Breaking Free

by Karen Erickson

  "I love it," Mallory breathed as she looked around. "I think this is my favorite. It's exactly what I pictured a Kama Sutra-themed club to look like. Exotic, like from another time or place."

  His chest swelled with pride. That was the look he was going for.

  "We have private rooms that have a similar theme. Most of the rooms come equipped with various Kama Sutra books, with the exception of our BDSM-themed ones. The private rooms that have a similar appearance to this one are the most heavily requested."

  "I'd love to see one."

  She said it so quietly he almost thought he imagined it. But, no, Mallory watched him expectantly, heat flaring in her wide eyes. His cock hardened even more and he desperately wanted to reach down and adjust himself. Damned if he'd made a fool of himself before, walking around his own club with a hard-on.

  Of course, not like anyone would really notice. The place was notoriously full of hard-ons.

  Blake took her hand and brought it to his lips, pressing the lightest kiss to her knuckles. "I show you that room, Mallory, and I promise you we won't leave it for hours."

  She smiled, a temptress's smile if he ever saw one. "Promises, promises."

  He dropped her hand, but still kept it within his grasp. "Do you want to see the room now, or shall we wait a bit? Check out the other features the club has to offer?"

  The belly dancer now danced mere inches from them, her lush hips rolling and shaking with the music, the chain belt jangling with a steady beat. She danced in front of a man seated on an overstuffed chair, her breasts spilling from the jeweled bra top she wore, her long dark hair swaying back and forth. The man watched her with glazed eyes as if hypnotized, his mouth hanging open, his body stiff. Blake shook his head.

  The dude had it bad. Of course, Alana had a way with the men he didn't quite understand. The dancer moved and swayed to the beat in such a sensual way, she had the men hypnotized much like a snake put under by a charmer.

  "I think I'd like to go to the room now. I've seen more than enough."

  She hadn't nearly, but who was he to tell her otherwise? If she wanted to go back to a private room and let him fuck her for hours, then he was all for it. But first, he had to let her know exactly what she was in for.

  Blake pulled her close, slipped his arm around her slender waist. She had a very feminine figure, slim waist, flared womanly hips, full breasts.

  He couldn't wait to explore her feminine form with his hands, mouth and tongue.

  "Are you sure you're ready to be alone with me?" His voice came out a low growl, and her eyebrows rose when he spoke.

  Good. He wanted her to know exactly what she was in for tonight.

  An absolute, mind blowing treat.

  "Yes, I am," she said, flipping her hair off her shoulder. Trying to look confident, he was sure. And she did, a little bit.

  But he also knew she was nervous. He could tell. He could always tell.

  "You're mine for the entire night." He leaned forward, pressed a gentle kiss to her full lips. "I get to do to you whatever I want, and you must do as I say. No questions asked. Are you prepared for that?"

  She nodded, a solemn expression on her face. Straight white teeth nibbled on her lower lip, and Blake wanted to groan at the sight of her. Everything she did turned him on.

  "We're going to do things you've never experienced before." He kissed her again, unable to resist the draw of her lush lips. "Things that will shock you. But I promise you'll enjoy it. Do you like to experiment, Mallory? Do you want to experiment?"

  "Yes, please. I'm ready."

  The urgency in her voice thrilled him. "Then let's go."

  Blake steered her toward the hallway which led to the private rooms. Her hand trembled in his grip, though her expression was perfectly composed, not revealing any apprehension or nervousness.

  He had to give to her, she was great under pressure. And he couldn't wait to get a sample of her.

  Chapter 3

  * * *

  Mallory couldn't believe her good luck. She'd assumed it was a pipe dream, her hopes of finding a sexy man to show her a wild time in bed. She'd gone to the KS Club looking for an outrageous experience, to do things she'd never dared to before.

  Looked like all of that was about to come true and more.

  Blake stopped in front of a nondescript door and pulled a set of keys from his pocket. He unlocked the door quickly and held it open for her and she walked inside.

