“This is my apartment.” Colleen was growing wetter as he watched.
“What’s the scene?” Chase kicked off his shoes.
She glanced at the clock. “We have an hour until I have to get back to the Clemmonses. We can do whatever you want for fifty-five minutes. I need the remaining five to get dressed and get back to the dungeon.”
Chase pulled down his underwear and pants. “Anything I want?” he repeated. “So I can spank you?” The bed dipped as he climbed on it and crawled toward her.
Colleen nodded. “You expressed an interest the other night. You got to see a nonsexual version of it today. With a few guidelines, we can work it into our play. You’ll spank me the way I want you to, though.” She flicked her fingers faster as he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. He bit her, a soft nibble that nearly sent her over the edge.
He moved up next to her, leaning up on his side. She could feel the heat from his body, but they weren’t touching. Not yet.
“Or I could pin your ankles above your head and fuck you hard until you come?”
“Please do,” Colleen said, extending her leg up.
“I could also turn on the television and watch reruns of Sunday night football and eat Cheetos.” Chase tugged on her pearls, his knuckles brushing the underside of her breasts.
“I would remind you that you don’t need me for one of those choices.” Her breath was coming in short pants, and still he just watched.
“Oh, I need you all right.” He inched his face closer to hers. “Only an hour, right?”
“Fifty-three minutes.”
“I’d better get to it then.”
“You’d better,” she had a chance to murmur before he brushed his lips over hers—once, twice, three times, each kiss a little longer than the last. His mouth was warm and his tongue demanding.
Chase propped himself up on an elbow. Trailing his fingertips down her body, he traced the edge of her stockings. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He blew softly across her breasts.
Colleen’s nipples, already puckered, tightened. She bit her lip and opened her thighs, straining her chest toward him. Chase stared into her eyes. There was something in them that she wasn’t expecting. She saw desire, a deeper emotion the trembling in her stomach recognized as love, and mischief.
Mischief?
“I want to talk.”
“Talk?” Colleen balked, stopping the sweet rub on her clit. She pushed his shoulders until he was on his back.
She straddled his hips, put her hands on his chest and leaned down at him. “You’re kidding, right?”
“We only have fifty-one minutes. Baby, that’s not enough time to do everything I want to do to you.” He flipped her over.
Colleen huffed in frustration. She had figured after a day of forced abstinence, Chase would be inside her already. Still, she liked getting a taste of her own medicine. Cuddling up against him, she stroked his hip and the curve of his fine, muscled ass. Two could play at that game. Dotting kisses along her jaw, Chase inhaled sharply as her hand might have dipped to tease the head of his cock.
“Of course, tonight I plan on fucking you in every way imaginable,” he growled in her ear. “If that pleases you, Mistress.”
She gasped when his fingers plunged inside her. Wet and aching, she met his thrusting fingers with her hips.
“You please me,” Colleen said, gripping his cock.
He groaned. “Are you sure you can’t let those two in the dungeon find their own way out?”
Colleen wished she could. Especially when he rubbed the velvet tip of his cock against her hip. “They pay me a lot of money to guide them.” But they had plenty of time still. At least forty-eight minutes. Colleen pumped him in time to the rhythm his fingers were drilling into her.
Their mouths tangled again. Her angle was wrong so she couldn’t jerk off fast and rough, not with him pressed tight against her.
“Chase, please,” she cried raggedly when his mouth left hers to suck hard on her nipple. “God.”
Pleasure crashed into her and she came all over his fingers. Pulling her hand away, he moved between her thighs and replaced his fingers with his cock.
“Yes,” Colleen rested her thighs on his chest, so he went deeper.
Chase paused there, rammed in to the hilt. He gripped her legs roughly before moving his hands down her body. Rocking gently, Chase massaged her breasts until she was panting, his touch loving and wild. He pounded into her, making her breasts sway with each hard push. Teeth gritted, he asked, “Mistress, may I come?”
