by Terry Towers
Beth nodded. "I'm good." she gave him a tight smile, but in reality her body felt like jelly, and arms were aching horribly.
"Alright. It might hurt when I take the nipple clamps off okay?"
No, it wasn't okay, but she nodded and closed her eyes waiting for the pain - the real pain - to begin. The first clamp was removed and just as quickly as the clamp was removed his mouth captured the nipple sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Her breath hissed out though her teeth as the pleasure rushed through her. Beth opened her eyes back up and looked down at him as she gripped his shoulders for support.
"Good?" he asked lifting his eyes to hers and letting her nipple fall from his lips.
"Uh-huh."
With a nod he released the other nipple and quickly replaced it with his mouth, caressing and stroking the throbbing nipple with his tongue until shivers of pleasure rushed through her. Once done with the second nipple he slipped her arm around his shoulders and hoisted her up into his arms carrying her through the room and into the bedroom.
With a loud sigh, Beth cuddled against his broad chest and a smile touched her lips. She felt fulfilled, relaxed and slightly tired despite it being early afternoon. "Where are you taking me?" she murmured against his chest.
Chapter 11
"Mmmm. You don't have to do that." Beth sighed as she closed her eyes, hugging her legs to her. The water came to her chest in the deep, claw style bathtub. Gabriel's skilled fingers were working out the kinks in her neck and shoulders that had formed from being bound for so long. Once they had finished with their play, Gabriel had taken her directly to the bathroom and ran them a nice soothing bubble bath and they were now submerged, Beth sitting between Gabriel's legs, her back to his chest.
"Yes, I do," he informed her softly, kissing the side of her neck. She moaned her satisfaction as his lips sent a soft shiver through her.
He spared no detail, soft music played in the background. Lavender scented candles were lit and the intoxicating floral scent of the bath oils he'd added to the water enhanced the romantic atmosphere. It was like something out of one of the romance novels she loved so much. Just minus the rose petals floating on top of the water. She'd never enjoyed a bath as much as she did at that moment. Of course his erection, pressing at her bottom and his skilled fingers caressing her sore flesh certainly added to the experience.
"You know we still didn't get to finish that conversation we started in the kitchen Beth."
Damn. The last thing she wanted right now was to bring that back up. "I don't want to." His soft chuckle behind her made her grin and she looked back over her shoulder at him.
"I think we should. And face forward please."
Her grin widened as she placed her chin back on her arms which were crossed over her knees. His hands felt so good, his fingers pressing and kneading at just the perfect spots. "Yes, Sir."
"Smart ass."
"I know."
"Don't change the subject."
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "I've said what I wanted to already."
To her dismay he stopped massaging her. "Sit back against me."
She complied, settling back against his bubble covered chest. Gabriel wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight, kissing her temple tenderly. It felt like heaven in his arms. She felt cared for and protected in his embrace and would happily stay there for the rest of eternity, enjoying the moment as it was.
"Why would you ever think I would consider you a fling, or a bought and paid for fuck, Beth?"
There seemed to be genuine concern and upset in his tone that made her glance up and capture his eyes with her own. "I just... I've had some bad experiences with men in the past and I just don't want to make any more mistakes." She lowered her eyes from his. "Mistakes hurt too much."
His frown deepened. He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek and then traced her lower lip with his thumb. "Do you think I may be a mistake?"
Beth's heart stopped beating for a moment and it felt as though time was standing still as she lifted her eyes to meet his once more. She cared for him and there was no doubt in her mind that it wouldn't take long before her heart would fully and completely be his. Gabriel wasn't the kind of man you loved and easily forgot about. If she gave into her emotional desires for him she could be potentially setting herself for the devastation of her lifetime.
"Do you think I may be a mistake," he repeated a little firmer in his tone, his hurt over the thought was apparent.
She closed her eyes a moment and steadied her frazzled nerves. When she opened them back up she shook her head. "No. No you're not."
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he nodded, pulling her tighter to him. "There. So where do we go from here?" He bushed his lips against her temple again.
That was the million dollar question right there, as far as she was concerned. The room filled with silence once more and she shrugged, nibbling at her lower lip as she gazed back at him.
"Hmmm. Well, since you're not offering a suggestion how about this."
Interested in what he had to say and wanting to see his expression when he said it, she switched positions in the tub so she was facing him. Water splashed over the side of the tub to soak the floor. "You realize that I will be expecting you to clean that," he stated pushing forward slightly so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
"I would be happy to take care of it Mr Reynolds."
"That being said, you are in a wonderful position for me to begin massaging your legs." He gave her his wickedly sexy smile that sent her pulse racing and his hands immediately touched her left knee and slowly began to work their way up her thigh.
"Uh-huh."
"So, as I was saying. I think you should continue working for me as we agreed. You want the job and I still need the position filled."
"Okay." She couldn't disagree with his reasoning there. His hands were halfway between her knee and the apex between her legs. The familiar warmth between her legs ignited.
"But for all intents and purposes, I want this to be a relationship. I want to be with you Beth. And I hope that you believe that my intent is genuine."
