back and smiled at her, licking his lips.
“What do you say to Mase, Petal?”
Daisy shook her head, not sure what he meant, or if she could even manage to speak coherently.
Dack smacked her inner thigh, a light sting on her tender skin. “Say thank you, sub.”
Daisy’s pussy contracted sharply. “Thank you, Mase,” she mumbled, peeping up him.
“My pleasure, sweetie.” He patted her knee and then levered himself to his feet.
Dack pulled his fingers from her pussy and lifted his hand to her breast, painting it with her own arousal. Then he pulled free of her other hand to dip those fingers into her pussy, and did the same to her other breast. “Mm, nice and wet,” he said with satisfaction. He played with her nipples as if he had all night. “Now, who’s next?”
When Jake straightened from the wall where he’d been leaning, watching the whole thing, Daisy stiffened even more. This whole thing had been choreographed. Dack’s two friends had stayed close, ready to cooperate.
In her…what? Humiliation? No, not quite that. Her submission to Dack’s will.
As Jake prowled forward to hunker down before her, his light gray gaze locked with hers. Daisy shivered. He might be polite, and Dack’s friend, but the huge dom scared her. The hard line of his mouth, the set of his wide, smooth-shaven jaw proclaimed he’d accept nothing less than complete submission, from Dack’s or anyone else’s sub.
“Permission to touch your sub’s sweet pussy,” Jake said in his deep, smooth voice.
Daisy’s head hurt. Oh, because she was pressing back into Dack’s hard collarbone, trying to meld into him. If only she could. She forced herself to relax her neck, and the pain disappeared.
Dack pressed another kiss to her temple. “Granted.”
She was going to die of…something. Fright? Shame? Excitement? Daisy could no more have put words to the blaze of heat and emotion inside her than she could have flown.
Dack cupped her breasts, holding them lightly as Jake laid one huge hand on her knee, and slipped the other one between her thighs. His hands were warm and surprisingly gentle for their size.
“You look hot and gorgeous tonight, Daisy,” he told her. “A dom can’t help but want to get his hands on you.”
He stroked the back of his knuckles over her mons, ruffling the damp curls, and then he probed one, no two fingers inside her. They slid easily into her sleek depths, and Daisy felt every nuance of his touch as he fucked her with his fingers.
Oh God, she’d never been so embarrassed in her life, so…invaded. Dack played with her breasts at the same time, kissing her temple and shushing her wordlessly as she squirmed, whimpering as the sweet, devilish torture became too much.
Then Jake hooked his fingers and pressed against her G-spot, and Daisy couldn’t help it, she arched into his touch, whimpering in her throat for more. She had to come now.
“Damn, she’s close,” Jake said. “I can feel her pussy starting to squeeze my fingers, so sweet.”
“Nah, you don’t get to make her come,” Dack said. “Not yet.”
“Well, hell,” Jake said. “At least I’ll get to watch.”
He pulled his fingers slowly from her pussy. Daisy glared at him, so angry at him and so frustrated she was ready to cry. She’d been so close.
Jake lifted his brows at her in a silent demand.
“Thank you,” she muttered.
Jake, who never smiled, did. His tough, square face creased with wicked humor, his eyes twinkling, white teeth flashing. He patted her knee.
“I do like to see a little sub suffer a bit,” he said to Dack. “Makes it all the sweeter when she finally gets to come.”
Dack patted Daisy’s tummy and let his hand rest there. He beckoned, and the pretty, slim redhead in a translucent green bra and thong rose from the sofa between Mason and her dom, a slender man who looked like he should be discussing poetry somewhere, not sitting in a sex club. She knelt before Daisy and smiled at her, her sleepy eyes full of fun.
“Dack, may I please help your sub come?” she asked in a husky voice.
Daisy shook her head, her heart pounding. “Oh no. No, no. Thanks, but—”
The doms all chuckled. Dack gave Daisy a smack, right on her pussy. It stung, so why did it make her want to arch into his touch?
“You don’t get to decide, sub.” He looked at the redhead’s dom, and the man nodded, gesturing his assent.
“Tamara, you are a sweetie,” Dack said. “And it will please me, and the rest of these horndogs”—all the other doms laughed again—“to watch you with my sub.”
Tamara looked at Daisy, giving her time to protest again, time to say her safe words. “I’ve been wanting to do this since we met, Daisy. You’ll like it, promise.”
Everything around her froze into slow motion. Dack’s chest moved under her, rising and falling with his breath. He pressed his lips to her temple, branding her with a sweet, tender kiss even as his hand stroked up her belly, stroking the cami away from her mons. Baring her completely to everyone’s gazes. Mason smiled at her, and Jake watched from his post, as did Tamara’s dom. All their eyes on her. Behind her, the music throbbed in a slow, sensual love song.