She shook her head wordlessly.
He increased the pace. The bed creaked loudly, a sound that made her toes curl. He fucked her harder, with quick, little strokes instead of the bed-shaking long ones.
“Mistress, may I come?” Chase’s voice was strained, desperate.
Colleen barely got out the word “No” before her ankles were pinned by her ears and all she could feel was Chase’s cock drilling into her, deep, hard, relentless.
“Yes,” she cried. “Oh yes.”
“Colleen,” he roared.
She saw bright lights and her body purred and hummed. So close. She shouted his name with each thrust that slammed into her. Colleen’s pussy spasmed around his cock. “Come, my love. Come for me,” she said.
With an inarticulate grunt that bordered on panic, Chase let go. His fingers left marks on her thighs as he came.
“Mine,” he said as his breath came back. “And only mine.” Without slipping out of her, he eased them back to a more comfortable position on the bed.
When their heartbeats came back to normal, Colleen checked the clock. She had about ten minutes. She spent five of them kissing Chase, which was becoming her favorite pastime.
“I thought you wanted to talk,” she said against his mouth.
“Talking is overrated,” he replied. “I usually wind up fucking something up.” He hugged her closer. “I want this. I want you.”
Her heart skipped giddily. “Even if you don’t always like or get what I’m doing?”
“I get that you have a plan,” he said, touching her temple. “I’m willing to let go and let you take me on a ride.”
She buried her face in his chest. “It means so much to me that you said that.”
He stroked her back. “I’m not perfect. You and I are going to tangle a lot. But there’s no place I’d rather be right now. I might not understand the kink, or maybe what floats someone’s boat sinks mine, but in the end, as long as I’m with you I can handle it. You and only you,” he emphasized.
“You and only you,” she agreed.
Chapter 13
Colleen’s first thought when she walked into the staff development meeting in the party room of Club Inferno was that she should have monitored Dante a little more closely. Instead of the sexy carnival midway she had been expecting, he had turned it into casino night. A casino with a decidedly circus theme.
“I have a ringmistress costume for you,” Dante said, gesturing to the changing rooms. “And you can decide what costume you’d like your sub to wear. We have a lion’s costume and an elephant’s one in his size.”
“Did he just call me fat?” Chase asked when Dante walked away.
“You don’t have to wear an animal costume if you don’t want. You’d have to crawl on your hands and knees.”
“What about the tail-in-my-ass thing?”
Well, that’s new. “Sure, you can just wear that.”
“No.” Chase came to a dead stop. “That’s not what I meant.” He pantomimed a football penalty. Colleen wasn’t sure if it was unnecessary roughness or offsides. Either way, she thought it was cute.
“Why don’t you stick to what you’re wearing now?” She patted his arm affectionately. They’d work up to anal play. Chase didn’t seem to mind the outfit he’d worn ever since they’d switched out the full leather mask with a half face mask that left his nose and mouth clear.
The ringmistress out
fit Dante had set aside for her was hanging on a peg with her name on it. Colleen put on the fishnet stockings, black shorts with a flap over the crotch for easy access, and the red bustier. Everything fit perfectly. She was going to assume Nefertiti had given Dante her sizes; otherwise she’d have to think about recruiting Dante for more fashion projects. The outfit was completed with a top hat, a black jacket with tails, and a signal whip rolled up on her hip.
Chase liked it, if his wide grin was anything to go by. She grabbed a handful of his T-shirt and brought him down for a kiss that left them wanting more.
“Come on, let’s do the rounds and see if we can make it an early night,” she said.
While a Las Vegas theme never would have been her first choice, Colleen had to admit that Dante had done a really good job with authenticity. The subs were behind the games of chance, like blackjack, craps, and, from the looks of it, strip poker. Everyone seemed to be having a fun time, and that was the point ofstaff development. Work and play sometimes mixed, so play became work. When the dungeon staff got together like this, it was all about support and letting go of any other expectations except pleasure. Tonight the Doms and Dommes had a night off and were clients, just like the subs who’d volunteered to “work” tonight were.