Beth's heartbeat accelerated and a rush of joy flowed through her. Looking into his eyes, she didn't doubt him. She couldn't. She scrambled to her knees, straddling his lap and touched his cheek with her palm. "I believe it," she whispered.
Smiling, he nodded. "Good. So when I take you to functions and you meet my colleagues and have to deal with the press I want you doing that as my girlfriend."
She pressed her forehead to his, ghosting her lips over his. "So I'm not to be informing them that you're diddling the maid huh?" she teased.
A low growl rose up in the back of his throat and she giggled as he pulled her tight and then kissed her soundly. "You're such a handful," he scolded as he pulled his lips from hers and reclined against the back of the tub, pulling her down to him.
"There are a lot of functions. Lots of press. Society pages. The list is never ending of bullshit you may be exposed to." His eyes searched hers. "Are you okay with that?"
She gulped. She hated being the center of attention and she was the furthest thing he could get from being one of those prissy society types. But it came with who he was and she wanted him, so she knew it was something she'd have to learn to accept and deal with. "I want to be with you and if that means functions and posing for pictures then so be it."
His cock which was nestled between her legs jerked under her fuelling the passion within her. Needing his cock immediately and having full intention of having it, she wiggled onto his lap, teasing his hardened dick.
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"Haven't you had enough for one day Miss Wilmington?" Gabriel asked, not that he was complaining. Not in the least. After that happened between them in the playroom, if his appetite for her hadn't been insatiable before, it was now. She had done so well. He was proud of her and excited to see just how eager and responsive she was to him as a sub. His mind was whirl
ing with the things he wanted to do to her in the future. However, she'd been pretty sore when he carried her from the sex room and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her further.
Her eyes flashed wickedly. "Not even close," she whispered in his ear, before nipping at his lobe and trailing a string of kisses and tiny bites down his neck. His cock turned to granite and he was coming close to the end of his restraint.
"Then I'm all yours to do with as you please." Slipping a hand behind her head he guided her lips back to his.
As their tongues danced, Beth positioned his shaft at her entrance and then slowly - excruciatingly slow - she lowered herself onto it. The feel of her warm, moist core taking him in fully was as close to heaven as he thought he'd ever get. But then she began to move on him. She moved up and down his length, while rotating her hips in small circular motions and she redefined his definition of heaven.
Arching her back she let her head fall backward, her breasts jutting forward - taunting him. He wanted to grab her and pull her tight to him and pull one of those tight little nipples into his mouth, but he didn't. The view was too good to ruin. The sounds of pleasure coming from her, in a series of soft moans were almost enough on their own to make him explode.
"That's it baby, ride my cock," he urged.
Beth began to move faster, grinding down harder onto him her moans of pleasure getting louder as her breasts bounced with each rotation. Gabriel grasped unto her hips holding her tightly, helping to steady her as her pace became fast and rough. The water splashed over the sides as it whooshed back and forth around them.
"Oh God, you're so good!" she cried out as her breathing became ragged.
He groaned his agreement. It was too fucking good; if that were at all possible. She was coming soon and he was going to be right behind her. "Then come for me. Soak my cock."
He started to move his hips in time with her until they were moving in perfect sync, their bodies slamming into each other and bringing each other to the summit of their desires. "I'm going to come Beth."
"Oh, God yes! Please. I need to feel it," she begged, her eyes catching his.
Not being able to hold off a second longer, Gabriel groaned out his release, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. As his cock shot off a series of spurts of his cum, she screamed out his name, her body trembled over him. Her pussy gripped his cock, milking it for every last drop of his seed before exploding and surrounding his dick with her juices.
Panting hard, she collapsed onto him and he wrapped his arms around her waist holding her tightly onto him. After several minutes of basking in their respective orgasms, his dick still firmly sheathed inside of her wet core, Beth looked up at him with that soft, sweet smile of hers that made his heart skip a beat. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth as if considering whether or not she should say something.
Gabriel frowned. "What is it?"
Her cheeks glowed a soft rosy color. "I was wondering what else you had planned for me in your little secret room."
Gabriel's frown quickly turned to a grin. "Oh, Miss Wilmington, that's for me to know and you to find out... If you're good." He traced her lush lower lip with his index finger.
A devilish grin touched her lips that matched the wicked gleam in her eyes. "But Sir, what if I'm bad?" Beth opened her mouth and sucked his finger in.
Oh sweet fuck! As he pulled his finger from her mouth and replaced it with his lips he couldn't help thinking that he was going to be in for a wild ride with the sweet little blonde from the coffee shop. And he intended to enjoy each and every second of it.
The End
Excerpt From
Deceiving Him:
The Billionaires' BDSM Sex Club
By
Terry Towers
and
Nikki Nexus
Available Now
Chapter 1
"Did you get it?" Lexie looked up anxiously from the computer screen where a young brunette woman was strung up and being caned. She watched as her roommate entered their apartment, after her shift at the Billionaires Club. Her roommate, Nadine, a beautiful and slender twenty-two year old, black woman worked as a shooter girl at the club.
