She giggled.
“Close your eyes, beautiful.”
She felt him fasten something around her neck. “Okay, you can look.”
Noosh opened her eyes. A delicate white gold chain hung around her neck, a charm nestled between her breasts. She picked it up. A tiny dragonfly picked out in diamonds. She felt tears in her eyes. “Oh, Christo, it’s perfect.”
He swept her hair back behind her ear. “I wanted to get you something, but I know you’re not into big, flashy jewelry. I love you, little one.”
Noosh pressed her lips against his, and they kissed for a long moment. “I love you too, big guy. Thank you for my present.”
She stroked his face, gazing into his eyes for a long moment, then grinned. She got up. “Come on, I have an idea. We’re going out.”
“Where are we going?”
Noosh kissed him again as she pulled him into their bedroom to change. “You’ll see.”
Destry called his detective from the burner phone. “You’re following her?”
“Yup. She and the Don’s son just got in a cab. We’re heading in the direction of the city. What do you want me to do?”
“Just follow them, get photos if you can.” Destry’s gut roiled with jealousy. “What’s she wearing?”
“Red dress, one of the wraparound things. I gotta give it to you, she’s stunning.”
“Mind on the job, please.”
His detective gave a dark chuckle. “Just saying, man. Hang on, the cab’s pulling up.” He started to laugh. “Oh, my my.”
“What?” Destry was getting irritated by the man now. “What is it?”
The detective laughed. “Boss…you’re never going to believe where they are.”
Christo’s eyes widened when he saw they were back at the club where they met. He looked at Noosh, who was blushing but smiling at him. “Are you sure, baby?”
She nodded. “I keep thinking about what we could do here, and I want to try it all with you. Properly, this time. What do you say?”
Christo crushed his lips against hers. “I say,” he said when they came up for air, “let’s go for it.”
He took her hand and they walked into the club together. The doorman, who had been so polite to Noosh the first time around, nodded again and smiled. “Welcome back.”
She grinned shyly. “You remember me?”
“Of course, ma’am. I think it would be hard to find a man who wouldn’t remember you. No disrespect, sir.”
Christo grinned at him. “None taken, you’re absolutely right.”
As they walked into the club, Christo nodded at the people who knew him well and felt a surge of pride when they looked at Noosh with admiration and unconcealed desire. And she’s with me, he thought, feeling wiped out by love for this woman, this brave, generous woman.
“I love you,” he murmured into her ear, and she pressed her body against his, swaying to the slow beat of the sensual music playing in the club.
Noosh looked up at him from underneath her lashes, and he felt his body react to her, her beauty, the desire in her eyes. “I love you,” she whispered and pressed her lips to his. God, she drove him crazy; he could feel his cock harden, pressing against her belly.
“Come with me.” He led her to a small room, and for a moment she looked confused. In it, there was no bed, no equipment, and it was barely large enough to fit more than two people. One wall was glass and, grinning, Christo flicked a switch. Suddenly, the rest of the club was visible through the window.
“They call this The Box. It’s so people can watch us fucking – if that’s what you want. I’d like to fuck you against that window, let everyone see your spectacular body, your tits, your belly, your cunt as I take you from behind.”
Noosh gave a soft moan of desire, and he pulled her into his arms, grinding his mouth down on hers. “Fuck me, Christo,” she gasped. “Fuck me hard. Make everyone in that room jealous, every woman desperate for your glorious cock as you ream me into submission…”
She didn’t finish, as with a feral growl, Christo tore her dress open, dropping to his knees and burying his face in her belly, his fingers tugging at her panties. He drew them down her legs and his tongue found her sex, lashing around her clit, his fingers biting into the soft flesh of her thighs. He ate her hungrily, Noosh quivering and gasping.
She wanted to return his generosity. “I want to taste your cock,” she said, and Christo swept her to the floor and turned around so that she could take him into her mouth as he licked and dipped his tongue into her convulsing cunt.
