by Gwyn McNamee
He growls and reaches for my thighs, urging me to wrap my legs around his trim waist.
Sweet Lord…his dick is enormous.
And it’s rubbing in all the right places. How the heck did I get that thing in my mouth?
Tearing off my yoga pants and sliding down on it sounds like Heaven right now.
Every step he takes toward the contraption at the side of the room grinds his hard, hot flesh against me, and I can’t contain the moan that slips from my lips and into his mouth. He tastes of whiskey and all things forbidden. And I want to devour him.
I can’t believe we’re doing this…that I’m letting him do this to me.
We’ve danced around whatever this is between us for so long, I thought it would never happen. And after the way he left things last night, this is the last place I figured we would be. But, despite everything, it feels right.
When he reaches the window, he sets me on my feet and pulls back slightly before looking at the red leather piece of furniture I can only describe as some weird form of chaise. I knew the moment I saw it, it was anything but an ordinary place to rest. And now, after exploring all of Stone’s gadgets and gizmos, I’m more confident than ever that whatever this is, it’s something designed for some sort of sexual play.
A large hand slides to the hem of my tank top, and he tugs it up and over my head in one smooth motion.
The brush of his warm palm along my skin sends a bolt of electricity straight to my core.
It feels like I’ve been waiting forever to have his hands on me. He deftly unhooks my bra, and he skims his fingertips over my skin lightly when he drags the straps down and off my arms.
My nipples pebble in the cool air of the bedroom, and Stone groans before reaching out and pinching them roughly.
“Ouch!”
His eyes narrow on me, and he bends down and sucks one into his mouth then repeats the process on the other.
Oh, my God…
Those things I call legs become obsolete, and I practically collapse against his supportive arms. That zing shooting through me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Every flick of his tongue and tug of his lips cascades pleasure through my body.
“Sometimes a little pain enhances the pleasure, Nora. Trust that I will never truly hurt you. Everything I do is for your pleasure. You can tell me to stop at any time, but we are going to need a different word, because I guarantee, you will be begging me to stop when you don’t really mean it.”
I do trust him, or maybe I’m just shoving any uncertainty to the back of my mind, behind my raging lust.
Either way, I don’t give a darn right now, as long as he keeps touching me.
Even the mention of a need for a “safe word” can’t break the spell he’s cast around me or quiet the raging inferno coursing through my body.
His fingers work their way into the waistband of my pants, and he kneels and rolls them down and off my legs, tossing them over his shoulder when they’re finally free.
Only a tiny thong separates Stone from the place I need him most.
A tiny, soaked thong.
He lingers on his knees in front of me, his mouth mere inches from my flesh. The warm flutter of his labored breaths fans over my stomach and makes me quiver again.
Dang…
I brace my hands on his shoulders, and he slides the thong down. When I shift my weight to step out of them, it brings his face even closer to my wet center, earning me another appreciative groan and a glazed look in his eyes.
Instead of rising when I’m finally naked, he grips my hips and leans forward, burying his mouth and tongue into me with no prelude.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph…
My legs buckle, and I dig my nails into his shoulders to keep my balance as he goes to town on my most intimate place. Rough day-old scruff rubs against my thighs, but it’s the furthest thing from my mind. He just keeps going…
Swirling…
Sucking…
Probing…
Unrelenting…
The room spins.
Then two fingers are pushed inside me, spreading me open and pressing in all the right places.
He curls them into my G-spot and pulses them in time with his oral ministrations.
Holy…
I’m going to come…already.
Of their own accord, my hips thrust in rhythm with his penetrating fingers and swirling tongue. I’m humping Stone’s face, and I don’t care at all. I need this.
My body tightens as heat slowly spreads out from my core.
“Oh, God…Stone!”
Wave after wave of exquisite pleasure roll through my body. My legs buckle. Strong, gripping hands hold me steady while he continues to devour me.
He moans against me and laps at my overly sensitive, wet flesh. I try to shove him away when it becomes too much, but he holds firm, forcing me to take whatever he’s offering.
And I do. Every flick of his tongue. Every push and pull of his fingers. Every tug of his lips.
Until he bites down on my clit and sends me spinning off into orbit again.
“Holy…”
I bite down on my lip and finally collapse against him. He relents and moves away from me, rising and wrapping his arms around me to support my weight.
His lips find mine. The taste of my release lingers there, and dang that is hot. Far sexier than I ever thought it would be. But maybe it’s just because it’s Stone. The way he devoured me like a starving man makes my heart practically beat out of my chest.
“That was nothing, Nora. You better be prepared for what’s about to happen. What’s your safe word?”
She swallows and looks up at me with that glazed post-orgasmic haze clouding her eyes.
Fuck, she is beautiful…
“Um…cupcake?”
I bark out a laugh and squeeze her against me. “Cupcake?”
Her cheeks flush, and she glances down at the floor. “Yeah, isn’t it supposed to be a word I wouldn’t normally use during…you know…”
There’s no question what she’s getting at, but I want to hear her say it. I give her a second to finish her thought, and when it’s clear she won’t, I fill in the blank for her. “While we’re fucking?”
