Tease Me (The Temptation Duet Book 2)

by Roxy Sloane

  As I recover from the thrill of watching the flogging scene, I realize what’s been nudging in the back of my mind all night, ever since I arrived.

  I like it here.

  I should be shocked, disgusted even. The things happening under this roof are illicit and dirty, and most women would have turned around and fled by now.

  But I’m not most women.

  I’m curious. Excited. And definitely turned on.

  There’s something so glamorous and seductive about this place. It’s where your wildest fantasy could come true – no judgment, no shame. There’s something liberating about the secrecy. Nobody knows each other’s names, and nobody cares. This is all about pleasure and freedom, nothing else. For a few hours, you can forget about all your responsibilities and hang-ups, and just be yourself. The real world doesn’t exist.

  My pulse has just about returned to normal when a woman in a sleek leather dress approaches me. I notice a discreet earpiece tucked against her cheek.

  “Ms. Jenkins?”

  I look up.

  “Your room is ready.”

  My heart stops. This is it. Him.

  It’s time.

  The woman leads me down the hallway, her heels tapping on the polished floor. I follow with my heart in my throat. I don’t know where she’s leading me, or what to expect. With every step, my nerves twist tighter. I’m anxious, scared – and turned on.

  The hostess stops outside a door. Diamond.

  “Enjoy,” she says with a knowing wink. Then she turns and walks away.

  Adrenaline, desire, and anticipation all course through my system in a wave that leaves me dizzy. Behind this door is the answer I’ve been waiting for, the identity of the man who’s sent me on this naughty, delicious adventure.

  I take a deep breath and reach for the doorknob.

  This is it.

  ELEVEN

  I step into the room, and right away, disappointment hits me.

  There’s nobody here.

  The room is empty. I don’t understand. Where is he??

  Maybe we’re still playing the game.

  The thought lifts my spirits. Yes, that’s got to be it. This is just the next part of his plan – which means only good things are waiting for me.

  I close the door and look around. The room is small and cozy, lit by vintage-looking brass sconces on the wall. There’s a leather chaise positioned in the middle of the room, facing a wall covered by heavy velvet curtains. Another wall has an intricate wooden grille, almost like the confessional they have in church.

  I wonder if I’m supposed to confess my sexy secrets. My mystery man seems to know them all already.

  Suddenly, I hear a high-pitched moan from a neighboring room. I grin. Somebody’s getting lucky tonight.

  I wait for him to reveal the next part of this game, but nothing happens.

  The moans get louder.

  I realize that they’re coming from the front of the room, from behind the curtain. I slowly approach the drapes and lean closer. The moaning woman is definitely on the other side.

  I pause, not sure what I’m supposed to do next. I wonder for a moment if he is in the other room, if he’s the one making that woman moan.

  I feel a flash of jealousy. I want his hands on me, not anyone else.

  The woman lets out a deep, pleasure-filled gasp. My fingers twitch with curiosity, and I can’t stop myself reaching to pull the curtain back.

  I want to see.

  I inch the curtain open the tiniest bit, enough to allow me peek through the gap. There’s glass behind it, and I realize that the curtain hides a window.

  I open the curtain a little wider.

  On the other side of the glass is a private bedroom, intimately lit. A large canopy bed dominates the room.

  A woman is tied to the bed. Blindfolded.

  My breath catches as I take in the details of the scene. There’s a shirtless man standing over her, unlacing the front of her dress. She arches back, thrusting up off the bed, the tops of her thighs gleaming from her arousal.

  Suddenly, the man’s hand darts out and grabs her ankle. With a quick pull, he flips her onto her stomach. Her shriek of surprise turns into a squeal when he slaps his palm against her ass with a loud crack.

  “Behave,” he orders. His voice seethes with power.

  “Yes, Sir,” she gasps, rising on her knees to give him better access to her ass.

  “You want that pretty ass of yours reddened, don’t you?” he asks.

  “Please, Sir, you know that’s what I deserve.” She parts her knees, opening herself up to him.