"What? No hello? No, how was your shift tonight Nadine? Nothing huh?" Nadine huffed at her childhood friend as she hung her jacket and tiny black handbag in the coat closet by the front door.
"I want you counting the lashes!" the man in the video yelled out.
Laughing, Nadine made her way across the living room and peered over Lexie's shoulder to the video she'd been watching. "I see you've been doing your homework." Nadine watched for a moment as the brunette counted down between lashes.
"8... 7..." the woman called out, wincing - but only slightly - each time the cane made contact with her reddened ass.
"That girl is taking it like a pro. Props to her," Nadine joked, turning away from the screen, suddenly disinterested.
Lexie huffed and exited the video. She had more important things to find out, such as, whether or not Nadine secured a member badge to the club for her. By the smug look in Nadine's expression she would wager it was a yes.
"So, did you get it?"
Nadine reached down the front of her tight red cut-off tank top and produced a small silver badge, about an inch in length and half an inch in width and waved it under Lexie's nose. Lexie eyed the badge, a wide smile forming on her lips. She was finally going to get into the club that could quite possibly give her the news story of a lifetime, and would kick-start her career as a journalist. She was currently a gossip columnist for a small time local gossip paper in San Francisco. But this story could launch her into the big time; it could turn her into a 'real' journalist. Excited, Lexie made a grab for the badge, but Nadine snatched her hand back and quickly backed away.
Nadine wagged her finger at Lexie. "No, no girl. We're going over some ground rules here first before I give you anything."
Lexie sighed and rolled her eyes at her friend. "Look, I know. I know. I heard you the first hundred times you stated your terms and conditions."
"Nah, I think we need to discuss them one more time." She flopped onto the thread bare floral patterned sofa, and gave the badge another shake in the air. "This could cost me the best paying job I've ever had. If anyone finds out you're not a member and I gave this to you then I will not only lose the best job of my life, but I could be facing legal action."
Lexie ranked a hand through her long flaming red curls and sighed. "Even if caught, you know I would never, ever give you up."
"It wouldn't be that hard to link us Lex. We grew up in the same town in Nebraska." she waved at their surroundings. "We share an apartment. I think they'd catch on."
"My legal address is still listed in Omaha," Lexie reminded her standing, crossing the room and flopping into an equally worn matching armchair.
Nadine sighed and passed the badge to her. "I'm trusting you. Don't fuck it up."
With a wide grin on her face Lexie accepted the badge and looked down at it. On the silver plate was the engraving T5S in black letters "So what does T5S mean anyhow?"
"Ummm. Well, here's the thing. I just couldn't walk up to my boss and ask him to give me a member badge."
Lexie shrugged. "I suppose not."
"I managed to get lucky and noticed a badge had fallen from a member's clothing and it was lying on the floor. Now if we happen to see a badge and pick it up we're required to turn it in to management. Instead, I tucked it into my bra and kept working. I could be fired for that alone, you know."
Lexie nodded. She doubted she could ever come up with the words to describe the gratitude she felt towards Nadine for sticking her neck out and risking her job to help launch hers. "And I thank you for that. I promise I will make this up to you."
"You're damned right you will," Nadine teased, bending down and unzipping her thigh high stiletto boot.
Lexie looked back down at the T5S and cringed. Something told her she wasn't going to like what it stood
for. "So what does the T5S mean?"
Nadine sighed and gave her a sympathetic smile. "It means tier five submissive."
Lexie shrugged and stared blankly at her friend. "I have no idea what that means."
Pulling off her first boot she kicked it under the plain wooden coffee table and began unzipping the second one. "Well, to simplify things for their members the club has established a system with those badges. Those labelled with an S or D, submissive or dominant, are ranked one to five."
Glancing down at the badge, Lexie shrugged. "So what does a five do?"
Looking up and meeting her friend's eyes, Nadine grinned and gave her a wink. "You do it all baby."
All? What the fuck does she mean by all?
Nadine continued with her explanation. "You like it as rough as they'll give it to you. Caning, gangbanging, humiliation, electrode stimulation, you like it as hard as they'll give it. Pain is your thang baby."
Lexie blanched, her jaw going slack. "Are you fucking serious?" She'd been watching the videos online that Nadine had directed her to, in order to be prepared for virtually anything and everything she may encounter going on at the club. Doing it all was not even close to what she was signing up for.
Nadine groaned, shaking her head. "It's not like you're actually going to do any of it. Geez, Lex. Be fuckin' happy I could get you one at all." She reached over to snatch the badge from Lexie's fingers, but Lexie was too fast, jerking the badge out of her reach.
"I am. Thank you Nadine." She stood and gave her friend a quick hug. "I owe you big for this."
Lexie's brow creased when she pulled away and peered over at her friend, noticing the devious look in her expression. "What's that look for?"
Nadine laughed and gave her head a quick shake. "You don't owe me a thing girl. My payment will be getting to see you try and handle yourself in a place like that."