Maggie's Desire

by Heidi Lynn Anderson

  "Brian, please" she screamed, not knowing what she wanted. Knowing she needed more.

  Finally the moist heat of his mouth caressed her mound and his strong hands gripped her hips. Brian's delectable tongue swiped the seam of her lips, grazing her clit.

  "Yes."

  He hummed his appreciation. "You taste so good."

  She melted, her body going lax. He kissed, nipped, and lapped until her body and mind were one. Maggie felt as if she were floating on a cloud of ecstasy.

  One of Brian's hands moved from her hip and gentle fingers probed the heated flesh of her pussy. He glided his finger inside. She saw stars and must have called out his name because she heard him say, "That's it, baby. Call my name, only my name."

  His fingers rubbed upward and caressed a particularly sensitive spot. Her world tipped upside down. Fluid ran from her center over his hand.

  Before she came back to her senses, he was sitting her up and undressing himself so fast. It took her a moment to figure out what he was doing. Gloriously naked now, he pushed his hard cock into her mouth.

  His musky taste spread over her lips. She took her time to explore his dick with her tongue. Maggie wanted to memorize every vein and ridge.

  Brian pulled on her hair and guided her mouth where he wanted. Pre-cum dripped on her tongue. She moaned with delight.

  He stilled. "Fuck, Maggie." Brian pulled himself from her lips.

  She grasped for him. "No."

  "I need to be inside you," he grunted.

  Brian pick up his pants and fished out a condom, ripping it with his teeth. He rolled it on his large dick, lifted her, and kissed her hard on the mouth. The scratch of his teeth on her lips drove her to the edge.

  Laying her on a pillow, Brian positioned himself between her legs. The thick head of his cock found its way to her ready opening. He pushed in slowly.

  Tears of joy spilled from Maggie's eyes. "Oh, Brian," she called out in pure ecstasy. Nick was good. This was better.

  "Who's inside you, Maggie?"

  "You are."

  What's my name?"

  She moved her hips to seat him deeper. Her body filled with pleasure. Every cell called his name. "Brian. Oh, God, Brian."

  He pumped recklessly and did a little swivel. His cock hit all the right places, driving Maggie crazy.

  "Fuck, Maggie, you're tight."

  "Brian."

  "I want to feel your cunt around me when you come."

  His word pushed her over the edge. Light exploded behind her eyes. Her soul ripped apart. "Brian, Brian, Brian," she chanted. Her pussy milked his cock.

  Instead of throwing his head back like she'd watched him do in the club before coming, he stared down at her and looked straight into her heart. "Maggie!"

  Heat filled her pussy. She climaxed again. Maggie raked her hands down his back and nipped his shoulder. He shook and collapsed on top of her. Brian rolled them both. She gazed at him. Embarrassment washed over her. She'd never lost that much control before.

  Brian kissed her. "That was fucking amazing."

  Chapter Nine

  Maggie woke to the feel of hard man against her back. She smiled and wiggled into Brian's hard cock. Her body came alive all over again.

  Stretching, she took inventory. Her muscles throbbed in a delectable symphony of aching need.

  They'd spent the night napping and making love. She was feeling the after effects now and she loved it. Who would have thought you could feel so alive after having numerous mind-blowing orgasms.

  Brian moaned. His arm around her waist flexed. "Good morning, sexy."

  Her nipples puckered at the roughened sound of his voice. "Good morning."

  "What time is it?" he asked, his lips brushing her neck.

  She blinked the sleep from her eyes and focused on the clock. "Nine am. Don’t you have to be a work?”

  “No, I have the day off, so we have time.” Brian's chin rubbed the back of her neck.

  The feel of his unshaven face sent a luscious chill over her. “Time for what?”

  "For this." He slid his hand under the sheets and pushed her leg gently bending it. Maggie felt his cock slide against her ass, finding her ready opening. If her pussy could jump for joy, it would've. Instead it clamped down around his invasion. She cried out. They'd run out of condoms sometime around three am and had the talk about being STD free. Maggie loved that she could feel him skin to skin. Having him that much closer, connected them in a truly special way.