That sure got her attention back on me. Her head snaps back up, and wide eyes meet mine. “No…no…I didn’t…I wouldn’t…”
Seeing her this flustered is such a turn-on. She’s so confident on stage, it’s like she’s a completely different person there. This is the real Nora. This is the Nora I want to know and experience fully. That Nora is a façade, someone she created to wall herself off from whatever happened in her past. It was a way for her to keep living without being crushed under the weight of her mistakes. But that Nora can stay at The Hawkeye Club. This Nora is mine.
“You would never say fucking.” I brush my thumb along her wet bottom lip. “Do you ever curse, Nora?”
She shakes her head and peers up at my from under her thick, black lashes. “Not since I was about five, and my dad washed my mouth out with soap for saying a four-letter word. My sister never had the same aversion to the taste of Dial.”
I tip my head back and laugh. “Oh, sweetheart, I can guarantee you will be screaming four-letter words very, very soon.”
The corners of her mouth curve up. “I highly doubt that.”
“That sounds like a challenge.” I lean down and brush my lips against hers briefly. “And I do love a good challenge.”
And we are going to start right now.
“Stay.”
I release her and move over to the cabinet where I grab a coil of jute rope. It’s the perfect one to start with. It won’t leave the nasty abrasion marks some of the rougher ropes will. Although she will certainly have some physical reminders of what we’re going to do, I know I can’t mark her too badly, not with the way she’s completely exposed on stage almost every night. I also snatch a condom from one of the drawers and roll it on before I turn back to her.
Sh
e eyes me warily as I approach her, uncoiling the rope slowly with each step. Her eyes move down to my straining cock, and she sucks in a breath.
“I’m going to explain to you what I’m doing. Remember, cupcake, use your safe word if you need to.” I wink at her, and it earns me a tentative smile.
Her nerves are adorable.
I can’t wait to fuck them out of her.
When I reach her, I hold the rope up so she can examine it. “Have you ever been tied up before?”
She shakes her head no.
I narrow my eyes on her. “Nora…”
“Oh, sorry. No, sir.”
I press my lips to her forehead. “Good girl.” Her eyes drift back down to the rope. “I’m not just some asshole playing with ropes. I’ve trained under a shibari and kinbaku master in San Diego. It’s an art form, not just something you do during sex.”
The deer in headlights look she’s giving makes me pause.
“Are you okay with me binding you?”
Her response isn’t immediate, and her eyes darken slightly as if she’s turning over her answer in her head. Binding is not only intimate, it’s an ultimate trust. If she’s not ready for it, I would understand that. But I hope she has enough faith in me to do this, because I know she’ll love it.
“Yes, sir.”
The words are barely audible, but they are there. I smirk and sidle up to her. “Turn around and place your wrists together behind your back.”
She complies. As soon as her hands are in position, I loop the rope around her wrists and bind my way up her forearms, tugging them together tightly. When I reach her elbows, I tie off the binding and tug on it, jerking her back against me.
She releases a small yelp, and I tilt her head back until she’s looking up at me. “Does that hurt?”
“No, sir. It’s a little uncomfortable, though.”
I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. “I know. I can’t wait to see the marks on your delicate skin. So fucking sexy.”
Christ, that lip quiver is so damn hot.
Images of my dick disappearing between those plump lips race through my mind. It was fucking bliss. But I want to be buried inside her pussy right now. Her mouth can wait ‘til later.
I return her face-forward until she’s looking at one of my favorite pieces of equipment…if you can call it that.
“That is a Tantrachair.” She inhales a sharp breath, squirming slightly in my arms. “It’s exactly what you think it is. It’s a chair for fucking. It allows me to force you into hundreds of different positions with very little effort.”
She moans, causing my cock to jump between us.
“Go.” I urge her forward and assist her to straddle the chaise. When she’s steady on her feet, I swing my leg over and sidle up behind her, then I push between her shoulder blades, urging her down until her breasts are pressed flat against the highest red leather peak of the chair. She squirms slightly, adjusting herself, and shoving her ass against my cock even harder in the process.
I bend over and whisper in her ear. “Don’t move. This is going to be hard and fast.”
The responding groan is slightly muffled by her face being dropped over the edge of the chair. I run a finger through her folds, making sure she’s still wet from her orgasm, and I find her absolutely drenched.
She’s getting off on this. Thank fuck.
Gripping the ropes in front of me with one hand, I position my cock at her entrance with the other. One swirl of my hips with the head at her opening has her bucking against me. As much as I would truly enjoy toying with her, I’ve been hard for way too fucking long and thought about fucking Nora far too many times to hold off any longer.
Without preamble, I shove into her in one hard thrust, rocking her forward against the leather.
“Oh…God…”
“Sweet fuck!”
Our words mingle together. Her tight, wet cunt contracts and stretches around my cock, sending ripples of pleasure straight up my spine.
I pause for a moment, not only to give her time to adjust to my size, but also to give me a second to try to control myself so I don’t blow my load in three seconds.