  The room didn't disappoint. Painted in the same rich shade of burgundy as the public meeting room they'd just been in, it was gorgeous. The bed sat in the center of the room, covered in rich sumptuous gold fabric and piled high with various plump silk pillows. The floors were bare wood save for a thick rug she assumed would feel like heaven beneath her feet. The lights were dimmed low, giving it an ethereal feel. A single window stood open, the gold curtains pulled back to reveal the dark starry night.

  All of it set up for a night of seduction, of intense pleasure. Excitement hummed in the pit of her stomach and her hands literally shook. She smoothed them over her hair, tried to get a grip on herself. She wasn't afraid, oh, no.

  She was terribly excited.

  "Here." Blake grabbed a heavy, oversized book from a table that stood against the wall close to the door and handed it to her. "Look at this while I pour us something to drink."

  She gazed at the cover of the book, The Illustrated Guide of the Kama Sutra. She sat on the edge of the bed, and with trembling fingers, opened the book, eyes widening at the graphic illustrations it held inside. The people drawn were barely covered by opened colorful robes, their genitals on full display. A woman being fucked by a man while another woman held her and two other women watched. The next picture showed a woman bent over a man, her mouth stuffed full of cock while another man came at her from behind, ready to fuck her with an impressive cock, his hands on her breasts.

  Her heart beat heavy against her chest and her panties dampened at all of the drawings. She knew the positions of the Kama Sutra were kinky, developed with ultimate pleasure in mind, but she didn't realize they also depicted group sex. A ménage.

  She'd always wanted to experience a ménage.

  "Here you go." Blake handed her a wineglass full of ruby colored liquid. She took it, and gulped half of it down without missing a beat.

  He watched her with raised brows, an amused expression on his face as he sipped from his glass. "Thirsty?"

  Mallory nodded, a little embarrassed. She needed the alcohol for liquid courage more than anything. Not that she was about to admit that. "Yes, I am."

  "Find anything in there that you liked?" He nodded toward the book which sat opened in her lap.

  "Oh." She glanced down at the book, saw that it was opened to the pictures depicting two men and a woman, and attempted to snap it shut. He grabbed it from her lap before she could do so.

  "Hmm, does this turn you on? The idea of two men with you, pleasuring you?" He glanced up, his crystal blue eyes meeting hers. "It can be arranged, you know. I don't have a problem sharing, as long as the woman knows who's ultimately in command."

  His confident words thrilled her. She couldn't believe he just offered her the ultimate fantasy. The one she kept buried for so long, afraid if she confessed her secret desires to anyone, they would view her as a freak.

  And this man offered it up to her like offering her a gourmet meal from a menu. Unbelievable.

  "It's always been..." She paused, cast her gaze down into her lap. "...a secret fantasy of mine. To be taken by two men."

  Thick warm fingers slipped beneath her chin, tilting her head up so their eyes met. "You want it, just say the word."

  "I want it," she whispered.

  He smiled, his fingers caressing her chin. "I'll make the call. He'll be here later. First, it'll be about me and you."

  Anticipation sang through her veins and she watched Blake murmur requests into his cell phone. He snapped it shut and smiled at her, cupping her cheek with his fr
ee hand.

  "We have an hour."

  Mallory leaned into his hand, rubbing her cheek against his palm much like a purring kitten. "An hour until...?"

  "Someone else joins us." He took her wineglass and set the both of them on the table, then sat down on the bed next to her, his solid weight dipping the mattress. The hard warmth of his thigh pressed against her leg, and she edged closer, wanting to really feel him. Ultimately become consumed by him.

  "Mmm, I'm excited, but I'm more excited to get you naked," she said, feeling bold. She was comfortable with this man, probably because he didn't make her feel bad or wrong for her choices. No, he made her feel strong, exciting. She liked that.

  He shook his head, a tiny smile curving his full lips. "Not quite, sweetheart. Did you happen to look at the headboard?"