  Brian grunted. "God, I could do this all day."

  "Mmm, me too. Too bad I have to take Nick to the airport in an hour."

  "He can find someone else to take him."

  She flexed her hips back into him. "No one else is available."

  He moved rhythmically, igniting all of her pleasure censors. "Well, I'll have to make this really good to hold us over until tonight."

  A gentle wave of delight shimmered over her, bringing the first delectable orgasm with it. "Oh, Brian, more."

  Brian cupped her breast and fondled her nipples. ""Honey, I will never get tired of you calling my name."

  * * * *

  Maggie strolled into Paradise two hours before opening. The scent of melted wax still permeated the air in the space. Wax play night always brought in a large percentage of the membership. She made a mental note to ask Julie to send a bonus to the cleaning company.

  Even though they paid them three times their normal rate to clean the club, Maggie was sure they earned a little extra. Let's face it, the things that go on in a place like this warranted a haz-mat suit.

  She gripped her clipboard and read the note from the bartender.

  Hope you had a good night off. The club was crazy busy and I think I need a raise.

  She chuckled, and wrote back.

  LOL. I'm sure you made a killing in tips. Next time, I'll make sure someone's on to help you.

  She should've been here last night, but after the emotional rollercoaster of a day yesterday, she just hadn't had it in her. Besides if she'd been at work last night, rocking hot sex with Brian would've never happened.

  She sighed in happiness. Memories of last night and this morning washed over her. She'd earned that extra donut and her morning coffee with Nick before she dropped him off. She and Nick had had a heart-to-heart and all was right with them again. Maggie really hoped he would find someone that would appreciate him.

  She took in a deep breath, walked around the bar, and started to take inventory. A masculine-sounding moan came from one of the back rooms. Maggie wished she'd remembered her earphones for her iPhone. Having to listen to one of Julie's sessions was not on her list of thing she wanted to do today.

  "Yes, Mistress Julie," a familiar voice moaned.

  Shock and jealousy raced through Maggie's veins, lava hot. "What the hell?" She rushed to the back hallway.

  The sound of a paddle hitting flesh reverberated off the hall walls. Maggie stopped at the dungeon room. She peeked in through the slightly-opened door. Brian lay face down on a board suspended from the ceiling, his ass lifted and his arms and legs strapped down.

  Hurt pummeled her heart. It shattered into a million pieces. The cock-sucking son of a bitch.

  She watched Julie wield a mahogany paddle. With every sharp whack, the platform swung. The smooth wood gleamed in the dim light and the red welts on Brian's ass glistened with wet, red dots.

  The look of rapture on his face had tears burning Maggie's eyes. Last night when they talked, she thought they'd come to an understanding—apparently not.

  She watched Julie mark his body in silence. Maggie had spent hours training with the other woman. She knew Julie liked to demand things from her subs. In her sessions, both the Domme and the sub were vocal. The scene in front of her wasn't either.

  They must do this all the time. For the life of her, she couldn't remember seeing Brian's name on the books and she sure as hell didn't know they had sessions with each other. Maggie warred with the decision to leave or
demand an explanation. She stood there watching, her body frozen in place.

  At a closer look, Maggie noticed Julie had welts marking her skin that the tight leather cat suit didn't cover. What the fuck?

  Tears streaked down her face and pain filled her chest. Is this how Brian felt, seeing me with Nick?

  The room went quiet. Julie strolled to the switch on the wall and pressed it. The pulley creaked to life and lifted Brian so he was vertical.

  No, what she saw now was sexy, but not sexual. It seemed that Julie was relieving Brian of a burden, as if a therapist would a client. Julie always said that being a paid Dominatrix was like being a shrink, and for the most part, Maggie agreed.

  She'd seen Julie with clients being dominated and doing the dominating, and it never looked as intimate as it did right now. She knew that for Julie, this was a job—but it didn't seem like one now.

  Julie uncoiled her whip and flicked her wrist. It cut through the air with a hiss. Brian shuddered when it missed him. "Please, Mistress."