  Her hands are still tied to the headrest, her arms twisted loosely, in an exquisite X.

  I’m enthralled. I know I should close the curtain and give them their privacy, but I can’t move a muscle. I can hear the desperation in this woman’s voice. She craves his hand heating her skin, the palm slaps stinging her ass and thighs a rosy pink. Even after watching the display in the main room, shock and thrill is still fresh in my veins.

  Intoxicating.

  He spanks her slowly, each hit of his palm solid, expertly placed. Her gasps and moans tell me that she loves every strike.

  As I watch, he slowly rolls her panties down her thighs, giving each inch of revealed skin a few sharp taps. By the end, when he’s slapping the soles of her feet, she a panting, writhing mess.

  “I don’t think you’re ready yet,” he murmurs.

  “Yes! Yes! Please,” she whimpers.

  “Not until I say so, sweetheart.” He slides his hand between her open thighs and then lightly swats her pussy.

  Her back arches, her toes curl. I can’t believe it, but she’s coming, right there in front of me. I watch her body writhe with the force of her climax, as the man gently rubs her clit, pushing her orgasm to the next level.

  Oh. My. God.

  This is so naughty. I shouldn’t watch, but I’m hidden, alone, my body tingling. I can’t turn away.

  “You came without permission, darling,” he murmurs with affection.

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she replies, sincere regret in her voice. “Can I make it up to you?”

  “I don’t know if you can,” he teases. He pets her back, her pink ass, dips his fingers into her wet pussy.

  Her voice turns desperate. “Please, let me suck you, Sir. I need to taste you.”

  “I don’t know if you’ve earned the privilege of tasting your Master’s cock. You disobeyed,” he croons.

  “No,” she cries. “Please! I’ll be so good for you!” She pulls at her bonds trying to touch him.

  He pets her face, shushes her. “It’s all right, my darling. I’ll give you what you need.” He unties her from the bed.

  My heart is thundering like crazy. There’s something so thrilling about being hidden here. This couple don’t know that I can see them, that I’m standing just a few feet away.

  It’s wrong, but I’m wet, just watching them. I can feel the low ache between my thighs, my nipples pulling tight and sharp.

  I cup my breast through my dress, softly stroking my nipple, trying to relieve the ache. It only makes me hotter as I hide behind the curtain and watch the couple through the hidden window.

  The blindfolded woman gets on her knees in front of the bed. The man yanks down his pants and drives his hard cock into her mouth. She licks along the length, moaning and gasping with pleasure. He buries his hands in her hair and sinks deeper. She cries out in pleasure around his thickness.

  My legs go weak. I’ve tried watching porn before, but I never found it did much for me. It was all bleached blonde girls with implants getting jackhammered by pumped up models. But this…

  This is hotter than anything I’ve seen before. They’re real, right here in front of me. Nothing staged, nothing pretend. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust of his cock is all for real, and I can’t help the way my body responds, so fucking turned on to see them.

  I imagine myself in her place, on my knees. A hand fis
ted tight in my hair as a thick hard cock takes its pleasure from my mouth. Rubbing against my tongue, pushing into my throat as I kneel helpless and bound. Loving every second of it and needing so much more.

  The man pulls his woman onto her feet. He picks her up in his arms and carries her to the bed, laying her down on her back again. He reties her hands to the slats of the headboard with the silken rope.

  “You’re so good to me, my darling. So beautiful,” he praises, his hand caressing the length of her body. “I want you to enjoy this.”

  He runs his hands over her skin, following them with his mouth in small nips and licks and kisses. His palms hold her down in place as she arches towards the teasing touch. She begs him for more and he ignores her, tweaking her nipple, nibbling along her collarbone, caressing her thighs.

  I imagine hands running over my naked body, pinching my nipples, rubbing my clit. His lips whispering praise and leaving kisses, licks, bites in their path.

  A moan slips past my lips.

  No! I clasp my hand over my mouth, horrified at the noise. But the couple on the other side of the window don’t react. They must not have heard me.

