by M. S. Parker
“Are you wet, baby?”
I heard the sound of skin sliding against skin and knew that he was touching himself. If I hadn't been turned on already, knowing that he had his hand wrapped around that thick, beautiful cock of his would've done it.
“Always wet around you.” I gave him back a version of the same line he'd given to me.
“Put one hand between your legs.” His voice was rough. “I want you to slide two fingers inside your hot little cunt.”
A shiver went through me. I'd had a couple dates in the past try to get into my pants talking like that, but all it'd done was piss me off. When Dax said it though, my body responded on some sort of primal level I hadn't been aware of before I'd met him.
“I want you to fuck yourself on your fingers the way you did on mine,” he continued. “And tell me everything.”
I moaned as I pushed two fingers into my pussy.
“Talk to me, Bryne. Tell me what you're thinking, feeling.”
“They're not enough,” I said, automatically obeying him. “Feels good, but not long enough. Not thick enough.”
“What do you need?”
“You.” My befuddled brain struggled to explain so he wouldn't think I was reading too much into what we were doing. “Need your fingers. Your mouth. Your cock. Want all of it.”
Despite my fingers' short-comings, I could feel my orgasm approaching. I just needed him to keep talking...
“Bryne!” Ofelia shook my arm. Her strange, silver-gray eyes were dancing. “You were moaning.”
Heat flooded my face. “Sorry.”
“Don't be,” she said. “Probably the closest I'll be to getting laid for a while.”
I laughed, surprised at how shaky it sounded. “I'll be out in a minute.”
I splashed some cold water on my face, took a moment to slow my racing pulse, and then went back out to finish rehearsal. I was able to keep my thoughts under control while I was at work, but it didn't surprise me that I was having a harder time today. The end of a work week was always more difficult, but knowing that I had Dax waiting for me...it made it damn near impossible to want to get through the next few hours.
Dax was working an early shift at the club today, and I would meet him there after I was done. We were going to dance, and then we were going to fuck.
All weekend long.
That was the plan, anyway.
Carrie and Gavin decided that they wanted to take a vacation before the baby was born and while she wasn't too uncomfortable to travel, so they'd left this morning for LA. They planned on spending some time with her friend Krissy, and I’d have the entire loft to myself while they were gone.
Which meant we didn't have to do the whole hotel thing tonight, and I was looking forward to that more than I probably should. I tried telling myself that it was because I wanted to sleep in my own bed after Dax fucked me hard enough to make me pass out.
It had nothing to do with the fact that I wanted to spend the weekend with Dax, just the two of us. No interruptions. And definitely not because I liked the idea of the two of us in the loft because it'd feel more like a relationship kind of thing. Because it wasn't a relationship.
At all.
And I didn't want it to be one.
I kept telling myself that as I headed back to stage left to wait for the first scene of act two to begin. I needed to get it under control by the time I saw Dax because he definitely wouldn't want me thinking that way.
Not that I was thinking that way in the first place.
I was so totally screwed.
Chapter Ten
Dax
The only reason I'd gotten through this week was because of Bryne. After we'd gotten each other off at the shop, I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what I wanted to do. I ended up going to the club right after I finished work and talked to Carrie. It didn't go as bad as I'd thought it would, but she did make it clear that if I fucked over her niece, my job might not be the worst thing I lost.
I didn't doubt for a minute that she'd follow through on her threat, and I knew that meant I should ease out of things with Bryne. Use work as an excuse to slowly spend less time with her, meet with her more infrequently. Eventually, she'd find someone who could give her more, and she'd be the one to ultimately call things off. Carrie wouldn't be pissed at me, and Bryne wouldn't get hurt.
Except the thought of Bryne finding someone else was almost physically painful. I wanted her to be happy, and I wanted her to be with someone who deserved her. And I knew I wasn't that guy. She liked spending time with me for some reason I hadn't figured out, and we were good in bed, but she deserved someone better than me.
I was selfish though, and couldn't bring myself to tell her any of that. And I couldn't even stop myself from calling her to tell her how things went with Carrie. All week, I kept calling and texting her. Not because I felt like I had to but because I wanted to. I wanted to know how she was doing, what she was doing. They weren't long conversations, but they were more than I'd ever had with anyone else. And I wanted more. I liked talking to her, liked listening to her. With other women, pretty much anything we said to each other had to do with sex, and I didn't want it any other way. I'd always either ignored other stuff or turned it to sex.
Not that I didn't want the sex part of things with Bryne. Just thinking about sex with her was enough to give me a hard-on, usually at the worst possible times. I'd jerked off every night this week thinking about her, imagining it was her hand on me. Her mouth sucking out every last drop of cum. Her tight pussy squeezing me.
We'd made plans to meet at the club tonight, but by last night, I wasn’t able to wait anymore. The moment I heard her voice, I knew I had to hear her get off. It'd taken me about two seconds to get hard, and then I had to work at not coming the moment she started making those great sounds. Whimpers and moans and everything in between. I barely lasted until she came.
Tonight, I planned on having the real thing.