  "I didn't tell you to talk." She wielded the whip high in the air and brought it down. The sound of the tip hitting the floor echoed throughout the room.

  Brian tossed his head back and forth in aggravation.

  "Why do you want to feel the kiss of my whip?" Julie asked as she traced the whip's handle down his spine.

  His body convulsed and Maggie leaned in to hear his answer.

  "I need to pay for my mistake."

  Maggie's legs went weak. Was sleeping with me a mistake? What a fool she was. Here she thought they'd come to an understanding, and all the while, Brian thought she was a mistake.

  She couldn't watch any more. Maggie turned to leave and banged into the doorframe. "Shit." A sob ripped from her chest as she ran.

  The click clack of Julie's boots followed her. "Maggie, wait."

  How could she be so stupid? Swiping at the tears blurring her vision, she finally made it back to the bar.

  She spotted Logan walk in the front door. He rushed to her and scooped her into his chest. "What happened?"

  She clawed at him, not able to form words.

  Julie skidded to a stop in front of them. "Maggie, it's not what it looks like."

  She buried her face into Logan's chest, wanting to disappear into him.

  "What the fuck is going on?" Logan asked.

  Julie sighed. "She saw me in a session with Brian."

  "Oh, I see." Logan caressed a comforting hand down her back. "You go back to Brian," he said to Julie. "I'll talk to Maggie and bring her to you when she's ready."

  "Like hell you will," she gritted out. The last thing she wanted was to talk about the betrayals she'd just witnessed.

  Logan set Maggie down on the bar and smoothed her hair from her face. "What happened?"

  She whipped the back of her hand under her nose. "I know I shouldn't have watched Julie in a session without her permission. I couldn't help it." She hiccupped. "Last night Brian and I came to an understanding and apparently he thinks it was a mistake."

  Logan brushed away a tear with his thumb. "Okay, you're going to have to spell it out for me."

  She took in a ragged breath and gazed into Logan's bright blue eyes. "Brian and I fucked and we decided we would try to figure out where our relationship was heading."

  "And, I am to assume that you didn't think it would lead to a session with Julie?"

  Men are such dumbasses. "I just figured since I'm in training that we would play with each other. I didn't know he had sessions with Julie."

  Logan walked around the bar and poured her some water. "I know Brian has been seeing Julie off the books for years." He handed her the glass. "Drink this."

  Maggie took the water and guzzled it. "Why didn't Julie tell me they were seeing each other?" She slammed the glass down on the bar. "Why would she be so supportive of Brian and I getting together if she was with him?"

  "Whoa," Logan said, waving his hands. "Brian and Julie are not in a relationship. Julie provides a service to Brian."

  She couldn't take any more of this shit. "Whatever. I need to get out of here."

  Logan grabbed her arm and held Maggie in place. "Don't you think you should ask what was going on?"

  "Fuck them."

  Logan let her go. His handsome face filled with understanding. "Have you ever known Julie to have a fling with one of her clients?"

  Julie had one rule when it came to being a paid Domme. You don't fuck your clients. Maggie sighed. "No."

  Logan swiped a tear from her cheek. "Don't you feel you should at least talk to them and see what was going on?"

  "I know what I saw."

  Logan shoved his hands into his pockets. "Tell me."

  Pain ripped at her heart. "I saw Brian tell Julie being with me was a mistake."

  "Was that really what he said?"

  She squeezed her eyes shut. "It might as well have been."

  He cupped her cheek. "Tell me his exact words."

  Maggie sucked in a deep breath and told Logan what she heard and saw.

  "You need to go talk to them." Logan lifted her in a hug and kissed her on the top of the head. "Go."

  If Logan wanted her to talk to them, she would. Maggie scrubbed her hands over her face and went back to the dungeon.

  She stopped at the doorway. Brian sat fully clothed on the silk-lined table with his head in his hands. Julie methodically picked up the room.

  She dropped the whip she held and hurried to her. "Maggie, I'm so glad you decided to talk to us."

