She noticed the shorts outlined her labia, leaving nothing to the imagination, and that her breasts never looked as full as they did in the tight top. Feeling this sexy had never been her experience. It surprised her to realize she liked it.
When she came back into the room with Marc, she simply said, “Green.”
“Tricia, are you sure?”
“I’m sure. If it gets to be too much, I’ll call yellow or red. You’ll honor that, right?”
“I will. I know your envelope is being pushed with this. I’ll tell you this much. I’ve checked this place out and have an arrangement with the owner. As long as you’re with me, you’ll be safe.”
“So, I won’t be gangbanged bent over a pool table?”
“Not unless you want to be.” Marc took out his cell phone and dialed. “Hello, Lenny? Yeah, it’s Marc. We’re on our way.”
“You’re on a first-name basis with the owner? What the hell? Have you been leading a double life?”
“Not until now.” He gave her a once-over. “You’re one hot slut tonight. Now, give me some biker babe attitude and strut your stuff.”
He took her arm and led her to the door. Patricia watched him closely as they rode down in the elevator. His demeanor had changed. Somehow he seemed more masculine, more rugged. She had to admit, he looked hot as hell in leather. Going to the gym had obviously paid off. For the first time, she noticed that under the body hair, he had definition. Why the hell had she never noticed his abs before? She muttered, “Too damn preoccupied!”
“What did you say?” Marc pushed the elevator gate to the side and waited for her answer.
“Just muttering to myself.”
“That’s not like you. What did you say?”
“Christ, Marc! All I said was ‘Too damn preoccupied.’”
“About what?”
Marc stood in front of the heavy elevator door, obviously not intending to open it until she answered him. Again, his chest and abs caught her eye. Framed in that leather vest, she had a nearly uncontrollable urge to grope his pecs.
“All right, you want to know? I’ll tell you. I wondered why I’ve never noticed how ripped you are. You are fucking hot! All I can figure is that I’ve been too distracted.”
“Well now, this is a quantum leap forward!” He ran his index finger down the crack of her cleavage. “I’m also noticing what a hot bitch you are.”
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Hell, yes! It’s what I’ve wanted for years.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you have listened?”
“Probably not.”
“Well, you seem to be listening now. Listen to this.” Marc slipped his hand between her legs and squeezed. “My cock will be in your pussy before the night is over, and you will beg me for it.” A wave of heat moved through her that made her chest flush red.
Marc didn’t wait for a response. He pushed the elevator door open with such force it banged against the wall.
“Jesus, Marc! Be careful! You’ll chip the paint.”
“Then I’ll have it repainted! Are you coming?”
She had never seen Marc like this, so commanding, and actually crude. She could either play his game or not. In the few seconds it took to step out of the elevator and close the gate, Patricia made her decision. “Baby, if I don’t come before the night is over, it’s your fault, not mine.” She slipped her arm though his and added, “Let’s go.”
The tight line of Marc’s jaw softened as he smiled. “Then, it’s still green?”
“Emerald City, lover.” If he could do this biker thing, so could she.
Marc wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. “I’m proud of you, Tricia. This is a big step.” His fingertips dug into her flesh.
“You know I’m scared shitless.”
“But you’re still doing it, and you’re doing it with me.”
“You’re the only one I could do it with. I feel safe with you, I always have.”
“What we are doing wouldn’t work without trust. Phil knew that, which is why he contacted me.” Marc put both hands on her ass and pulled her pelvis tightly against his. “Tell me what you want, bitch.”
“I want you, Daddy.” She rubbed her pelvis against his. “And this.”
“Learn to say the words, Tricia. What do you want?”
Patricia took a deep breath and exhaled the words. “I want your cock in my pussy, I want you to make me beg for it.”
“Oh, yes, better, much better.”
Tricia wobbled as they walked down the hall. “You’ll have to slow down. I’m not used to walking in these heels.”
Marc steadied her. “Understood. Just remember, you have to reek with attitude.”
