His cock sprang to life, rock hard. Thick, long, the tip already wet with precum. He smeared the thick drops along his shaft, his head tilted back as his hips thrust faster with each stroke. Fuck. Holy shit.
Yes. Definitely. He could definitely see himself submitting.
The image of the unknown dominatrix became clearer. Black leather garter belt, clean shaven pussy. Round hips and full breasts framed in leather bindings with a slender chain running from one nipple to the next.
His hand moved faster, his balls pulling tight as the chair rocked and bounced under his thrusting hips. Fuck, this felt so good. Would feel so much better with the dominatrix standing over him, a whip in her hand, trailing the leather strands over his chest and cock.
Adam leaned back even more, his ass hanging over the edge of the chair, the clenching of his fist around his cock almost painful as he jerked his wrist. Stroking harder. Faster.
His breathing turned to sharp gasps, the sound short and harsh to his own ears. His mind’s eye traveled up the unknown woman’s body, along the slender column of her neck to the thick fall of dark wavy hair that fell around her shoulders. To full lips parted in a teasing smile and hazel eyes glazed with need and passion.
Beth.
Release crashed over him, tearing a scream from his chest. Semen shot onto the flat planes of his abdomen, coated his clenched fist. Hot. Steamy. He kept stroking, harder, faster, his body convulsing with each stroke as he smeared the thick liquid across his stomach, his balls, his cock.
Beth.
He groaned her name, hips still bucking as the climax continued rolling over him.
Fuck. Holy fuck. God, yes.
Time stilled, his hand wrapped around his limp cock, warm with the stickiness of his body. He sucked in a deep breath, struggling to fill his lungs with air.
Fuck. When was the last time he’d had an orgasm like that? He frowned, trying to remember.
Never. Not even that day he’d walked in on his girlfriend and participated in his first threesome.
How would it feel to come like that inside a hot wet pussy? A shudder went through him at the thought. That’s what he wanted to feel. Fuck yeah. He swallowed in anticipation. Yes, that. He wanted that.
He groaned and moved his hand away from his cock, reached down for the towel that had slid from his shoulder and wiped his hand, his stomach. His cock and balls and thighs. Christ, he didn’t remember ever coming this much before.
But he would again. Soon. Very soon.
He tossed the towel to the side and straightened in the chair, his hand reaching for the mouse. The lonely dominatrix was still in the room, still looking for a partner for tonight.
Adam moved the mouse over her screen name, ready to click on it and send her a private message. His finger hovered over the mouse button, waiting.
Waiting for what? He shook his head, told himself to just do it. For fuck’s sake, just do it.
But did he want her? Or just the experience?
Or was it the image of Beth that had ripped such pure pleasure from his body?
No—it was just the experience. He was reading too much into the wild imaginings of his mind. Just click on the unknown woman’s name and set up a meeting. That was all he had to do.
His finger lowered to the mouse, resting on the button, a second away from clicking it. The computer dinged, the signal for a new arrival in the chatroom. Adam’s gaze slid to the side pane, zeroing in on the latest arrival’s screen name.
Lookin2B84Fun
His cock sprang to life and he sucked in a quick breath, one filled with disbelief and surprise.
And a searing flash of jealousy.
Beth.
Chapter Six
Nerves fluttered in her stomach, fast and heavy, growing even stronger as Beth stepped off the elevator and searched for the right room. It was ridiculous to feel so nervous. She was meeting Adam, not some random stranger.
Except Adam was a stranger. She’d only met him once before, three weeks ago. What did she really know about him? Well, other than he was exceptionally talented in bed. Yes, they’d had sex. Lots of sweaty, toe-curling, screaming sex. That didn’t mean she knew him.
And there had been something different about him this evening when he sent her a direct message. Something intense and almost needy in spite of the shortness of their messages. She’d been online barely a minute when he sent her a message.
Meet me?