  I watch him slide down her body, leaving no skin untouched from his fingers and lips. She’s on fire, her voice only moans and half-finished cries. She writhes on the bed, body strung tight, forced to feel everything he gives her.

  He moves down between her splayed legs, and sucks a dark mark on her creamy thigh. He lifts her knees, opening her up before he leans in and licks up against her cunt.

  Holy shit, that’s hot.

  I watch him worship her pussy with his mouth, and all I can feel is the throbbing ache between my legs. My desperate need to be touched. My thighs slide, damp against each another as I try to find friction. Anything to satisfy the ache.

  A frustrated groan escapes my lips. I need more than the slick, unsatisfying slide.

  I need pressure. Friction.

  I need more.

  I reach down, squeezing my aching nipple tight with one hand as the other slides up my thigh. I slip my hand under my skirt. My panties are soaked through, and I press against them with a groan of relief. I’m desperate, aching, needing to satiate the throb—

  A man’s voice comes from behind the screen.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Touch yourself.”

  TWELVE

  I freeze. Somebody’s watching me!

  I wrench my hand from under my skirt and spin around. There’s a dark silhouette behind the wooden grille that I swear wasn’t there when I entered the room.

  Somebody’s there. He’s seen everything.

  “Oh my god,” I gasp, mortified. My heart races and my skin is burning up in embarrassment. I can’t believe someone watched me spy on the other couple – and touch myself because I was so turned on.

  “Shh. It’s OK,” the man murmurs. His voice feels warm, familiar. But I know I’ve never heard it before.

  “Don’t be embarrassed,” he reassures me, sounding amused. “They can’t see you or hear you. They don’t know that you’re watching. You’re safe.”

  “Who are you? What are you doing?” I nervously ask. “I didn’t realize anyone was there.”

  I wonder if this is part of the club: every room has a hidden viewpoint for guests to keep watch on the people inside. But no, he said the people in the other room have no idea that I’m here. They can’t see or speak to me – and I can do both with this man.

  “I’ve been watching you,” he says, his voice thick with satisfaction. “I knew you’d like the club. All the naughty, dirty things people do. You’re a natural.”

  Realization hits me so hard my knees go weak.

  “It’s you,” I whisper, flooded with excitement. “ You’re here.”

  “I am, sweetheart,” he replies, his voice warm and teasing. “Surprise.”

  I catch my breath, trying to process this new twist in the game. Now I have a voice to put to the notes, but I have no idea who he really is.

  Still, knowing he’s there, just a few feet away from me, fills me with anticipation. This is the closest we’ve ever been. I can see him, hear him. And he could come into the room at any time.

  “I enjoyed your gifts,” I tell him, trying to sound casual. Like I’m wooed by sexy, mysterious strangers all the time. “You have good taste.”

  He chuckles. “You looked so beautiful when you came. Did you feel me there, watching you? Did you wish it was me fingering that slick pussy instead? Filling you up, stretching you wide open.”

  His voice washes over me in a sensual caress. I shiver with lust.

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “I’m just getting started. Are you ready to play?”

  I gulp, then nod.

  “Good girl,” he says, and I can hear the tension of lust in his voice. “Now, I want you to touch yourself.”

  My stomach twists. I can hear it in his voice, he wants me. Needs me. As much as I need him.

  “Come here and touch me yourself,” I challenge.

  I lick my lips. My hard nipples rasp painfully against the lace of my bra, electrifying every nerve in my body. My pussy throbs as I wait for his response.

  Mr. X chuckles again. “Not yet, my pretty minx. Right now, I just want to watch.”

  I make a noise of disappointment and frustration. I need him to touch me, now. My body is aching, way past the point of just being turned on.

  I crave him. His hands. His tongue.

  His cock buried deep inside me.

  Another moan comes from behind the curtain, and this time, it seems to taunt me. She has a man giving her what she needs, and I can only stand here on shaking legs, craving that touch.

  “Open the curtain, Justine.” He orders me. “Watch them.”