“I do that every day. This just puts a new twist on it.”
“You got that right.”
By the time they were on the street, Patricia had found a comfortable stride. Marc matched her step and allowed her to set the pace. “How far is this place?”
“Not far. It’s a few blocks uptown, just south of Tompkins Square Park.”
Just then a bicycle messenger rode past and yelled, “Yo, Mama! Lookin’ good!”
Patricia flipped him the bird. “Is that enough attitude for you?”
Marc laughed. “Damn good thing I took that karate course at the gym. I may need it before the night is over.”
“I wasn’t aware you’d finished it.”
“I have my brown belt. I’m working on my black belt now.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“You didn’t ask.”
“Is that why you’re so cut? I mean, you are in better shape than I remember.”
“Thank you for noticing. I had to do something to blow off steam. So, I stepped up my classes. I’ve been going three times a week. I’m back to once a week now, since we’re doing what we’re doing.”
“What are we doing, Marc? Really, why is this necessary?”
“Tricia, walking uptown dressed like this is hardly the time to discuss why this is necessary.”
“But I need to know. It will help me when I feel like it is too much for me to take.”
Marc stopped. “I’ve already told you why it’s necessary. Your controlling behavior has alienated everyone in your life, including me. Your subconscious is regurgitating in your dreams and making you miserable. If you don’t do something drastic damn soon to turn it around, your whole life will spiral out of control, including your precious career.”
“I’ve been round and round with Dr. Dick about this!”
“You’re damn lucky Phil has hung in as long as he has, considering how often you kick him in the balls with your sarcastic remarks. He told me flat out it’s only because we’ve been friends for so long.”
Marc had raised his voice sufficiently to draw even more attention from passersby. “Keep it down, Marc, before we get arrested for disturbing the peace!”
Marc pressed his erection into her leg. “It’s too damn late to keep it down, sweetheart. It’s up and hard. I expect it to be that way for the shank of the evening.”
Patricia glared at him, but at the same time, her heart thumped in her chest. “Then I guess we’re both in this up to our ass cheeks.” “I guess so.” He wrapped his arm protectively around her waist as a group of teenage boys walked by, obviously checking her out. “We’d better get going. The bar is up the street.”
“Tell me about this place. How did you find it?”
“One of my former clients is a regular. He’s a self-proclaimed hedonist, and frequents several of these clubs.”
“I thought you said it was a bar.”
“It is. Anyone can go in for a drink. It attracts mostly the tattooed leather crowd. Bikers love the place. But there is also a private club downstairs, which only members are permitted in.”
“And you’re a member?”
“As of last week. It’s by referral only. I asked my client about it and he introduce
d me to Lenny, the owner. I can either go alone or bring a guest.”
“This Lenny knows about me?”
“He only knows I’m bringing someone new to the scene. He recommended coming early the first time, before the regulars show up. Things really heat up after midnight.”
“You’ve been there after midnight?”
“Yes.”
“You’re just full of surprises these days!”
“Baby, you don’t know the half of it.” Marc stopped. “This is it.” The large neon sign in the window flashed JUGS AND PUDS BAR AND GRILL. Several smaller neon signs advertised a variety of beer brands.
Patricia looked past all the neon in the window to see inside. She saw a jukebox and a pool table, and several men standing at the bar. The waitresses wore leather bustiers and short leather skirts.
“Charming! I wonder how Zagat rates this place?”
“I don’t think they’ve discovered it yet. But New York After Dark gives it nine out of ten.”
“How reassuring!” Marc escorted her inside and took her right to the bar. He spoke to the bartender. “Hey, Lenny, how the hell are you?”
A muscular man in jeans and a black sleeveless T-shirt came over and shook hands. “Good to see you again, Marc. This is your lady?”
“Tricia, this is Lenny, the owner of this fine establishment. Lenny, this is Tricia.”
Not knowing what Marc expected of her, she tried to sound down with it. “Hello, Lenny. How’s business?”