Two simple words. She almost didn’t answer. Not just because she hadn’t heard from him the night before, although she had enough self-awareness to know that part of her was a little…hurt. Maybe that was why she hesitated—because she knew it was irrational to be hurt, knew that they meant nothing to each other.
It was sex. Just sex. Allowing any emotional attachment was dangerously insane.
So yes, she almost ignored it, thinking that maybe it would be smarter to find someone else. Only she didn’t want someone else, and that scared her—scared her enough that she almost left the chatroom.
And then he sent another message: really want you tonight.
A shiver danced across her skin as she recalled the words on the screen. It was so much more than desire and need. The words made her feel wanted. Needed. Beth hadn’t felt that way in such a long time.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt that way. Ever.
So here she was, more nervous than she’d been the last time, questioning the wisdom and sanity of what she was about to do.
She glanced at the slip of paper in her hand then studied the room numbers as she walked along the hallway. The carpet was thick, making her ankles wobble in the four-inch heels that pinched her feet. Nervous sweat covered her palms and she brushed her hands along her skirt. Silly, so silly.
It was Adam. She shouldn’t be so nervous.
She paused in front of the next door, double-checked the room number, then raised her hand to knock—and hesitated again. Tonight was a little different than their first night together. A different hotel, this one a little more than an hour away from her small apartment in York. No meeting in the hotel bar for drinks—this hotel just over the line in Maryland didn’t have a bar. No meeting first for casual conversation. No small talk or even a semblance of getting to know each other first.
Well of course not. They’d already done that.
All she had to do was knock on the door.
Beth took a deep breath, trying to calm the increasing flutter of nerves in her stomach.
Just knock on the door.
That’s all she had to do—just knock.
She took another deep breath then curled her fingers against her palm and rapped her knuckles against the door. Soft, the sound so quiet even she had trouble hearing it. There was no way Adam would be able to hear it, not from inside.
Except he must have because the door opened almost immediately.
Beth’s heart slammed into her chest, the breath freezing in her lungs as she stared at Adam. He stood in front of her, a white towel wrapped low around his waist. The length of his cock, already hard, pushed against the material, making her wonder how the towel was staying in place. Her gaze traveled up his body, her mouth watering at the sight of flat sculpted abs and broad chest sprinkled with curly hair. Chiseled jaw, firmly set. Straight nose. Strong face. His thick hair was damp, as if he’d just gotten out of the shower, and slicked back off his forehead.
But it was his eyes that stole the breath from her lungs. Such a deep blue, the color almost black in the dim light surrounding him—and filled with such need, such passion.
Such determination.
Beth couldn’t move, her body frozen in place as he stared at her with such ferocious intensity. Frozen? How could she be frozen, when desire burned so hot inside her at that look he leveled on her? Need coiled inside her, tight and urgent, as wetness grew between her legs.
Part of her screamed, warning her to run away. He was dangerous. This was dangerous. This was Adam, but a
different Adam. Intense, determined, ferocious.
She didn’t want to run away, not when her body screamed for him. Not when need heated her blood and seared her skin.
But she couldn’t move—not toward him, not away from him. She was paralyzed, unable to control any part of her body. Did Adam know? He must have, because he reached out and caught her hand, gently tugged until she was inside the room, the heat of his body burning her—and he wasn’t even touching her except for her hand.
He closed the door, the click loud and somehow ominous in the darkened room. She must have jerked in surprise because his eyes met hers, his gaze holding her in place. He dropped her hand, trailed his fingers up her arm, across her shoulder to her throat. His touch was liquid fire, burning her as he placed his hand against the heavy pulse beating in her neck. His eyes darkened even more as he stepped closer and looked down at her.
“Are you afraid?”
Beth’s lips parted but no words came out. Was she? Yes. No. She wasn’t sure but she nodded anyway.
Adam’s thumb swept across her lower lip, his deep eyes searching hers with that same intensity. “Don’t be.”
