I tap Tate on the shoulder and rise to my toes as he leans down. “Any idea why she’s holding that?” I ask him, quietly.
“It’s hard to say your safeword when you’ve got a cock driving in and out of your throat,” he says, completely straight-faced.
Good point.
Wide-eyed, I return my attention to the foursome. One of the men has a tight grip on the braid at the back of her head while he thrusts his hips forward. I’m kind of in awe of this woman, taking his entire length down her throat.
Behind her, the other man directs the blonde woman, who steps in and presses a vibrator against the bound woman’s clit. The bound woman moans and as she tries to buck her hips, the man behind makes a cut motion with his hand. The blonde immediately pulls the vibrator away and moaning quickly changes to a growl, which elicits a huge grin from the man in charge. “Aw, you sound frustrated, pet. But it’s only polite to wait for Master Geoff to come before you get your turn.”
Geoff must be the guy with his dick down her throat.
How surreal to know their names.
Not-Geoff nods at the blonde and she goes back in with the vibrator until she’s silently ordered to retreat again.
“Mmmm, I think I could go like this for hours,” Master Geoff says, and now two of them have voices. There’s something about that added touch of reality that makes me all tight and hot and wound-up inside. “What do you think, angel?” He’s looking at the blonde as he says that. “Should I torture pet and keep going, or take mercy on her and come right now?”
The blonde gives him her full attention, and the puzzle pieces start to click together. She’s submissive, too, but maybe not as much as the one they call pet. In my head, neither angel or pet is capitalized, and I make a mental note to ask Tate about that later. Too complicated for a whispered conversation right now, and I don’t want to give up any of my attention. Not when…angel…has a decision to make.
Geoff grins. “But there is a catch. If you say she gets mercy, then you don’t get to come until Master Colin gives you permission.” Whoa. “Now, that could be sometime tonight, or it could be the next time we play together, or even longer.”
My eyes feel like they’re as big as saucers. And they get even bigger when the blonde says, sweet as can be, “Give her mercy, please, Sir.”
“Fuck, angel, sweet and selfless as always.” Master Geoff speeds up his thrusts and it’s not long before he lets out a long moan, his hips held tight against pet’s face. He withdraws and nods at Master Colin, who motions for angel to move in with the vibrator again. Without letting go of pet’s hair, Master Geoff leans down and kisses her. He’s so gentle, it’s hard to reconcile it against the way he’d been fucking her face just moments earlier.
Tate takes the moment of quiet to ask me if I want to move on. I nod silently, eyes still glued on the foursome as they shift towards giving pet her well-deserved release. Tate doesn’t shift a muscle until she gets it, and I squeeze his hand.
We stroll past two more scenes, but I’m on sensory overload, and he clearly gets that, because he leads me out of the maze of sex. We spill out at the far end of the hallway we saw before, and here there’s a small nook that’s well shadowed.
Tate tugs me into the darkness and presses me against the wall, shielding me from anyone who might pass by.
Without saying a word, I reach for him. Reach. Ha. I grab him, my fingers twisting into the thick waves at the back of his head as I crush his mouth onto mine. His hands go unerringly to where I need them. A palm, hard and hot against my breast. Fingers sliding under the ribbons of my skirt to find me wet and hot, swollen and desperate for release.
But he doesn’t stroke me to a quick, furtive orgasm. He covers the whole of my sex with his hand and squeezes. “I know,” he whispers against my mouth as I gasp. “I know you want to come. I know you’re turned on. But I want you to wait until you don’t have to muffle your cries. Until I can see your pleasure and drag it out.”
“Those sadists have given you terrible ideas,” I say, my voice hitching as I nip at his lower lip.
“Yep.”
I laugh weakly and squeeze his hand between my legs. He rewards me with a slow rock of the heel of his hand against my clit, and I thump my head back against the wall.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” he says as he kisses my exposed neck.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Mmm. Me too.”
That’s not what he meant and we both know it. “I’m kind of overwhelmed. And turned on.”
“Good.” He licks at the base of my neck, where my erratic pulse is hammering out of control.
I sigh, long and ragged, and try to pull my scrambled thoughts back together. “It’s a little strange to take so much pleasure in watching others when I hate having my own privacy invaded. Don’t you think?”
“Are you invading their privacy?”
“You know what I mean.”
“We talked about this before.”
“They need an audience…” I trail off. They need us to watch. “They didn’t seem aware of us, though.”
“They were kind of busy. And not everyone is interactive with an audience. But I bet we can find that for you, if you want.”
“I don’t know what I want.”
He rolls his thumb over my clit and I leap like he’s triggered a live wire. “Are you sure?”
“Shut up.”
“Such talk from a pretty mouth.”
I grin. “If you were a sadist, you’d push me to my knees and put my mouth to better use.”
“Is that what you want?”
I want to watch someone else do that. I want Tate to leisurely finger me as I get wetter and wetter… “I want to go see more things.”
He steals a kiss, hard and fast. “Then we’ll do that. Maybe something more interactive? Or do you want a secret look inside other people's filthy lives? The majordomo told me there’s a room upstairs where you can watch from behind glass.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Next time, maybe.”