  She glanced toward where he gestured, her gaze wandering over the ornate iron headboard. Noticing the crimson velvet cuffs that hung on either side, she turned to him and smiled.

  "Are those for you?"

  "No, they're for you." Blake chuckled and leaned in close, pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "Get undressed."

  Mallory didn't hesitate at his firm command. No, she rather liked the way he took control of the situation. Her past lovers had been very passive, not impressive in the least. For a long time she didn't even think it was possible to experience an orgasm while having intercourse.

  Just one look from Blake's sexy gaze and she thought she might come on the spot.

  She stood and reached behind to untie her halter top. The fabric fell forward, revealing her bare breasts, and she heard his harsh intake of breath. His reaction fueling her on, she pulled the shirt off over her head and tossed it on the ground, standing before him in only her jeans.

  "Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes roving over her appreciatively.

  Her nipples hardened to tight little points at his blatant perusal and she unsnapped her jeans and turned around, bending to slide them down her legs slowly. Giving him a full view of her ass, her white lace thong revealing almost everything she had, she stepped out of the jeans as gracefully as she could, even though her heeled sandals caught on the legs.

  Wouldn't do to make a fool of herself and stumble to the ground with her tight jeans around her ankles. Talk about mortifying.

  "Keep the panties on," he said, his voice rough. "And the sandals."

  With a smile she turned around, her hands cupping her breasts, hiding them. "You like?"

  He nodded and stood, the hungry expression on his face making her nearly preen with pleasure. "Lay down on the bed."

  She walked over to the large bed and lay down on top of it, directly in the middle, her arms at her sides, her legs pointing straight down. Nervousness bubbled in her belly and she trembled as she lay there, waiting.

  "Spread your arms and legs, Mallory."

  Slowly she did, putting herself in a spread eagle position. Blake walked toward the bed and grabbed her arm, shackling it in the velvet cuff with one quick movement.

  "Test it. Does it hurt?"

  Mallory yanked on it, the gentle tug of the velvet against her skin pinching just a bit. But the pinch felt good. "No."

  He smiled and went to the foot of the bed, shackling her ankle in the velvet cuff she hadn't even seen there. "Good."

  Barely a minute later and she was tied to the bed, her body at complete and utter surrender to Blake. She felt vulnerable, open. Yet she trusted him, knew that he would do no harm to her. Nor would he push her to do something she didn't want to do.

  "Ah, you're so beautiful, lying there like that." Blake smoothed a hand up her thigh, making her jump, her leg automatically yanking against the restraint. "So sensitive, too."

  Hmm, he was right. His every touch did seem amplified, and she could only owe that to the fact that she was restrained. She watched as he went to the same table where he found the Kama Sutra book. He opened the tiny drawer and pulled a long piece of black silk from its depths. He turned around, the fabric held between his hands, and nodded toward her.

  "May I blindfold you?"

  Her heart slammed against her chest at the thought of not being able to see. Of truly giving herself over to this man, completely. He asked first, though, and that reassured her. Helped her realize he really was doing this for her pleasure as well, and not just his own.

  "Yes," she finally answered, her voice scratchy. She cleared her throat. "You may blindfold me."

  With a smile he came toward her and gestured for her to lift her head. She did so and he slipped the soft fabric around her, the inky blackness of the silk shading her eyes so she couldn't see a thing. He tied it at the back of her head, giving the knot a good tug, and she lay back against the pillows.

  "Can you see?"

  Mallory shook her head. Streams of light shone on the periphery of the blindfold, but she couldn't make out a thing.

  "Are you comfortable? It's not too tight is it?"

  "No, it's fine." She rolled her body to the side as far as she could go, tugging on the restraints with her arms. "What do you plan on doing to me?"

  She could literally hear the smile in his voice. "That's for me to know." His hand smoothed up her thigh again, tickling at the edge of her panties. "And for you to find out."