  Brian's head flew up and his gaze met hers. Maggie forced herself to keep her eyes focused on Julie. "So, talk."

  Julie's eyebrow arched. "I think this is something the two of you need to talk about."

  Maggie's stomach clenched. "I'm a mistake."

  "No!" Brian stood. "I'm sorry you heard that."

  "But, not sorry you said it?"

  He shook his head. "No."

  His words felt like a punch to her chest. "I see."

  He moved to her and stopped when Maggie backed up a step. "No, you don't," he said. Brian shoved his hands in his pockets. "I have been a client of Mistress Julie ever since I joined the club. I use her as a therapy of sorts."

  "That's fucked up."

  Julie stepped forward. "It's no more fucked up than a rape victim taking a job in a sex club and learning how to be a switch so she can feel in control."

  Maggie didn't feel in control now. She shrugged. "Whatever."

  "For the longest time I felt numb," Brian said. "The only way I could feel anything was if Julie was causing me pain. She broke down the walls I put up after Amy's accident."

  The more she listened the harder it was to stay mad. Holding on to the last little bit of mad she had, she asked, "Why am I a mistake?"

  "You are not a mistake. The mistake was letting someone touch and take what was mine."

  The words of possession turned her on and pissed her off at the same time. "I'm not yours. I'm mine."

  He took a tentative step forward. "Fair enough."

  "Oh, for fuck sake," Julie said, throwing up her arms.

  "Will you two jackass's stop playing the word game." Julie pointed to Brian and looked at Maggie. "What jackass number one it trying to say is he felt bad about letting Nick take what you offered to him first." Then she pointed to Maggie and looked at Brian. "And what jackass number two is trying to say is that she's hurt that you didn't trust her to give you what you needed."

  Julie fisted her hands on her hips. "Maggie is more than capable of doing sessions with you." She picked up a riding crop and handed it to Maggie, then smiled.

  Brian grinned and eyed Maggie. "Julie has a way with words."

  Her heart slipped into her throat as loved filled her. She knew they had a long way to go, but she would give it all she had. Maggie slapped the riding crop on her palm. "Yes, she does."

  His pupils dilated and he shivered. "What do you say you make me atone for the cluster fuck I made of this."
r />   Julie slid out of the room and closed the door.

  She smiled as the last remnants of hurt fluttered away. "I have been known to show no mercy. Are you sure you're up for it?"

  He scooped her into his arms. "Bring it on."

  She wiggled out of his embrace. "Get undressed and lean over the spanking bench."

  His face sobered and his eyes glinted with challenge. "Yes, Mistress."

  The title thrilled her. This powerful man was going to submit to her. Maggie's insides quivered with excitement. She watched Brian strip and ready himself over the bench.

  She undressed, picked up the whip from the table, and stood in front of Brian. "To have a man like you, all strong and built in front of me is my deepest desire."

  Brian's dick grew hard. "I'm glad I can fulfill your needs."

  Maggie's nipples pebbled. "What's your safe word?'

  "Desire."

  She moved behind him and started to mark his back with the whip. With every new welt decorating his hard body, he moaned and arched into the sting of the whip.

  Sweat poured from her, making the whip slip in her hands. Something inside her opened. All the old pain evaporated, tears stung her eyes. She crisscrossed his legs. Feelings of power surged through her. Having a man let her do this to him empowered her. She knew if he wanted, he could easily turn the tables, but he didn't and that made her fall for him more.

  Brian moaned, bringing her back. She tossed down the whip and moved to him. Maggie gently kissed every mark from his shoulder blades to his ankles. She swallowed the emotion in her throat. She stepped in front of him and helped him stand.

  His eyes shown with tears and for a moment, she thought she'd gone too far.

  "Thank you, Mistress." Brian knelt in front of Maggie and buried his head against her pelvis.

  Fresh longing pooled between her legs and she moaned.

  "Please, Mistress, can I have a taste?"

  The deep satisfaction marring his handsome face filled her heart. She spread her legs. "Just a little taste."

  Brain smiled up at her. "Thank you, Mistress." He leaned in and lapped at her pussy.