by Livia Grant
Natalie stirred in his embrace, but he quickened his pace and murmured comforting phrases in her ear, wanting to get her away from the commotion. He carried her to the chill-out room and found a quiet corner to sit in. Only one other couple was inside, and they were completely engrossed in one another and not paying any attention to Hunter and Natalie, let alone the ongoing disturbance outside.
Once her breaths had slowed, he kissed her forehead and tucked her dark wavy locks behind her ears. There were bottles of water on a side table nearby, and he grabbed one and opened it.
“Can you drink something for me, Natalie? Please?”
She nodded and said, “yes, sir,” in a dreamy, relaxed tone.
He tilted the bottle to her mouth, and she accepted a few careful sips.
Their eyes locked and she graced him with a smile that tore him to pieces. Holy fuck. He tightened his hold on her, never wanting to let her go. Never wanting this night to end.
“Sir, may I ask you a question, please?” Her gentle voice drifted up, a balm to his lonely soul. He gazed down at her, drawn to the inner beauty reflected in her expressive eyes.
“Yes, Natalie. What is it you want to know?”
“Well, I have two questions, actually.”
“Go ahead.”
“Did you know I would be here tonight?”
“No.” He kissed her forehead again. “But I am glad for it. Now, what’s your second question?”
“Why did you buy a ticket to the Urban Green Society’s Winter Ball?”
He cupped her face in his hands, trailing his thumbs through the dried water marks left by her tears. “Because I wanted to see you. I never stopped thinking about you, even after all these years. I worried about you, and I’m sorry I didn’t do more to help you in the aftermath of the scandal.”
She shook her head. “What could you have done, really? I appreciated that you never spoke badly about me to the press. You never used me in your attacks on my father, like a lot of people did. You were kind to me on the night of the last debate, when I showed up to support my father, and then he yelled at me backstage. You missed that part, I think, but when you promised not to hurt me, and when you said that you believed what happens in our private lives should stay private, well, all of that made me feel a little better in the following weeks during the constant storm of judgment and ridicule.”
“Only a select loud few disliked you because of the scandal, but fuck them,” he said adamantly. “They don’t know the real you, and they don’t deserve to, either. You’re a fucking treasure, Natalie.”
Still grasping her face, he leaned down to kiss her. She parted her lips with a sexy whimper, and he delved his tongue deep inside, taking command as he tasted her and drank her in. All of her, his for the taking. When at last he withdrew, she was breathless and wiggling on his lap, intentionally digging her bottom against his raging hard-on.
“When you’re ready, we’ll go roll for our next activity. And actually, we’ll roll twice this time so we won’t have to go back on stage a third time.”
“I’m ready, sir.”
Chapter 9
To her surprise, Hunter retrieved her clothing from the medical play room before they returned to the stage. He allowed her to slip on her dress and her heels, but he shoved her panties and bra into his pockets.
“Souvenirs,” he said.
He kept a hand pressed to the small of her back while they stood on stage. She held her breath during each roll on the activity wheel, still holding out for a good beating. But alas, she didn’t roll spanking or whipping. Perhaps another time, she thought, with a hopeful glance at her dom. He’d admitted to buying the ticket to the charity ball because he’d wanted to see her. Surely that meant he wanted to see her more than once. Or did it? Her higher brain functions weren’t working optimally yet, thanks to the devastating orgasm he’d given her after taking off the clit pump. Her pussy clenched at the memory of it.
“Oral and vaginal intercourse,” he growled in her ear, guiding her down the stage steps. “Are you ready to choke on my cock and then take a hard pounding in your tight little cunt?”
His crass words made her flush from head to toe.
“Um, yes, sir. I’m ready to take your cock.” She squeezed his hand as they headed for a room containing a padded leather table. “In whatever hole you wish,” she added a few seconds later.
“Don’t tempt me to take your ass, young lady. You didn’t spin anal. We’ll be disqualified from the game.” He gave her a playful push into the semi-private room. There was a curtain that could be drawn shut, but Hunter made no move to close it. None of the attendees had followed them over, and as she peeked outside the room, she supposed there were much more interesting scenes happening at the moment. Oral and vaginal intercourse were pretty basic, but while she’d initially been disappointed she hadn’t spun for a beating, excitement still abounded within her.
She couldn’t wait to choke on Hunter’s cock, as he’d so eloquently put it.
He made quick work of removing her dress and her heels. She expected him to unzip his pants and pull his cock out, demanding to be sucked, but to her surprise, he pushed her down on the padded leather surface and forced her thighs apart.
Her pulse jumped. He was inspecting her yet again. Though he’d just seen every little part of her privates, up close and spread wide, that didn’t stop heat from rolling through her. She gasped when he tapped on her clit. Glancing down, she noticed it was still swollen, but not as distended as earlier, when he’d first removed the pump.
“Close your eyes, Natalie.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, obeying at once.
“Keep them closed.” The heat of his breath wafted against her pussy.
Oh God, he was close. So close.
“You may come as often and as hard as you’d like, young lady. I’m going to feast upon you until I’ve had my fill.”