“You wanted to try this, Petal,” Dack murmured in her ear. “Do it now, for me.”
Daisy nodded. For him. Tamara leaned forward to untie the other bow on her panties. Oh God, she was going to let another w
oman go down on her so Dack and his friends could watch. She was so going to hell for this. And she was going to come right now just from the heat of the gazes on her bared pussy.
Dack pulled her other thigh up over his and hugged her. Tamara bent her head to kiss Daisy on her belly, just above her mound. The other woman’s long hair swung forward, silky on Daisy’s bare thighs.
“Mm, push your hair aside,” Dack instructed. “So your dom can watch.”
Tamara tossed her head, her hair falling to one side over Daisy’s thigh. Then she thrust out her small pink tongue and licked up the furrow of Daisy’s labia, straight to her clitoris.
Daisy cried out at the butterfly caress, a high, soft whimper. Dack groaned and played with one of her breasts almost absently as he watched the other woman’s face between Daisy’s thighs and the look of pleasure in her eyes as she licked Daisy.
“Jesus, that’s hot,” he approved. “Ah, Petal, thank you for this. I’ll sure as hell never forget it.”
Daisy never would either, assuming she survived. She struggled to catch her breath as Tamara used her clever tongue mercilessly, circling Daisy’s clitoris with that soft, wet tip.
Dack kissed Daisy’s head and spoke in her ear. “Look around, Petal. You have an audience.”
Daisy blinked. Focused. Oh God, there were people crowding around the sofa to watch. Had they been invited or what?
“You’ve got everyone here at fever pitch,” Dack said. He pinched her nipple, twisting it, the near pain a counterpoint to Tamara’s tongue on her clitoris. “Come, Petal. Come for me. Let everyone see how hot and responsive you are.”
As if his deep voice were linked to her pussy, all the pleasure of Tamara’s tongue, Dack’s touch, and the eyes watching her, admiring her, arced down deep inside her and imploded. Daisy came, arching into Tamara’s mouth with a high, soft moan as ecstasy surged through her.
Dack groaned, a low animal sound of desperate need. “Oh Jesus,” he muttered. “That is so fucking hot.”
Daisy lay in Dack’s arms, panting, her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure, and…need? Did she really want more? Oh yes, she did. Her pussy felt empty. She wanted Dack’s big, hard length, the culmination of all of this.
“Petal,” Dack said. “You forgot to say thank you.”
“Thank you,” Daisy croaked. Tamara smiled, looking very pleased with herself as she rose gracefully to her feet.
Someone clapped. Another person joined them. Daisy blinked. The club members crowded around were applauding. Applauding her and Tamara. Daisy turned on Dack’s lap, wanting to hide.
“C’mere,” Dack said. He shifted her on his lap so she was snuggled across it, tucked up against him with her legs together, his arms around her. “You did good, Petal,” he praised her, his voice warm. “I’m proud of you. That was one of the bravest things I’ve ever seen.”
It was? She looked up at him. “I did it for you.”
He cupped the side of her head in his hand, his eyes hot and tender. “I know you did. Thank you. And it made a nice apology for last time.”
This had been a test. He’d pushed her to see if she really wanted to be his sub or just play a little. He’d asked her at the bar if she was all in, and she’d sure demonstrated that she was.
Even if she was never going to be able to look some of these people in the eye again. Jesus, had she really let Mason and Jake touch her that way?
“Dack,” said a man’s voice from nearby. “Tamara tells me she wants me to fuck her here, so Daisy won’t feel she’s the only one on display.”
Dack nodded. “Great idea.”
Cuddled in Dack’s arms, Daisy watched as the pretty redhead tugged off her panties and then knelt on the ottoman in the middle of the crowded area. She leaned over on her hands and arched her back, thrusting her bottom out at her dom, in profile to Daisy. She winked at Daisy as her dom stood behind her and unfastened his black slacks. Someone tossed him a condom, which he caught one-handed.
Daisy watched him don the bright green condom and then thrust his cock into Tamara’s pussy. The crowd around them shifted, murmuring approvingly. Awe filled Daisy at the pleasure on both of the couple’s faces. They clearly got off on being watched, but Tamara’s dom was attuned to her too, leaning over her to slide one hand under her and stroke her clitoris while he took her.
“You like watching them?” Dack asked, his hand probing between her thighs.
Daisy nodded. Safe in his arms, she could admit that this whole group scene was incredibly exciting.
“Good.” He cupped her pussy with his hand, two fingers sliding inside, hooking to find her G-spot again. “Then come for me again while you watch.”
She did. But even as pleasure shivered through her, her pussy clasping his fingers, Daisy wanted more.