“I like the naked croupiers,” Colleen said to Chase.
“Now if I said that, I’d get smacked.”
“Keep staring at Angie and you’ll know the definition of smacked,” Colleen warned.
“I’m not staring—much.”
Angie finger-waved at him. She was a blackjack dealer tonight. Her heavy breasts almost dusted the table.
“At least you know they don’t have anything up their sleeves.”
“Up their sleeves,” Colleen emphasized, “no. But that buzzing isn’t the lights.”
“Good to know,” he said, sliding his fingers into hers.
They took a stroll around the casino floor. It felt incredibly familiar. Only this time her boss wasn’t nattering in her earpiece to take Chase to the sports bar and have him do shots of tequila off her cleavage.
The betting wasn’t taking place just at the tables, though. Of course there was pony racing, but the center stage featured Master Micah and Mistress Dionne facing each other, their subs between their legs. She had her money on Micah for lasting the longest. The competitive leer on his face gave him away.
“So how did you get into all of this, anyway?” Chase asked as they peeked inside the circus cars, where people painted like animals prowled behind cages. “I mean, you were always edgy, but not like this.” He waved his hand, encompassing the playroom.
She took his hands and tugged him along. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private.”
In the center ring the acrobats were performing moves from the Kama Sutra, and in the side rings people were lining up for high-wire sex and trapeze shenanigans. No one would be paying attention to what was going on in the stands, so she led Chase to a darkened corner on the top row of the stadium seats.
“It’s like making out in the movie theater,” he said.
“But more comfortable.” Colleen lifted the armrests to give them more room. “Now if you want the story, then you’re going to have to earn it. Slide down your pants.”
Chase looked left and right, confirming that they were alone, then did as he was told. She detached the crotch of her hot pants with a quick tear.
“Never wear anything but those ever again,” Chase panted.
Kneeling next to him, she said, “Play with my pussy while I suck you until you’re hard. Then I’ll start the story.”
Not giving him a choice, Colleen sucked on the head while she stroked him. She lavished wide tongue licks over the tip and engulfed his whole cock when Chase started fingering her. The noise of the dungeon’s pleasures added to the excitement, and she almost lost herself in the heady sensations of his big fingers stroking her and the slick, sweet hardness in her mouth.
Chase’s moans were loud in her ears when she forced herself to stop. “Keep going,” she ordered him, too close to deny herself the fast release.
“You are so beautiful when you come,” he said, rubbing her.
Shimmying her hips, she reached a dizzying orgasm and disengaged from his fingers. Shaking, she planted herself across his legs and sat on his cock. She threw her head back as her pussy clutched his instinctively.
Chase gritted his teeth. “Don’t move or it’s all over.”
Colleen sat there, reveling in how deep and thick he was. “Now, I’ll tell you about Alfie.”
“You’re mine now,” he panted, thrusting up into her. He held her hips tight on him.
“That’s right,” she said. “But before that I was his.”
“Before that you were mine,” he snarled, and bucked again. Colleen held on to his shoulders and enjoyed the ride.
“And then it went to shit.”
Chase growled. “I can’t argue with that.”
She clamped down on him again. His head rocked back. She eased her breasts out of the bustier. “Lick my nipples, slave. One lick only on each.”
His eyes on fire, Chase did what she said, his tongue raspy and wet. Colleen bit back a moan.
“He was a whale—one of the big spenders at the casino,” she said.
“Like me,” Chase grunted.
“Yeah, except he won.”
“I’ll say he did. Can I lick your nipples some more?”
“Not yet,” she said, bouncing on him for a few seconds.
“I can’t believe we’re fucking in public.”
“It’s not like we’re on center stage. We’re almost alone.”
Chase gripped her hips. “I can hear people going at it a few rows down.”
Moving slowly up and down on him now, she asked, “Does it excite you?”