I nod.
“How about a good, old-fashioned orgy?”
Heat washes over me. “Yes. Please.”
He straightens my dress, then we head to the other side of the townhouse. Tate points out some of the architectural modifications Porter has done. “He bought the adjoining townhouses to give some buffer space on either side of the club. Apparently he uses one side as office space and the other is his personal apartment when he’s in New York.”
Colour me impressed.
We enter a rectangular room with a floor to ceiling window that runs the entire length. Most of the room is empty, like a stage, with a single oversized leather couch on a raised dais in front of the windows. Smaller loveseats line the opposite wall, for spectating or maybe more active participation. I get the impression that anything goes at Porter’s clubs.
There is one couple already there, sitting on the sofa on the far side of the room, and they’re off in their own little world. Tate leads me to the loveseat closest the door. “If we sit here, we can move on without disturbing anyone else.”
I look around the nearly empty room, about to say something snarky when a door at the far end is shoved open, loudly smacking against the wood panelling. In stumbles a nearly naked woman, a glorious smile lighting up her face even as she twists and tries to evade a man chasing her down.
Behind them follows a staff person in a suit. His ear piece gives him away. “Dungeon monitor?” I ask quietly.
Tate kisses my temple. “You catch on quick.”
“Does that mean this might get—” Rough, I was about to say, but then it does, and the word dies on my tongue.
The guy catches the woman and hauls her back against him, his hands grabbing as much of her flesh as they can. His fingers leave white imprints on the fleshy curve of her hip and the top of her chest. “Caught you,” he growls loud enough for all of us to hear. “And it seems we aren’t alon
e, little one. Is that what you wanted? You wanted others to see you be pinned down and fucked like the good set of holes you are?”
I must gasp, because Tate covers my mouth with his hand. And he has to tug me back into his side, so maybe I was about to jump to the woman’s rescue, too.
I shoot him a look, and he grins.
“Warn a girl next time,” I murmur as I settle back against him.
“I didn’t know that’s what was going to happen.” He winks and points back to them, where the woman is twisting helplessly and apparently blissfully happy for that fact.
The guy drags his very willing prey to the dais, where her folds her over the arm of the couch and presses down hard between her shoulder blades.
Then he looks right at me and smirks as he slides his fingers between her legs.
I stop breathing, and after what feels like a million seconds, but is probably only one, he shifts his attention to the couple on the other loveseat.
I follow his gaze, the tightness in my chest easing as I realize he’s not going to return his gaze to me.
I’m the watcher, buddy. Freak other people out.
Or not. The loveseat guy says something to the couch guy. I miss it, because my head is still buzzing from the uncomfortable jolt of being caught in my voyeurism.
“You okay?” Tate asks quietly.
“Yeah.” I sound breathless and horny, which is bang on.
“Do you want to—”
“Stay. I want to watch.”
He drags his fingers up my neck and into my hair, stroking my skin gently. “Then we’ll watch.”
There aren’t any straps or cuffs in this scene, but it’s even more dominant than the first one we watched. Basic and primal in his aggression, the couch guy manhandles his partner, using his language and his body to push her buttons.
And then as if previously choreographed, and maybe it was, the other couple moves to join them. The second guy drags his partner along, ripping her clothes off her as they go.
Then there are two mating couples in front of us, grappling and fucking like their lives depend on it.
I can’t look away. I can’t stop squirming.
“You like it when more people get involved,” Tate whispers in my ear. His warm breath grazes my skin, sending a flash of heat to my sex.
“Mmm.”
“I’m putting that on my Sasha List of Approved Kinks. Group action is a thing for you.”
“I…I wouldn’t say a thing.” Liar.
“It turns you on. The more people the better. I’d definitely call that a thing.”
“Watching it turns me on,” I confess.
“I hear you loud and clear, tiger. No touching. That’s strictly for you and me.”
Yes. I lick my lips and nod, but I can’t look at him. My gaze is glued on the writhing foursome in front of us.
“But if we got closer…”
There goes my breath again. Gone. Vaporized.
He sinks his teeth into my earlobe and tugs. “Not tonight. But if you ever want to. We could ask people to fuck right beside us if you wanted.”
I don’t know what I want. On the couch, someone groans that they’re about to come, then a female voice echoes the same thing.
It’s a surreal tableau. As the last cries of ecstasy fade, Tate stands up, pulling me with him. He leans in. “We’re done here,” He says as he slides a hotel keycard into my hand. “The same car that brought you here is waiting outside. It will take you straight back to the hotel and in through the underground garage. Meet me in my room.”
22
Tate
Need pounds through my veins as the elevator carries me up to my floor. I’m only a few minutes behind Sasha. How will I find her waiting for me?
Naked, maybe.
She likes to be naked.
Lingerie…she likes that, too. That skimpy little thong she was wearing under that dress might have a matching barely-there bra, and I’d happily sink my teeth into her through those scraps of fabric.
Or maybe she’s still dressed, waiting for me to—
The elevator dings and the doors slide open.
I was wrong on all three counts.
Well, maybe not the last one. She’s still dressed.