Then his mouth descended to her pussy. She jerked against his lapping tongue and fisted her hands, keeping her eyes closed as ordered. Despite having come not long ago, a fast quaking orgasm ripped through her after he carefully circled her nubbin with his tongue. She cried out and reached for his head, twisting her fingers in his hair, needing to touch him.
She couldn’t say how long he ate her out. But fuck, she lost all sense of time as she lay on the table with her eyes closed, and she also lost track of how many times he made her come. By the time he withdrew from her center, she was weightless and breathless, floating and spent of all energy. Utterly ravaged.
She heard him moving around, and her pussy spasmed at the sound of his belt clinking. Her heart raced. He was getting undressed.
“You can open your eyes now.”
Somehow, she found the energy to open her eyes.
He curled up against her, pressing his hard, muscular naked body to hers. Flesh to flesh, heartbeat to heartbeat, they were lost in their own little world. Their own private moment. She had no idea if anyone was standing beyond the open curtain and watching. She didn’t care enough to look. Right now, she only had eyes for Hunter.
He gave her an affectionate smile that warmed her heart. He accepted her, she realized with a start. He knew her real name and all about the scandal that haunted her, but he didn’t think it defined her or made her a bad person.
Her former crush on him came rushing back full force, nearly taking her breath away. Did he feel it, too? She thought so. Oh, how she hoped so, too. A man didn’t go down on you for what felt like five fucking hours if he didn’t at least like you a little bit. That’s what she told herself, anyway.
“Sir?”
“Yes, Natalie?”
“I-I would like very much to, um, repay you now. If it pleases you, that is, sir, I would like to suck your cock.”
He sat up, and she took advantage of his change in position to gawk at his nakedness. The man looked like he hit the gym every day with a vengeance.
And his cock?
She swallowed har
d, unable to look away from the long, thick shaft.
Yes, she very well might actually choke on it. She watched, enraptured, as he rose to his knees and fisted his hard length in one hand, shooting her a primal look of invitation that said, take it in your mouth now, young lady.
She did just that, scrambling to her knees, arching her back and bending down to accept his hugeness into her mouth. Flicking her tongue over the tip, she groaned at the saltiness of his precum. She licked it up hungrily before hollowing her cheeks and attempting to take the fullness of him in her entire mouth.
“Such a good girl. You’re going to swallow every last drop, aren’t you?”
She hoped it was a rhetorical question because she couldn’t say a word with his big hard shaft pressing on the back of her throat. She settled for humming a response on his length, which made him hiss and then emit a guttural groan.
He soon gripped her hair and started moving in and out of her mouth, taking control and setting the pace. She found she liked it as much as the spanking and whipping. While it didn’t hurt as much as the lash of a whip, it wasn’t the most comfortable of activities. Her knees ached, and she struggled not to gag on his immense size. She became a hole, his hole, and a thrill shot through her at the realization. He was using her hard, and she fucking liked it. Loved it. Reveled in it. Needed it again and again, fervently anticipating each quick thrust.
She sucked in greedy breaths through her nose when she could manage. His balls slapped against her chin with each rapid plunge. Suddenly, he tensed and growled, deep in his throat. She mentally prepared herself for the first hot spurt of his seed, and when it finally came, she struggled to swallow every last drop, the urge to please him all-consuming. Once he finished emptying himself down her throat, he withdrew from her mouth.
Staring up at him, she gulped one last time.
Vaginal intercourse. That was their next rolled activity. He would need some time to recover, of course, but her pussy pulsed in anticipation. How would he do it? Would he bend her over and fuck her from behind? Would he allow her to ride him? Or would he go for good old-fashioned missionary position sex?
Heat gathered in her core as all the possibilities raced through her mind, a series of erotic images. She supposed it didn’t matter.
As long as he was inside her.
As long as he pumped his seed into her yet again.
She couldn’t wait.
Chapter 10
“RED!” a woman screamed, from somewhere out in the main room. All activity in the club paused. Hunter remained on the table with Natalie curled up against him, her soft breaths tickling his chest. A dungeon monitor walked by, quickly peeking into the room before moving on.
Natalie stirred. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, I’m sure it will be fine. The DMs are checking things out.”
A few seconds after he answered, the sounds of play in the club resumed—flesh slapping flesh, resounding smacks, moans, cries, the hum of conversation, and all the other noises that he’d become accustomed to hearing on a busy night at Black Light.
None of the attendees were observing them now, but he suspected once they started fucking, some passersby would at least pause for a quick watch. He decided to take advantage of their alone time and get some important business out of the way.
His nerves spiked, and he glanced down at the sweet submissive in his arms, hoping she responded well to his offer.
“Natalie, I want to see you again.”
She tensed and peered up at him. “That’s probably not a good idea.”
“The hell it’s not. It’s a fucking brilliant idea.”
“No, it’s not.” Sadness reflected in her eyes.
He grasped her chin. “Are you playing hard to get? Or do you truly wish to walk away from tonight, as nothing but acquaintances?”
Her eyes widened, and she bit her bottom lip, then she blinked rapidly, as if to keep herself from crying. “You’ll see me at the charity ball, sir. Isn’t that good enough?”