“Not too bad.” He looked directly at her cleavage when he added, “With you here, it’s bound to get better.”
Marc put his hand on her ass. “I told you I had a lady ready for some action. Which room are we in?”
Lenny handed Marc a key. “Room Two, downstairs. You know the way.”
“Did you leave us a bottle and some glasses?”
“There’s Jose Cuervo Gold and shot glasses. Good?”
“Oh, man, very good! Thanks, buddy. How long do we have?”
“You’ve got the room all night, if you want it. Too damn bad you’re hiding this one away.” Lenny caressed her breast with the back of his hand. “Doll, let me know when you want more.”
Patricia pushed his hand away. “Marc keeps me happy. I have no complaints.”
“Well, if you ever do, you know where to find me.”
“Lenny, you should know they call her Ms. Piranha. She eats men alive.”
Patricia nuzzled Marc’s neck. “He’s the only one able to keep me in line.”
Marc smiled and held up the key. “Shall we?” Ignoring both Lenny and the other men at the bar, Marc led her to a staircase in the back marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. When they got to Room Two, Marc opened the door and turned on the light.
“Oh my God!” It took Patricia several seconds to take it all in. The stone walls had a variety of chains and shackles. On the table with the tequila there lay paddles and whips of different sizes and shapes, as well as a selection of dildos, vibrators and butt plugs. There were other benches and tables in the room, some with leather straps attached. Dazed, she turned to Marc. “This is a frigging dungeon!”
“That’s what it is, fully equipped and ready for action.” Marc closed the door and locked it. “In this room, Tricia, you do as I tell you. Remember your colors. That’s your only safety net here.”
“What are you going to do, torture me?”
“There are degrees of torture, my dear.” Marc approached her and held her wrist. “Sometimes the psychological torment is as delicious as the physical.”
Patricia did not resist as he led her to the stone wall. He picked up a short length of chain attached to the wall. Taking her wrist, he clipped the chain to the hooks on her wrist cuff. Patricia’s hand trembled as he did the same to the other wrist. “What’s your color, Tricia?”
“Pale green, but still green.”
“Then spread your legs.” She did as he asked, opening her legs as much as she could while balancing on her heels. Marc wrapped leather straps around her calves and buckled them. When he finished, she stood spread-eagled against the wall, immobilized. “Would you like some tequila?”
“Do you have a straw?”
“No, but I would be happy to hold the glass for you. Do you want some?”
“Yes.”
Marc poured them each a shot. He bolted his back before taking Patricia hers. “Did you see how I drank mine?”
“Yes.”
“Open your mouth and knock it back when I tip the glass.”
In one smooth motion, Patricia tilted her head and Marc poured the shot of tequila into her mouth. She swallowed it the same way she had swallowed his cum the night before. The warmth spread through her and she began to relax. “May I have another?”
“Of course.” Marc repeated the process. Once the second shot hit, her nervousness calmed.
“Do I get to make requests?”
“It depends. What do you want?”
“Open your pants so I can see your cock.”
“Why?”
“When you did it last night, it really turned me on to see how hard you were.”
Marc traced a line down her bare belly with his index finger. Patricia shivered. “It turned me on to see you with those stockings and nipple clamps and nothing else.” He reached into his pocket and took out the clamps he had used the night before. “I’ll open my pants when I’m ready. First, we undress you.”
Marc unhooked her top. Patricia’s tits tumbled out of the constricting material. Before he attached the nipple clamps, he untied the strings of her shorts and yanked them off. He stroked his cock as he looked at her. “Goddamn, Patricia! You are so fucking hot! Lenny should see you now!”
Patricia panicked. “If you bring him in this room, I call red!”
Patricia could see Marc’s jaw line harden. “Calling red ends the scene. Do you want it to end?”
“I agreed to be here with you, no one else. If you bring anyone else into this room, it ends. With only you, it’s still green.”
Marc relaxed, his smile softening his jaw. “Understood.” He tickled her pubic hair. Her pelvis tipped toward his hand. “You may change your mind once you adjust.”