Probably for the last time.
Booker had set the job for tomorrow, which meant I was out of time to figure a way out of it. It'd been a long shot in the first place, but now it was impossible. If I backed out the night before, they'd either think I was a narc, or they'd just be pissed I left them one man short. Either way, the chances of me getting out of this without at least a beat down had disappeared. I was meeting the guys at the shop at the ass-crack of dawn, and after that, who knew what would happen. Even if I made it back in one piece, something made me think that this was the sort of line that, once crossed, would keep Bryne from ever wanting to be with me.
I shouldn't have cared about that, but as I kept checking the time on my phone, it was all I could think about. Carrie had given me early shifts, so I'd be done before things started to get too busy. Normally, that drove me batshit, not having enough to do, but tonight I was glad there was only a handful of people to keep an eye on. Meant I didn't have to feel guilty for constantly looking at the door, hoping to see Bryne come in.
Damn. I was seriously pussy-whipped, and she wasn't even my girlfriend.
A month ago, those thoughts would've had me scouting the single women here, on the lookout for one to take into the back for a quickie, or at least a blowjob. Now, I told myself that it didn't matter because Bryne would be moving on soon enough. I was just living in the moment like I always did.
“You're Dax Prevot?”
I turned to see a pair of the club's regulars. She was tiny, not just short like Bryne, but the kind of girl who looked like most of the stuff that happened here would break her in half. Short white-blonde hair, and a look on her face that told me she wasn't a typical Sub. With her was a man with dark red hair and broad shoulders. He carried himself like a Dom.
“I'm Dena Monroe.”
Shit. I knew that name. She was an ADA. For a moment, I thought one of the guys had turned me in for what we planned to do, then I remembered why she and the man looked so familiar. They were regulars, but more than that, they
were Carrie and Gavin's friends.
“How can I help you?” I kept my voice even, professional.
“Carrie said you're dating Bryne.” The look in Dena's eyes was fierce enough that I didn't correct her word choice. “So I just want to make this clear. If you hurt her, Gavin is going to hurt you. And then Arik will defend him which means I’ll lose a case for the first time.”
I looked over at Arik who shrugged as if to say that he wasn't about to disagree. When I turned back to Dena, she was staring up at me with an expectant look on her face.
I knew what she wanted. “Got it.”
She nodded, then smiled at Arik as she wrapped her arm around his. “I'm ready to go now.”
The look he gave Dena was something so complete, so intimate that I had to look away. I'd seen other couples here who were together outside as well, but the two of them were like Carrie and Gavin. They were the only people I'd ever seen who made me want to believe in the kind of love I'd never thought existed.
My phone vibrated against my leg, my alarm signaling that it was time for me to clock out. After I did, I went back to the employee entrance and waited for Bryne. I didn't have to wait long.
The moment she stepped through the door, I grabbed her, pulling her against me. She let out a startled sound before my mouth covered hers, and I couldn't hold back my own moan. I'd never given much thought to taste when it came to sex. There was the obvious, of course, but it'd never been more than just another part of fucking. With Bryne though...every taste of her was fucking intoxicating.
“Wow,” she said, her voice breathless. “That's some hello.”
I grinned at her as I grabbed her ass. “I can think of an even better one.”
She laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Later.”
I took a step back and reached for her hand. She was right. There was plenty of time for that later. Right now, I wanted something else from her.
“Let's dance.”
I wanted everyone out there to know that she was mine. This was the one place I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing Bryne and me together. Club Privé's privacy policies were going to work for me.
Enough new people had come into the club that the floor was half-full when we stepped out onto the dance floor. A quick scan of the room told me that Dena and Arik had either left the club entirely, or they were in one of the private rooms. Whichever it was, it meant Bryne and I didn't have to worry about her getting ratted out to Gavin and Carrie. I could focus just on her. I wrapped my arms around her, our bodies starting to move to the music within seconds. Dancing with her was almost as good as sex.
Almost.
I loved the feel of her body, even through the clothes. I also loved the fact everyone was staring at us. Because my hands were on her, and everyone here knew that meant she was mine.
For now anyway.
And since my time was limited, I intended to make it count.
Chapter Eleven
Bryne
I'd known that Gavin and Carrie had a playroom in the loft, and this past week, I'd taken up Carrie's offer to take a look around. As someone who was still relatively new to the BDSM world, she'd understood that I was still trying to adjust to all of it, even if she didn't entirely approve of my choice of partner.
After taking a look around, I'd placed a few discreet orders, and put everything in my bedroom, hoping that Dax and I would have a chance to enjoy things this weekend. Now, a few minutes after we'd stumbled our way into my bedroom, shedding our clothes along the way, he was no longer on the bed with me.
Instead, he was standing, stark naked, next to the bed, looking through my drawer and providing me with a gloriously tempting view of his firm ass, as well as the intricate tattoos that covered his back. My head was still a little fuzzy from all the dancing and the kissing, but not so much that I couldn't appreciate the sight.
“See anything you like?” I asked.