“Dack,” she pleaded, reaching up to touch his face. His beard was soft against her fingers, the shape of his jaw hard and square underneath.
His glittering eyes narrowed. “Daisy, you look at me that way, I’m gonna give you what you need right here, right now.”
She nodded, her heart pounding, a deep sweet pleasure curling inside her. She wanted to submit completely to him, here and now. “Yes, Dack.”
Dack growled, that deep sound in his chest that said his dom was ascendant. “Then I want more than my fingers inside you.”
His warm hand hooked under her bottom and lifted her. For the second time that night, Daisy found herself astride him. And this time, she knew nothing short of Mt. Hood blowing up was going to keep him from having her.
She leaned close to him, her lips parted. “You promised me at the walk-a-thon you’d kiss me first.”
“First, during and after,” he growled. He took her mouth with his, drawing her into a kiss that turned deep and hot and wet. Daisy hung on to him, one hand on his chest, one in his hair. It was silky in her fingers.
His hand worked between them, and, with a few deft movements, his cock slapped against her belly, hard and hot. Demanding attention.
He lifted her with one arm around her hips, and she gasped. “Condom.”
He grunted. “Petal, I’ve had a hard-on since before you got here. I’m all suited up.”
He guided himself into her wet labia. And the rest was easy, really. After all her worry, it was so easy to let him pull her down on his hard, questing length. So easy to lean into his kiss and let him guide her to ride him with long, firm strokes. He filled her, so big and hard and perfect, exactly what she’d been needing for so very long. A man to tell her what she needed and give it to her when and where he decided.
All around them, lovers were interacting. She could hear the smacks and whimpers as someone received a spanking, and just over Dack’s shoulder, a young man kneeling before his dom to give a blowjob that both men were clearly enjoying. Behind her, Daisy heard Mason laugh and a woman’s joyous giggle join in. The air smelled of perfume, cologne, leather and sex.
“Lookin’ good, Hummer,” commented Jake from behind her.
Oh God, he was watching Dack fuck her. Her cheek against Dack’s, Daisy turned her head to see Trace standing in the shadows, watching them as well. He winked at her.
She turned back to Dack. He was waiting, his hot, glittering gaze holding hers as he held her just where he wanted her with his big hands and drove his cock up into her sleek depths.
Having her here, in front of other people, where they could see everything—see his cock driving in and out of her, thick and glistening, see her pussy stretched to take him. Where they could all hear the slap of their flesh, hear him groaning with pleasure and hear her own moans that rose with the hot, dark pleasure gathering in her pussy. Where they could all tell that she loved this, loved having him hold her and take her as he wanted. Loved that she couldn’t help the pleasure that was building until she would have done anything to keep him inside her.
“You wanna come, Petal?” he asked her, his voice rough.
She nodded, riding him, letting him set
the pace that was rocketing her hard and fast toward ecstasy. She knew what he wanted. “Yes. Please, Dack, let me come. I want everyone to watch us come…together.”
He bared his teeth in a ferocious, triumphant smile. “All right, sub. Come for me now.”
His words sent her over the edge, and with a high cry, Daisy came so hard she nearly fainted. She kept coming as he drove into her with long, hard, frantic thrusts and then held her down on him, his big body straining under hers as he groaned with ecstasy.
Daisy fell forward onto his chest, and he lay back in the leather sofa, holding her close.
She lay in his arms, her body quivering with aftershocks of pleasure as her pussy clasped him in secret.
“Thank you, Petal,” Dack murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before relaxing again with a deep sigh. “You’re an amazing woman.”
Daisy smiled into his throat. She felt…ravished.
And cherished.
“Margaritas?” asked a teasing voice over their heads.
“Twila,” Dack said. “You are an angel.”
Daisy mumbled a protest as he pulled her upright on his lap, but he dealt quickly with the condom and then tucked her across his lap again, her panties in place and camisole righted. Then he handed her a margarita, the frosty glass rimmed with salt.
He held his own glass up before her, smiling at her. Her insides melted at the relaxed, sleepy look of satisfaction on his hard face. “To you,” he said.
“To us,” Daisy corrected. She would never have dared to go this far with any other man. He was the one who turned her to melted butter, malleable to his will. He was the one she craved.
A shadow flickered in his gaze, but he lifted his glass and drank. Daisy drank as well. No drink had ever tasted sweeter.
Chapter Thirteen
On Sunday, Daisy studied. On Monday evening, she had class.
Tuesday, she bolted out the WorldWide Realty door after work and broke at least one speed limit driving to the gym. Since she and Dack hadn’t exchanged phone numbers yet—an oversight she planned to fix—she couldn’t call him, so she wanted to be at Big Iron Fitness when he arrived. She couldn’t wait to see him.