They came quickly, and then Christo was stripping the rest of her clothes off and pressing her against the window. Her breasts, her belly against the cold glass, Noosh had never felt more beautiful than when Christo flicked the switch on the window and the whole club could see her. Before she closed her eyes, she saw the lascivious looks of the men – and some of the women – as they gazed at her. Then Christo’s cock was thrusting into her cunt, his hands spreading her legs wide. She leaned her head back on his shoulder as he fucked her, and Christo kept up a stream of filthy talk that made her wetter and wetter.
“I’m going to fuck your perfect cunt until you beg me to stop, beautiful, and then I’m going to take you in the ass. Let the people see you come for me, see that beautiful color in your cheeks as you scream my name over and over.”
He pressed her hands above her head, flat against the glass, his lips on her neck as he slammed his hips against hers. “Look at all those men who want you, Noosh, all of them. They all want to kill me because I’m the one fucking you…imagine if they each had the chance to fuck you…does that turn you? Being fucked by two men at the same time?”
Noosh groaned, delirious with pleasure, and Christo laughed. “If you wanted to try it…I’d be okay with it. There are professionals here. I’d make sure it was safe.”
Noosh wanted to deny that she found the thought erotic and exciting, but she couldn’t. “I love you,” she said, searching his eyes for any sign of unhappiness. Instead, she found nothing but lust and excitement. She gave a little nod, and he grinned.
He nodded out at the crowd. “Pick someone.”
She picked out a young man who had been staring at them the whole time. “Him.”
Christo nodded and pointed at the man, beckoning at him to come inside. The man grinned. “He’s a pro,” Christo said, “one of the club’s best. But remember, darling, the safe word. If you change your mind at any time, just say it. I’ll tell Reece the safe word too, and believe me, he’ll stop immediately if you use it.”
Reece knocked at the door and Christo let him in, shaking his hand. It seemed an oddly formal thing to do – especially seeing as both men were naked. Recce was younger than Christo, but his body was softer, not as well honed. He had a sweet face, friendly smile, and a large cock. Noosh felt a wave of apprehension, which Christo saw. “Safe word is dragonfly, Reece.” The young man nodded.
“Understood. Hello.” He kissed Noosh’s hand. “I’m Reece. You’re exquisite.”
Noosh grinned. “Noosh, and thank you.”
“First time doing this?”
She nodded and felt Christo slide his arms around her. “Baby, relax. Do you want Reece to fuck your cunt while I take you from behind?”
She let out a shaky breath but nodded. She was almost unbearably excited about the thought of doing this. For her, as nice as Reece was, she could only imagine that it was Christo’s cock inside her cunt and her ass. As Christo eased into her ass, and then Reece thrust into her cunt, she closed her eyes and let the sheer pleasure of it all take over.
Both men began thrusting gently, but soon she was screaming at them to go harder, faster, deeper, until she came explosively and with a scream of pleasure. She heard Christo’s deep, low chuckle. “Good, baby?”
“So good….so good…” She panted for air as Reece withdrew, smiling.
“You are beautiful,” he said, then nodded to Christo. “You are a lucky man.”
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br /> Christo nodded at him. “Thank you, Reece. There will be an extra something for you at the reception.”
“Thanks, man.” Reece gave them both a smile before disappearing.
Noosh was still coming down from her high, but she turned and kissed Christo. “You are the most generous, most loving man. Now…I want to do something. Let’s go to one of the other rooms…and we can play master and servant…or mistress and servant, whichever you’re into tonight.”
“Hmm.” Christo grinned as he picked up their clothes, but didn’t attempt to dress – why bother? Everyone had already seen all of both of them. They walked hand-in-hand to one of the pleasure and pain rooms.
Inside, Noosh raised an eyebrow at him. “Well?”
Christo chuckled. “I think I know who’s in charge tonight…Ma’am.”
Noosh grinned widely. “Damn right. Now…” She looked around the room. “So many toys to play with.” She plucked out a long strip of leather and nodded at a chair. “Sit down, Serf.”