  Oh, God, she couldn't wait to find out.

  Chapter 4

  * * *

  Mallory was gorgeous, lying there in only a pair of white lace panties, her long legs spread wide, pretty little feet encased in pale gold sandals with extra pointy heels. Her breasts jiggled with her every movement, the rosy red tips of her nipples so hard, just begging for his mouth.

  Blake stood there and watched her, enjoying his view. Enjoying even more the idea that she trusted him enough to allow him to do this to her. Shackle her to a bed with velvet cuffs, blindfold her. Invite another man into their sexual adventure. It excited him that she was so open, so willing to trust.

  "What are you waiting for?" Her sweet voice washed over him, made his cock jump against the tight confines of his leather pants. Her impatience amused him, made him want to take his time and savor her, but they only had an hour before Dax joined them. He wanted to have his taste of her, fuck her at least once before Dax's arrival.

  "I like looking at you," he admitted, unbuttoning his pants and shucking them along with his boxers. He kicked off his shoes, yanked off his shirt, and stood at the foot of the bed, naked.

  For a moment he wished she could see him, see how hard she made him. He stroked his cock with sure fingers, smearing the drop of pre-cum at the tip so his hand could move even easier. He knelt on the edge of the mattress, climbed onto the bed on all fours and moved so that he was positioned between her spread legs, his face directly in front of her lace-covered cunt.

  Her heady scent filled his nostrils, and he breathed deeply, enjoying it. She squirmed, her wrists and ankles jerking against the cuffs, and he smiled, placing his hand flat against her rounded belly.

  A belly ring winked at her navel, a little hoop with a silver heart dangling from it. He flicked it with his finger and the muscles of her stomach constricted beneath his touch.

  "Calm down, sweetheart," he whispered. "Just enjoy the ride."

  Blake adjusted himself so he lay between her spread legs. He rubbed his face against her fabric covered sex, satisfaction filling him when he noticed just how wet that fabric was. No denying it, his little Mallory was aroused. He wanted to drive her crazy, he wanted to watch her explode.

  Her hips circled, bucked up, and she nearly pressed her cunt to his face. He pressed his mouth to her for the briefest moment, and she cried out when he moved away.

  "You like that?" He swore her panties dampened even more right before his eyes, and he restrained himself from just diving right in and eating her like he wanted to.

  "Oh, yes. I want more," she whispered, her breathing ragged.

  He pulled the soaked fabric to the side to reveal her cunt to his gaze. The swollen lips glistened with her juices a
nd her tiny clit protruded from its hood. He swiped at it with his tongue, watching her squirm with unrestrained delight, so he did it again.

  She tasted good, a sweet, tangy, musky combination. He licked her folds, searching them with his tongue. Her soft mewling cries encouraged him and he slipped one, then two fingers into her snug channel, pumping slowly.

  Mallory moved against him in a natural rhythm as much as she could even with the restraints. He sucked her clit between his lips, played his tongue against it, and her entire body tensed, straining for its release.

  "Let go, Mallory," Blake encouraged, thrusting his fingers deeper inside her. "Let it happen, sweetheart."

  His words seemed to encourage her and to his surprise she shattered, fell apart all around him as the orgasm washed over her. Her entire body shook, her inner walls grasping and clenching around his fingers, and he watched in amazement as she rode out the remnants of her climax.

  He'd never seen a more beautiful reaction. Or such a quick one.

  His aching cock brought him back to reality. Their alone time was limited and there was so much more he wanted to do. He withdrew his fingers and carefully slid up her body, brushing his body against her soft, heated skin and making her moan. Without hesitation he kissed her and her mouth opened for him with ease. He stroked the soft recesses of her mouth with his tongue, circling around her own tongue. She shifted and moved beneath him, her breasts brushing against his chest, and he was tempted to plunge deep inside her.

  But he restrained himself. He wanted to make this last. The second he slid into her, he was afraid he'd come on the spot.