“Are you my pimp now?”
“I could get off watching someone else fuck you.”
Patricia’s anger fueled her arousal. “You are a freaking pervert, aren’t you?”
Marc rubbed his cock against her leg as he attached the nipple clamps. Patricia winced, but did not call yellow. He gave the screw another half twist before he stopped. “You bring it out in me, Tricia. You always have.” He reached down and rubbed her clit. She tried not to move, but the intense sensation made her hips undulate against his hand. “Oh yes, you are heating up. Let’s get you hotter.”
Marc stood directly in front of her, took off his vest, and tossed it to the side. Then he unzipped his pants and exposed his prick. “Do you like what you see?”
Patricia stared at his cock, and then followed the line of hair up his chest. She couldn’t hide her reaction. Her entire body flushed. The utter helplessness of being so exposed simultaneously sexed her up and angered her. She spit her answer back at him. “Fuck, yes! Isn’t that obvious?”
“That’s good, Tricia, that’s very good.” Marc went to the table and picked up a large rubber dildo. “You should be wet enough to handle this. They call it a Jeff Stryker, modeled after the porn star. Ever use one of these, Patricia?”
“Hell, no!”
“Pity. I expect it would work much better than the handle of the bath brush you have been using.”
“Christ Almighty, Marc! That thing is huge! Yours is the biggest prick I’ve ever had. You’re not even that big!”
“It’s a ten-incher, so they say. Let’s see if you can handle it.”
Patricia involuntarily pulled against the restraints when the tip touched her labia, but she didn’t call yellow. Her pussy burned with the need to have a cock fill it. She knew Marc wouldn’t fuck her so
soon, and she wanted to be fucked.
He rolled the dildo against her clit, coating it with her cream. With excruciating slowness, he wedged the head inside her cunt. She squirmed, trying to force it in deeper. Marc pulled it out. “What the fuck are you doing, Marc? Put it in!”
Marc dragged the dildo up between her breasts. “My, my, Patricia! You are a slut tonight, aren’t you?” Patricia glared at him and didn’t answer. “Patricia, I asked you a question. Are you a slut tonight?”
With her cunt itching from her juice and also with wanting to be fucked, she hissed her answer. “Yes, you motherfucker, I’m a slut tonight! Fuck me with that goddamn thing!”
“Not yet.” He touched her nose with the tip of the dildo and then pressed it against her lips. She could smell the acrid odor of rubber mixed with her genital perfume. “Have you ever tasted yourself, love?” Patricia turned her head away. “No, I didn’t think so.” Marc pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned her head toward him. Before Patricia had the chance to call yellow, the head of the phallus filled her mouth. “Suck it, Tricia. Suck it like you sucked me last night.”
She tasted the dildo commingled with her own musk. Marc humped her leg as he pushed the dildo deeper into her mouth. She remembered her hunger when she blew Marc last night, and how much she wanted him to come in her mouth.
She wanted to blow him again, and circled the dildo with her tongue as if it were his cock. Spit ran down her chin onto Marc’s hand as she voraciously tongued and sucked the dildo as if it were him.
“I always knew you had a whore buried in there. She’s finally coming out of the closet.” Marc yanked the dildo out of her mouth. Patricia gasped for air. “Now, sweetheart, you’re going to be fucked.” With no preamble, Marc shoved the rubber head between her legs, found her hole and pushed the entire length of the dildo into her pussy.
Patricia screamed, and her whole body shook. Her ankles turned in and she wobbled on the stiletto heels. Marc steadied her. “Patricia, I want you to listen very carefully. I’ll take your boots off, but you have to grip the cock and hold it inside. If it falls out, the boots stay on. Do you understand?”
“Yes! Take the fucking things off before I break my ankle.” Patricia remembered reading somewhere that clenching the PC muscle when you have to urinate also clenched the vaginal muscles. She squeezed as hard as she could, the same way she would if she really had to go. Marc released the dildo. It didn’t slip out.
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