Christo obeyed, and she wound the leather strip around his body and bound his hands behind him. She straddled him, taking his cock in her hands and rubbing the tip up and down her damp sex. “You like this?”
“Hell, yes.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Did I say you could enjoy this?”
Christo hid a grin. “No, Ma’am.”
“Hmm.” She got up and went to the cabinet again, choosing a riding crop. She flicked it lightly against his chest, but then felt a little unsure of what to do. Christo met her gaze.
“Perhaps, Ma’am, would like to use that on my chest, or my thighs, or my back? I feel I need to be punished for enjoying myself. I am guilty of so many things.”
Noosh smiled a quick grateful smile, then smoothed her expression out. She flicked the crop at his thighs. “Tell me the things you are guilty of.”
“Of desiring Ma’am’s delicious body at every moment.”
Flick. “More.”
“Of dreaming of Ma’am’s sweet cunt wrapped around this cock.”
A harder flick. “And?”
“Of wanting to fuck Ma’am so hard that she screams.” Flick. A red welt appeared across his pecs. “God, yes…”
“Silence.”
Christo grinned. “My apologies, Ma’am.” His cock was rock-hard, and it was all Noosh could do to keep herself from dropping to her knees and taking it in her mouth. Instead, she teased him, straddling him, letting him notch the end into the entrance of her cunt – then pulling away. Christo groaned.
“Tell me you want me.”
“God, I want you, so, so badly…”
She stood close to him. “Lick my pussy, Serf.”
Christo obliged, and Noosh sighed as his tongue lashed around her clit. “Do you want to fuck me, Serf?”
“God, yes.” His voice was muffled, his enjoyment at eating her out obvious. Noosh smiled.
“If I set you free, will you fuck me until I scream for mercy?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“You’ll have to be punished afterward.”
“My pleasure.”
She loosened his bindings, and he took her on the floor, thrusting hard into her, his gaze never leaving hers. God, he was the sexiest fucking man she had ever known. She crushed her lips against his then nibbled his ear, whispering, “Switch.”
Christo understood immediately, his grin widening. “You want this cock, baby girl?”
“Yes, Master.”
He slammed his hips harder, pinning her hands to the floor, taking control. “You’re mine, you understand?”
“I do. I’m yours.”
“What would you like me to do, baby girl?”
Noosh nipped at his bottom lip. “If Master pleases…he could hurt me.”
Christo smiled. He ran his hand down her body. “Hurt this beautiful body?” He dipped his thumb into her navel and pressed down hard, surprising her, but Noosh found her cunt responding to the sharp pain. Christo finger-fucked her belly-button as his cock reamed her cunt so hard that she screamed out. His free hand clamped over her mouth and he nuzzled at her ear. “I’m going to blindfold you, baby, and then your body is my playground, understand?”
He made her come again then lifted her into the chair he had vacated. He wrapped a blindfold around her eyes. “You won’t know what’s coming, pretty girl.”
Noosh shivered in anticipation as he trailed a crop over her skin then gasped as he brought it down hard across her belly. The sweet pain made her cunt quiver, her legs tremble.
“Good,” Christo said approvingly, “good. Tell me who you belong to, pretty girl.”
“You, Master, always you.”
Crack! The crop came down on her inner thigh, and she moaned.
“Spread those sensational legs for me, woman. Wider. Wider. Until your hips burn.”
Noosh complied, lost in the moment, in the role-play. She felt something push into her cunt – a dildo? His lips met hers, and he kissed her deeply, his tongue delving deep inside her mouth as he fucked her with the dildo. “Are you wishing that was my cock?” He asked, murmuring to her as he kissed her.
Noosh nodded. “But I am yours to do with as you will, Master.”
He pinched her nipples. “That’s right…”
She felt his tongue sweep over her nipples, and then he began to suck as he pushed the dildo in and out of her. Noosh felt her climax building and building until she groaned and shivered and felt her cunt flood with her arousal.