Then his mouth crashed against hers, his tongue sweeping in and tangling with hers. Hot. Seeking. Demanding and possessing. She sighed and leaned into him, all fear and anxiety fleeing under his touch. This was so much more than a kiss. This was…she didn’t know how to describe it, didn’t know if words even existed to describe it. Carnal, yes. But more than that.
His hands roamed over, his fingers undoing the buttons of her silky blouse and spreading the sides wide. He growled, broke the kiss and pushed the blouse over her shoulders and down her arms. But he didn’t remove it, simply pulled it behind her, imprisoning her arms against her back and holding her like that with one strong hand.
Strong, yet somehow gentle.
His gaze traveled across her body, rested on the swell of her breasts. He cupped one in his free hand, ran his thumb across the tightened peak straining against the lacy cup. His fingers curled over the edges and pulled, her breasts falling free of the material, their fullness pushed even higher over the wadded lace under them.
She heard him gasp, felt his hot breath against her flushed skin as he bent over and dipped his head. His mouth closed over one peak, pulled it into his mouth and sucked. Bit down with his teeth and laved the tip with his tongue.
Her breath rushed from her in a loud gasp. Her back arched, her body begging him for more. He didn’t disappoint, his mouth and tongue and teeth drawing new responses from her body. Wetness pooled between her legs, liquid fire that spread like lava. She needed to move, to press her hips against him, to feel the hard ridges of his cock against her. But she couldn’t, not with the way her arms were trapped behind her, not with the way her body was pinned to the wall by his.
A sigh of disappointment escaped her when Adam released her nipple. He ran his tongue between the deep valley of her breasts, flicked it against the sensitive flesh along the swell of each one.
“Do you like that?” His voice was thick, ragged. Filled with need. She nodded, unable to speak. He pressed his mouth against her neck, dragged it up to her ear. Kissing, licking. Biting. His free hand trailed along her side, pulling at her skirt until the material bunched around her hips. His hand dipped between her legs and she felt him smile.
“No underwear. Did you do that for me?”
She nodded, unable to speak, barely able to think. She gasped as he slid one finger inside her, her head falling back. He traced her ear with his tongue as his finger stroked her, gliding in and out of her.
“You’re so fucking wet, Beth. So fucking tight. I want to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock. That’s all I’ve been able to think about. Do you want that?”
Oh God, yes. But she couldn’t speak, could barely breathe as her hips pushed forward. Seeking.
He ran his tongue around her ear, bit down on the lobe. Pain and pleasure mixed, caused the breath to rush from her lungs.
“I think you like that. I can feel your pussy getting wetter. So fucking wet.” He pulled his finger from inside her, brought it to her mouth and ran the tip of it across her lower lip. “Do you feel how wet you are? How hot?”
Beth’s lids fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. Dark, intense. Need and passion and desire. Her stomach clenched, her muscles pulling tight at the sudden power soaring through her. She had done this to him.
She dipped her head forward, closed her mouth over his finger, and licked the wetness from it. Her own wetness, thick and tangy. Her gaze held his as she sucked, excitement filling her at the way his eyes flared, at the way his pupils dilated with need.
“Fuck. So fucking hot.”
She released his finger, ran her tongue over her lip as he watched. He moved his hand between her legs again, dipped his finger into her pussy, brought it back to her mouth.
Her eagerness surprised her. She’d never done anything like this before, had never considered doing anything like this before. But God, it was such a turn-on. Tasting herself on his finger, watching the feral excitement grow in his eyes as he watched.
He slid his finger inside her again, stroking deep before pulling it once more. But he didn’t bring it to her mouth. She sighed in disappointment, the sound surprising her and bringing a small smile to his mouth. He ran his wet finger across her chest and around one nipple, her skin glistening in the dim light. She sighed, her body arching, her hands clenching the air behind her. She tried to move her arms, wanted to reach between her own legs and touch herself. Wanted to paint his own body as he was painting hers.