  Almost as if in a trance, I push the curtain aside and look through the window. My breath catches at what I see.

  They’re on the bed, naked. The man has the woman on her back, her legs thrown up over his shoulders. He slams his thick cock inside her, so hard her back arches and she lets out a cry of pleasure.

  The sound ignites something inside of me, a deep craving instinct.

  Fuck, that’s hot.

  My fingers tighten on the skirt of my dress, dragging it up my legs. I’m so turned on, so aware of my body and the wetness aching between my thighs.

  “Touch yourself,” he murmurs from across the room. “Your pretty nipples are stiff, I can see. They’re begging for you to touch them, aren’t they?”

  I nod, my mouth dry. I’m turned on by his voice, and the X-rated scene in front of me, but still something holds me back.

  Should I do this? Touch myself while he watches?

  “Push your dress aside, sweetheart,” he orders me, his voice stronger now. “Touch your breasts, stroke them. Don’t think. Just let yourself feel.”

  As if under a spell, I find myself loosening the tie around my waist and pushing my dress off one shoulder. I’m wearing a silk bra underneath, and I tug the strap down my arm. A shock of cool air hit my bare breast, making me gasp, but it just adds to the sensual pleasure as I cup myself with my hand.

  I gently stroke the swollen skin. Mmm, that feels good. My nipple is tight, begging for attention, so I close my fingers around it and give a light tweak.

  Yes…

  “That’s it, sweetheart. You like it, don’t you?” His voice is hypnotic, low and smooth. “You love me watching you. Telling you what to do... Now squeeze harder.”

  His voice caresses my senses, and my hands follow his commands as if they have a mind of their own. I reach both hands to my breasts, and pinch and squeeze my puckered nipples. Pleasure strikes through me, straight to my core.

  “You’re doing so well, my dirty girl.” He sounds pleased. “Think about how next time I’ll be the one touching you.”

  I close my eyes, lost to the feel of my hands on my hot skin. I can feel the aching need twisting tight between my thighs as I press and squeeze my breasts.

 
I don’t think, just feel, but even in the haze of pleasure, I throb for something more. The teasing is becoming too much— I’ve been turned on all night and now that I’m so close...

  My hand creeps lower, over my stomach. I have to ease the ache. I need to touch myself.

  “No, darling. Stop that,” he orders. My hand stills. “No touching that juicy cunt. Not yet.”

  It sounds like a challenge. Suddenly, the need to take control pulses through me.

  “Come here and stop me,” I tease him. I slide my fingers lower, down over my soaking panties. I press lightly and gasp. God, that feels so good!

  “I said stop.” His voice means business. “If you come before I say you can, then I’ll walk out right now and never come back.”

  “What if I want to be in control this time?” I ask, nudging the lace aside. My fingers sink into the wetness, and fuck, I want to come right now.

  “These are my rules, take them or leave them.” The reply is harsh. Then he softens. “Don’t you like giving in to my orders? Isn’t that what makes this such a thrill?”

  I pause. He’s right. This is already the sexiest, most sensual experience of my life – and it’s all because he’s the one calling the shots. I just have to trust he’ll make this good for me. He’s already proven he can blow my mind without laying a single hand on me.

  I pull my hand away, even though my body is screaming for more.

  “What do you want me to do?” I ask.

  The answer comes, thrillingly direct.

  “Take off your clothes.”

  THIRTEEN

  I do as he says.

  Carefully, I undo the sash and let my dress drop to the floor. I’m so turned on that even the feel of the fabric rippling over my skin makes me gasp with sensation.

  “Beautiful…” his voice is smoky with desire. “Turn around, let me see you.”

  I turn a slow circle, jutting my hip to show off my curves and the lace lingerie.

  “Lay down on the couch now, and spread your legs.”

  A shock of lust hits right between my thighs. I follow his order, arranging myself across the chaise lounge. It’s deliciously comfortable, the pillows propping my back up and putting me on display: my bra pushed down around my waist, and the scrap of thong underwear that doesn’t conceal anything at all.