“That’s it, pretty girl, get nice and wet for me. In a moment, I will release you, and you will straddle me and ride me hard, understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
Eventually, he released her and she straddled him and guided him inside her. Christo’s eyes were shining. “Equals?” He asked, as a way of finishing the role play.
Noosh grinned down at him, her breasts bouncing against her chest as she thrust harder onto his cock. “Equals.”
“I love you, pretty girl.”
“I love you too, handsome. How did I do for my first time?”
Christo laughed. “Wonderfully. Thank you for indulging me.”
“It was honestly my pleasure. Damn, that was intense.”
They finished making love and lay for a few minutes. Noosh grinned over at her lover. “I’m actually exhausted.”
Christo laughed. “Always a sign of a good night. Shall we go home, baby?”
Noosh rolled onto her side and snuggled into his chest. “Pizza first?” She said hopefully, and he laughed.
“You got it, sweetheart.”
Destry watched them sit in the pizza place, sharing pizza slices and laughing together. When his guy had called him and told him they were at a BDSM club, he could hardly believe it.
He hadn’t believed it until he saw them leaving, disheveled and obviously post-coital. So the little slut was into pleasure and pain, huh?
Whore.
Jealousy twisted in Destry’s gut and he fingered the gun he always carried with him – not the one he’d shot Noosh with, of course – that one was hidden far, far away from here. He could hunt them down now, shoot them both dead. But it would be disastrous for his long-term plans.
No, he would kill Noosh soon enough, but he would do it how he wanted to. Slowly, agonizingly…and now he knew what he would do with the Montecito kid. God, that little shit had been the bane of his life for too long, and now he had his hands on Destry’s property?
He would force him to watch Noosh’s murder before putting a bullet in that stupidly good-looking head of his. He would make Montecito watch Noosh scream as he gutted her slowly, as she bled out in front of him.
Destry rolled up the window and drove away, smiling.
Chapter Eighteen
Noosh felt her face burning as Allison read through the new story she had written, and when Allison gave a hoot of approval, she could have died from embarrassment. Allison took her spectacles off. “Noosh…do you know how good this is?”
Noosh chuckled. “I hope so. It was…well researched.”
Allison laughed, looking at her with new respect. “I’ll say. Lucky girl. With that gorgeous man? I’m very happy for you, Noosh. And this…” she waved the story in her hand. “This is perfect for your debut story. I take it Christo’s okay with you telling this story?”
“He is. He supports me one hundred percent.” Noosh couldn’t help smiling at the thought of Christo.
“Good. Then work on your soundbites, get them processed and you can head into the editing suite once we’re done with the senator’s interview. Sure you don’t want to stick around for him?”
Noosh’s smile had faded at the mention of Destry. “Definitely not. I don’t mean to let you down, but I can’t be around the man.”
Ally nodded. “One day, you’ll tell me the real story, but for now, I respect your wishes.” She handed the story back to Noosh and smiled at her. “Great job though, Noosh. Congrats.”
“Thanks, boss.”
Having made appointments for future interviews, Noosh was on her way out of the building when Liam stopped her to talk. “Nice diamonds,” he said, nodding approvingly at her dragonfly necklace. “Looks like Tiffany’s. Custom-made?”
Noosh flushed and nodded. “It was a gift from Christo.”
Liam smiled. “That man is crazy-go-nuts for you, Nooshy.”
“And I, him. How’s your love life?”
“Hectic and complicated, but that’s nothing new. You know, we haven’t been out for drinks for weeks.”
Noosh looked ashamed. “I know, and I am sorry, Li. Look, how about a double date? Me and Christo, you and whichever man you choose. Friday?”
“Friday is good. La Forge?”
“La Forge.”
“Making plans without me?”
Noosh froze. Behind her, Destry and his entourage were piling through the doors. Destry wore a supercilious smile that made Noosh want to punch it right off his smug face. He had the nerve to put a hand on the small of her back as he greeted Liam. Noosh moved away, not caring if she looked rude.
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