But the reprieve doesn’t last, once I’ve pushed my orgasm back, I pull back and plunge back into her with a snap of my hips.
She cries out and clenches around me, but I don’t relent. I pound into her, tugging on the rope to angle her exactly where I want her and keep her prone. Her hands flex and squeeze together at the base of her spine, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My bindings against her pale skin.
The pink marks it’s going to leave are going to have me wanting to fuck her all over again.
Jesus.
Just thinking about unwrapping her and seeing them has me almost coming on the spot. I plow into her…harder…faster…
Sweat trickles down my temple and drops onto her back.
She squirms and moans beneath me, desperate to move and gain some control. But I keep her down, tightening my grip on the rope and her hip, and continue my relentless rhythm.
This isn’t about long, drawn-out pleasure. This is fucking…pure and simple. This is pounding into her and hopefully driving out some of the relentless need I constantly feel for her.
Her pussy clamps down tightly around my cock on every thrust, squeezing my flesh like a vise. The tingle in my balls tells me I won’t last much longer, and I know she’s close too. I slide my hand from her hip and down across her stomach until I find her clit.
The moment my finger swirls around it, she bucks on my cock and tightens again.
“Crap…Stone…please!”
Now it’s a race to the finish line, and I’m determined to ensure she makes it over before I do. My fingers flick and swirl while I drill into her, holding off my own release.
“Come for me, Nora.”
My words come out strangled through my clenched teeth.
Her pussy quivers around me, and she throws her head back toward the ceiling. “Oh, God…I’m gonna come!” I slam into her three more times, then twist her clit between my fingers, and she detonates.
Her arms tug at the binding as she bucks against me. I hold her steady and pound into her until my orgasm is finally ripped from my body by her clenching cunt.
I collapse on top of her limp body, careful to support my weight and not crush her arms pinned between us.
Our panting breaths are the only sound in the room. After giving both of us a minute, I stand and tug her upright. Her head drops back against my shoulder, and her half-lidded eyes meet mine.
“That was…wow.”
Wow?
It’s as good a word as any other to describe that, but it’s not enough…not nearly enough.
I press my lips to her ear and flick my tongue out along the shell. “Don’t think I didn’t notice your word choice. I’m just going to have to try harder next time.”
Her responding whimper goes straight to my cock and ensures me she’s willing to continue to play my games.
Christ, playing with Nora is going to be so much damn fun.
“Can I ask you a question?” Her soft breath floats across my skin.
I tug her closer into my side. It’s been a long time since I snuggled with a woman like this, and having Nora pressed against me is pure bliss. “What? Of course, you can ask me anything.”
Doesn’t mean I’ll answer it, though.
Who knows where she’s going with this. There are things I can’t discuss, no matter how much I may want to tell her. And then there are things I would never utter a word about and don’t want her, or anyone else, to know.
She sighs and runs her hand down my chest, stopping just above my stirring cock. “I'm just wondering where you learned all this. I mean, it's not exactly stuff they teach in high school sex-ed.”
I chuckle and kiss the top of her head. Discussing how I've gained my sexual experience with the woman I'm currently fucking isn't usually on the top of my list. How
ever, talking about it now doesn't seem like such a bad idea because not only do I want Nora to know, it also gets my mind off what I learned about Dom.
And it’s not like I have anything to hide, at least about this.
“Well, I was always kind of intrigued by the lifestyle but never knew anyone who was involved until I got to college. My senior year, one of my friends invited me to go to a club with him. I just didn't know it was a sex club.”
Her head jerks up and wide eyes meet mine. “A sex club?”
Surely, Nora can’t be so naïve as to not know sex clubs exist.
“You’ve never been to one?”
Instead of laughing at my joke, she smacks my chest, narrows her eyes on me, and tries to appear pissed.
Unsuccessfully.
“I'd be lying if I said I wasn't shocked a little when I walked in there, but truthfully, I was more intrigued than anything. It was almost like walking in somewhere and instantly knowing you're home. That probably sounds crazy, but I don't know how else to describe it.”
She shakes her head. “That doesn’t sound crazy at all.”
How can she understand so easily?
Most people would wonder what kind of fucked-up deviant I am to feel at home in a sex club. But Nora, she just inherently gets it. A strange tingling sensation starts in my chest.
What is it about this girl?
“So, did you dive right in, or…?”
A laugh rumbles in my chest, shaking her slightly. “The first couple times I went, I just observed, taking it all in and learning the names and uses of all the different implements. After going for about six weeks, I met the man who basically changed my life.”
She stills in my arms, and I realize how that might've sounded and chuckle. “No, not like that, I'm definitely straight. Although, I was never opposed to a threesome if someone suggested it.”
The silence I’m met with lingers a little too long. I know Nora hasn’t experienced a lot of the things I have, but I don’t see any reason to hide any of it from her. If she wants to do…whatever the hell it is we’re doing, she needs to be okay with my past. At least, that part of it.
Rather than wait for her to respond, I figure it’s better to just plow ahead.