But he shook his head, that small smile still on his face, and tightened his hold on her wrists.
“Not yet. Not until you come.” His free hand squeezed her breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple. Pulling, twisting.
“You have such beautiful breasts. So big and soft and firm. Do you know what else I want to do with them?” Beth shook her head, struggled to catch her breath as he ran his free hand down her body. He slid two fingers deep inside her, pressed the heel of his palm against her clit. His mouth was close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin, his voice rough.
“I want to slide my cock between your breasts. Want to watch as I cum all over that creamy skin. Want to watch you spread my hot juice all over you as I pinch those beautiful big nipples.”
Her head fell back, a hoarse scream escaping her as her climax shattered over her. Adam plunged his fingers deeper, in and out, faster as her body clenched around them. Her hips bucked, her body convulsing, searching for more and trying to push away at the same time. It was too much. Too intense, this odd sensation of pleasure and pain. She heard his voice, disjointed words of encouragement and wonder as her climax grew. Rolling, shuddering. Pure fire exploding, need growing. Too much. Not enough. She needed more, needed less. She couldn’t tell, didn’t know, her mind shattering along with her body.
And then his hands disappeared, her arms were free. She reached out, blind, unable to see, needing something to hold onto, to anchor herself against the storm crashing into her.
His mouth was on her, his tongue sweeping across her clit as he spread her open with his fingers. Wider, wider still as his tongue slipped inside her. Tasting, licking, probing as her muscles clenched around him.
Another climax crashed over her, robbing her of thought, stealing her strength. Her legs buckled as a hoarse scream ripped from her throat. She was falling, hurtling through darkness and light. Then she was flying, her feet somehow off the ground. She reached down, her hands tangling in the thick waves of his hair, her back pressed against the wall as Adam arranged her legs over his shoulder.
Oh God, how—never before—she couldn’t—
But she was. Over and over as he pressed his tongue deeper inside, his fingers spreading her even wider. She screamed again, struggled to draw breath, felt her body clench and squeeze and convulse as yet another wave washed over her.
Beth couldn’t
breathe, couldn’t think. She could only hold onto him as her body shattered, breaking into a million pieces before floating away.
Chapter Seven
Stay out of the chatroom. It’s dangerous.
The scissors slipped from her fingers and hit the floor, bounced off the mat and slid past her feet. Beth stared down at them, her mind not comprehending what had just happened. Sluggish, slow to react.
No, not sluggish. Distracted.
Oh God, she was so distracted, had been all week.
She waved Courtney away then bent down to retrieve the scissors, dropping them in the disinfectant solution and pulling out another pair. The girl in the chair didn’t even look up, her attention riveted on the e-reader held so close to her face. Beth blew out a quick breath and ran a comb through the girl’s wet hair, trying to focus on what she was doing.
How could she focus when all she kept thinking about was Adam? What he’d done to her, how he’d made her feel. Desirable. Wanted. Sexy.
Dirty.
God, the things they’d done. The things she’d done. Her skin tingled as memory after memory spun through her mind with dizzying speed. It was so much more than sex.
And yet, it was nothing but sex. Raunchy, wild, untamed—just like her body’s reaction to every single touch, every whispered word. Had she known such feelings existed? Had she known her body was capable of such responses? No, never. And she wanted more, wanted to feel that way again.
But the mere thought terrified her.
What was she doing? Was she getting in over her head?
Or was she already there?
It’s dangerous.
Adam had repeated those words several times, warning her that not everyone in the chatroom was who they pretended to be. She knew that already, had been leery of the whole thing for just that reason. But his eyes had been so intense, his gaze totally focused on her when he said it—and when he told her to call him if she needed anything.
Anything at all.
What scared her most of all was that she wanted to, had almost done just that so many times this past week. It went beyond want, beyond need even. It was like an addiction, her body craving her next fix, one that only Adam could provide.
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