The heat in the glance he threw over his shoulder made me shiver. “I see lots of things I like.” He paused, picked something up, and then turned around. “Do you know what this is?”
I scowled at him. “I'm not an idiot, Dax. Yes, I know what that is.”
“And?”
I glared at him, but there wasn't any real anger behind it. He wanted me to say it, which annoyed me, but I loved the amusement in his eyes, so I was going to give it to him. “It's a butt plug, asshole.”
He laughed, and the sound was far better than any embarrassment I felt. Then the humor turned into something darker and heat coiled in my stomach.
“Why did you buy a butt plug?” he asked.
Blood rushed to my face even as my nipples hardened. “You said you wanted to fuck my ass. I figured that would help.”
He stared at me, face blank.
I pushed myself up, suddenly self-conscious. “Unless you don't want to anymore.”
His expression went dark. “Roll over.” When I didn't move, he leaned down and grasped my chin with his free hand. “Roll. The fuck. Over.”
Oh shit.
I could still feel his touch burning against my skin as I moved onto my stomach, my body humming with anticipation. I'd never really given much thought to S&M before I came here. Most of what I knew about it before I'd talked to Carrie and her friends had been what I'd read in certain fiction genres. Some got it right, some didn't. And while I enjoyed reading about it, I never considered that it was something I would want to try. Actually, I'd never really thought about it one way or the other...until I met Dax.
Now, as I waited to see what would happen next, I realized that I wanted this. Not just because it was Dax, but because I liked the idea of giving everything over to someone, to letting them take control of this one aspect of my life.
“Stretch your hands over your head and keep them there.”
I did as he said, grabbing my pillow.
“I'm going to ask you a question, Bryne, and you're going to tell me the truth.”
Not a request, but an order mixed with an assumption.
“Who told you to buy this?”
Who? I hadn't talked to a person specifically about it. “No one.”
I heard the crack a split second before I felt the sting and the heat. A shudder ran through me.
“Who told you to buy the plug?”
“No one,” I repeated. When that earned me another smack on my ass, I decided to clarify. “I didn't ask a person.”
A moment of silence, and then he asked, “How did you know what to get then?”
“I'm good at research,” I said quickly.
“Research.” The word was flat.
“Like on the internet,” I said. “And Carrie said I could look in their playroom.”
Another crack and the heat spread across my skin.
“You said you didn't ask a person.”
Shit. Between my nipples rubbing on the comforter, my ass burning, and the arousal clouding my mind, it was a wonder I could think straight at all.
“I didn't,” I said. “Not specifically about the butt plug. I told Carrie I wanted to know more about the whole S&M thing, and she told me that while she and Gavin were gone, I should take a look in their playroom, see what sorts of things there were.”
Another slap, this one hard enough to make me let out an undignified squeak.
“Why didn't you just ask me?”
There were two answers to that question, and both of them were truth. One was that I hadn't known if I could ask him. Things between us were so strange that I didn't know what rules applied. I hadn't wanted to risk chasing him away with questions that I could get answers to somewhere else.
It was the other answer I gave him though, not wanting to ruin the mood. “Because I wanted to surprise you.” I kept my head down as I added, “Please you.”
Everything was still for a long moment, and then he gave me two quick cracks, one on either cheek. Before I could wonder what I'd said wrong, his lips were next to my ear.
“You did su
rprise me.”
I cried out as he shoved two fingers inside me without warning.
“And you definitely please me.”
I couldn't find any coherent response to that as he began to work his fingers in and out with rough, twisting strokes. Sounds, those I had plenty of, and I made all of them, not caring if they were whimpers or moans or pleas. I pushed back, raising my hips to get him deeper, and he gave me a hard smack.
“Ahh.” My entire body shook as a wave of pleasure went through me. It wasn't an orgasm, but it was close.
“Spread your legs.”
I did and was rewarded with a flick of his thumb against my clit. I closed my eyes, my grip tightening on my pillow. His knuckles were rubbing right against my g-spot just long enough to get me close to the edge, and then he backed off. I lost count of how many times he took me there, only that I was certain I’d explode if he did it one more time.
And he kept talking the whole time, that sinful voice of his only adding to my torment.
“So fucking sexy, spread out like that, taking my fingers in that hot cunt of yours. I think I’ll keep you like this when it's my cock so I can watch your pussy stretch around it. You won’t be allowed to move, and if I have to, I'll tie you like this. Hands above your head. Legs open so I can see all of you.”
My hands were starting to hurt from clutching my pillow, and I was pretty sure that I would start hyperventilating soon. My muscles were so tense that I could barely take a breath. But I didn't want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop.
“You're going to come for me in a minute, and then I'll put my fingers in your ass. When you come again, I'll put that plug in your ass. Then I'm going to fuck you.”
I wouldn’t make it that long. He’d kill me before then.
His thumb pressed against my clit, made firm circles until I felt myself nearing that edge once again. This time, however, as my body began to tremble, he didn't stop. His touch became rougher until it hovered on the verge of pain, and then that pain mixed with the pleasure and I exploded.