“Hell, yeah.”
“Good. Now listen to the story. A few days after you and I broke up, Alfie won huge. We had spent some time together. He made me laugh and he was a gentlemen. Which was rare. Too many of those hotshots think they have carte blanche with any casino worker. For the most part, they’re right. But Alfie wasn’t like that. Anyway, I was still pissed at you and he noticed. He asked me what was wrong. I told him I had broken up with my boyfriend.”
“Technically, we weren’t broken up.”
“Didn’t you get my lipstick note?” Colleen pressed her breasts into his face, but moved back when his mouth tried to catch her nipple. “No,” she ordered.
“I figured you were mad.”
“I slapped you across the face and dumped your luggage into the pool.”
“I thought we’d have another chance.”
“We didn’t,” Colleen said, bouncing on him angrily now. She gripped his hair. “Don’t you dare come.” She fucked him like that, using him to get off, until he was breathing through his teeth.
She came with a cry, shuddering against him.
“Please,” he gritted out.
Getting off him, Colleen got on all fours. “Like this,” she said over her shoulder. “Until your knee starts to hurt.”
“What knee?” he panted, and crashed into her.
Colleen arched up to meet him as he fucked her hard and fast. The friction was good, and she felt herself building up again. She struggled to get her breath. “So Alfie asked me if I wanted the best orgasm of my life.” Colleen paused in the story when Chase growled and thrust deep, then held himself still. “I said hell yes. He made me a deal. If I agreed it was the best I’d ever had, I would marry him. If it wasn’t, then he’d give me anything I wanted to make up for it. So I agreed. I figured he’d lick my pussy or fuck me and I’d get a car out of it.”
Chase grunted. “I would have bought you a car if you’d asked me.”
“Not the point,” Colleen panted as he pulled almost completely out before ramming back into her. God, he was amazing. Hard, thick, relentless, and too caught up in her story to remember he was about to come. He stopped again, buried deep.
Colleen wiggled against him, but then remembered she had a story to finish. “Alfie brought me to a BDSM club that I had never heard of. Bought me a Gaultier dress covered in Swarovski crystals, with a matching leash and collar. I was to walk around with him and follow all his orders. I was game.”
The memory came flooding back to her. The carpet had been as soft as cashmere where she knelt. He had asked permission to fondle her breasts while she watched the other subs and Doms play. Then he asked to put clips on them. Then to place a vibrator that her underwear would hold in place. She got lost in those sensations until Chase’s pounding cleared them. Suddenly that memory was a wisp and it was her own dungeon’s floor she was on.
“Come in me,” she ordered, and held on for dear life when he let loose. There were no more ghosts between them. Just the slap of their bodies and her moans that she didn’t bother to hide. Her place. Her dungeon. Her man. “Fuck me, my love,” she whispered.
He drilled her deep and exploded with a ragged cry. Chase rocked into her a few more times, and she leaned down on her elbows to enjoy him. Her orgasm was quieter, but powerful enough that it took her breath.
“Yes,” Chase breathed out, pulling out. “Ow, my knee.” He sank back on his butt.
“I told you to stop when it hurt.”
“It just started to hurt. Besides, I’d walk with a permanent limp for that.”
They fixed their clothing and walked back to the rings with their arms around each other. “So that’s where it all began?” Chase asked.
“Yeah, I was his sub for most of our marriage, but in the last year before his death he switched it up. I never went back to being a submissive. I like the dominant role too much.”
He rubbed her back.
“That’s not a deal breaker for you, is it?”
“Colleen, you make me feel like I can fly. You can get me hard with a look. I’m ready to fuck you again, and I can’t feel my legs. Nothing is a deal breaker for me.”
“Chase, this intensity can’t last. You know that, right?”
“Talk to me again when it fades, because right now I want to have a beer and have you sit on my lap.”
Colleen hugged him tight. “Get your second wind. Because after that beer, I want to ride your face until I come.”
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