But she’s waiting right in front of me, the empty hall stretching behind her.
“Sash?” I frown, wondering if something is wrong, but she doesn’t say anything. She just stands there, a tentative smile curling her perfect mouth.
Her eyes sparkle, and it takes me an extra beat to catch on because all I can think about is being inside her.
But it’s going to take a bit more work tonight.
She takes a step back, then another.
She wants a chase.
The already growly need inside me roars to life. I roll my lower lip between my teeth as I pace forwards. She turns and sprints down the hall. That’s fine. She’s gotta get the door open, and now nerves are probably making her hands shake.
I’m steady as a beast on the prowl.
She skids to a stop in front of my door, then fumbles with the key card. I grin when the light flashes red for her.
The ragged, desperate breath she takes sends a jolt of awareness straight to my balls. I’ve never played with primal kink, but for Sasha? I’ll pin her down and make her fight me. I’ll earn her scratches, her hisses, her cries of submission as I find her wet and ready.
She tries again, but I’m closer now. Close enough that when the lock clicks and whirs, it’s my hand that closes over the handle and opens the door—only to push her through it, urging her to run again.
She can’t run far, though.
“We’re all alone now.” My voice is rough and low, and my words send a visible shudder through her body.
Click. The door shuts behind me.
She whirls around, her hands balled into fists—and she’s smiling even as her eyes go wide and her lips tremble. “I wasn’t sure if you’d like that.”
I unbutton my jacket and crudely cup my erection through my suit pants. Yeah, I liked it.
Pink dots bloom on her cheeks. Her next words slide out on a breathy whisper. “I don’t know what to do next.”
I’ve never wanted to be a teacher more than in this moment. “I’ve got a few ideas.” I take my jacket off, then reach for her, one hand wrapping around the side of her neck as the other clamps down on her hip. My fingers slide through the ribbons of her skirt, and that’s even better. I shift my grip until I’m squeezing a handful of ass, my fingers teasing the edge of her soaked panties. “You’re wet. Is that for me?”
“Y-yes.” She sways, and I tighten my grip, stilling her. Her eyes go wide and her gaze finds mine.
“Unzip your dress.”
She reaches back and after a quick tug, the gorgeous red silk tumbles down her body.
No bra. I cup her breast, squeezing the flesh just hard enough to make her gasp, before I trail my fingers up her pebbling flesh and around her neck again.
She’s so gorgeous. Sun-kissed skin, polished to perfection at the best spas, I’m sure.
“We’ve never discussed safewords,” I murmur as I rub my thumb over the pulse point at the base of her neck. “But you need one tonight.”
She swallows, a delicate working of the muscles in her throat. “Red works for me.”
“Good. Yellow for caution, as well.” I kiss her hard, then whisper against her mouth, “You may need that in a minute.”
She gasps as I spin us both around. I sit on the bed, then pull her over my lap.
“Tate!”
I squeeze her ass as I push down between her shoulder blades, adjusting her position until she’s nicely off-balance. “Yes?” God, she feels good. I push her legs apart, grabbing a good fistful of her thigh as she flails a bit, looking to get comfortable.
Oh, no, tiger. There’s no comfortable tonight.
I slap the inside of her legs, and she gasps. “Did you have something to say?”
She
shakes her head and presses her hips into the air.
I grin and spank the fleshiest part of her bottom.
I’m no sadist. I don’t want to hurt her, or punish her. But the pink bloom that spreads across her skin? That’s the hottest thing I can imagine right now. Beneath her, my erection thickens again, heavy and hard. I’m going to fuck her into the mattress when I’m done.
I slap her ass again, reddening it. Marring that perfect skin.
This is gorgeous, too. Breaking down her polished veneer and mussing her up. I like Sasha wearing my mark. Three more spanks on either side have her squirming, and my dick is throbbing for attention.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I guide her to her knees while I use my other hand to free my aching cock. Her eyes go wide as she realizes what I’m doing now.
“I caught you,” I murmur. “So I get to use you however I want.”
Not really. She gave herself to me willingly. Maybe one day we’ll have enough space to actually play pursuit for real. I’ll chase her until she’s breathless, and then fuck her in the wild.
But for now, we need to pretend that’s happened. It’s an easy fantasy to slip into. There are a dozen ways I want to lay my claim on Sasha.
Her eyelids flutter as she licks her lips.
Fucking hell, that’s hot. I rub my swollen head against the corner of her mouth as I give her a fair warning. “Right now, I’m going to use your throat.” I stroke myself, showing her just how much cock I’m going to make her swallow. She might gag, and the thought of that makes me even harder. “Slap my leg if it gets too much, understand?”
She nods and licks her top lip.
Fuck. Me.
“Good enough.” I press gently against her lower lip, forcing her mouth open. She sucks at my thumb and whimpers when I pull it away, but I’ve got something better to stuff into her mouth.
Cupping her head, I push her down until the tip of my cock brushes against the back of her throat. It feels so good I want to fuck her face already, but patience will be rewarded, even when I’m acting like a primal motherfucking asshole.
I pull her up a touch, then push her down a bit farther.
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