“Not even fucking close. Now that I’ve had a taste of you, Natalie, I want more. I want all of you. Do you understand? I don’t give a flying fuck how complicated it might be. We’ll figure it out. Whatever happens, it won’t be any worse than we’ve both endured.” He was talking as if they would last forever, he realized, and momentarily felt like a goddamn romantic fool. But the desire to call Natalie his consumed him from the inside out.
He had to have her. There was no other option.
“Say something. Tell me to fuck off if you never want to see me again, but say something.”
She sat up and ran a hand through her hair, giving him a wary look. His heart started sinking, hard and fast. He clenched his jaw and steeled himself for the worst. If she didn’t want to see him again, if she decided to push him away like she’d been driving everyone else away the last couple of years, then he would…fuck. What would he do? Part of him wanted to force her into his SUV, take her home, and keep her tied to his bed until she came to her senses.
She reached for him, trailing her fingers along his cheek and then tangling them in his hair. She scooted closer and took a deep breath, her expression one of intense seriousness.
“You want the truth? Fine. I want to see you again, too, sir. I don’t want to walk away. To be honest, I still thought of you now and then, and when I spotted your name on the RSVP list for the Winter Ball, I was excited to see you. Well, nervous as hell, too, but still excited. I used to have a crush on you, in case you didn’t know. But, can you imagine the press? Your reputation and perhaps your business might suffer.”
He almost laughed. “My career in politics is over, and even if it wasn’t, I would still want you in my life. Agree to see me again. Fucking say yes.” He stiffened, waiting for her answer.
After a few moments of tense silence, a grin started tugging at her lips. She tilted her head to the side. “Fine, Mr. Bossy Pants. Yes, yes, yes.”
Yes. She’d actually said yes. Thank God. The breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding left him in a rush.
Relief coursed through him in waves, and a joyful warmth spread throughout his chest. He gathered her closer and smiled down at her, running his hands over her back and along her shapely hips.
“I’m glad you finally agreed.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, then pulled back and admitted, “You took so long, I’d started entertaining thoughts of kidnapping.”
“Mm. Perhaps we could roleplay that sometime. As long as I get a spanking now and then.” She grinned and batted her eyelashes.
“I suppose I can kidnap you, and then spank you and go all bad man on you.”
“Oh, please, sir, let me go. I won’t tell anyone. Just please don’t hurt me,” she uttered into his ear in her a most seductive tone. His cock hardened, desire seizing him a vice grip that made a tingle race up his inner thighs and his balls tighten.
He flipped her onto her back and crawled on top of her, dragging his shaft up and down her wet, glistening folds. Then, remembering the Roulette rules, he reached over her and grabbed a condom from a basket on the small bedside table. Tearing the foil, he rolled it onto his cock and repositioned himself between her legs.
“Please.” She lifted her center, beckoning his entrance. “Please fuck me, sir. Hard. Make it hurt.”
He gripped her hips and surged forward, ramming home in one hard thrust. “You’ll get what I give you and like it,” he growled, withdrawing all the way, only to drive hilt-deep into her a few seconds later. He teased her in this fashion for some time, pulling out and leaving her writhing in despair, only to shove hard into her when she couldn’t stand the emptiness any longer.
“Bastard,” she said at one point, and he paused to deliver a harsh slap to each of her breasts, causing her to cry out in pain and continued desperation.
He heard a murmur of voices behind him and realized they finally had some spectators. Natalie was too distracted to notice the onlookers, as she gyrated her center agai
nst him and tried to make him fuck her in a steady motion. Indeed, he was a bastard, because he tormented her for moments on end, until tears were streaming out of her eyes and she clutched the edges of the table so tightly, her knuckles had gone white again.
“We’re supposed to spend thirty minutes on each activity,” he said smugly. “I’m only following the rules. Need to prolong my stamina if we want to win.”
“You…” Her voice trailed off and she pressed her lips together, wisely preventing herself from calling him another name. He paused and slapped her breasts anyway.
When he reached the point where he couldn’t stand the teasing anymore, he commenced a series of slow but steady thrusts, gradually increasing his pace, much to his little submissive’s delight. She sighed, and her countenance soon turned blissful.
He guided her legs over his shoulders and fucked her harder and deeper. Her moans became more urgent, and her punished breasts bounced in time with each rapid plunge into her tightness.
Sensing his approaching release, he pressed a thumb to her clit and rubbed circles over it, yearning to feel her insides clamp down as she came on his dick. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long. She undulated against him, riding the waves of her release while emitting the sexiest fucking moan he’d ever heard. He followed her into rapture soon after, wishing he’d been able to come deep inside her pussy, rather than the goddamn condom.
Next time. He would fuck her pussy and her ass until his semen was literally dripping out of her, he decided, the next time he got her into bed. And not just any bed. His bed.
Dark spots swam in his vision, and he hovered over her, panting but not putting his full weight on her. He withdrew from her pussy and wrapped her in his embrace, holding her tight.
“Wow, it’s eleven o’clock already,” a woman standing outside the room said. She started talking to a man, but their conversation faded as they walked off.