by Cathryn Cade
He smacked her ass again. “Get up on the bed there, sweetheart. Hands and knees. That’s right, push that pretty ass out at me, and show me that pretty blonde pussy. Damn, I wanted to do this when you were lying across my lap out there. I know you needed that spanking, and I’ll always give you what you need, Petal, but I’ve been waiting to fuck you.”
Daisy sputtered wordlessly even as she let him position her on the mattress on her hands and knees. She’d needed that spanking? Why the big, arrogant a-hole.
Then he put one hand on her hip and held her steady while something hot and firm—oh, God, his cock—stroked into her swollen labia and then pushed inside.
“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, Dack, I don’t know if—” If this was going to work.
He held her when she would have crawled away from him, his hands biting into the soft flesh of her hips while he held still just inside her pussy. “Whoa, Petal. It’s okay, baby. I won’t hurt you. We’ll take it easy.”
He retreated and then pushed again, a little farther this time. It was uncomfortable, it was so…exciting.
“Been a while for you?” he asked, his voice stifled as if he were speaking through clenched teeth.
“Uh-huh.” Daisy nodded, holding herself still with an effort as he withdrew and then slicked the head back and forth in her labia. Oh, that felt so…hot. He was making his cock wet with her arousal. “And you’re so big.”
“Mmm, you’re nice and wet,” he approved, almost to himself. “Fuck, so wet.” He pushed again, this time working his way deep inside her. Daisy strained against his hands. It felt as if he reached clear to her bellybutton.
“Ah, fuck,” he groaned. “So tight. So hot. Jesus, Petal, you were worth waiting for.”
He drew back, sliding against nerve endings Daisy hadn’t known her pussy even had, and then thrust back in again. She heard a soft, breathy cry and cringed when she realized it had come from her own throat.
He chuckled, a deep, soft, raunchy sound. “That’s right, little sub. Tell me how much you like this.”
Daisy clenched her teeth. She’d be darned if she’d stroke his already huge ego. But he gripped her hips with his big hands as he thrust in again and again, moving faster and harder. And oh glory, it was so good. Had she ever been fucked like this? Well, of course not, given where she was, but no other guy’s cock had ever felt so amazing inside her either.
“Let me hear you, Petal,” he commanded. “Don’t hold back on me.”
Then he slid one big hand under her belly and found her clitoris with one calloused fingertip as he fucked her hard.
“God, I wish you could see how beautiful you are right now,” he went on. “Taking me so sweet, like a good little sub. Any minute, Petal, someone’s gonna come walking down that hallway and see me fucking you.”
And that took care of any shred of Daisy’s self-control. Someone might see them—might see her submitting to him, doing everything he told her, letting him have her like this.
As he pleasured her inside and out, jerking her clitoris in time with his strokes, Daisy dug her fingers into the soft coverlet and took what he was giving her. His hard groin and balls slapped against her bottom, his cock slamming into her depths with juicy, sucking sounds. And her own increasingly high, breathless moans rising over it all as he drove her further and further into ecstasy.
She came so hard her pussy seemed to implode around him, and then pleasure burst outward, suffusing her entire body.
He climaxed with a low, rumbling growl that rose into a roar, stiffening behind her, his fingers digging into her with a bruising grip. He continued to move for a long moment, slower and slower. At last he stilled, heaving a huge sigh.
“Oh, baby,” he muttered, pulling slowly out of her. “That was…amazing.”
He patted her bottom. “Scoot on up there, and lie down for a minute. Be right back.”
Daisy managed to crawl a few feet up the bed before collapsing. Mindful of her breasts, she made sure to land on her side. She tucked her arms up in front of her so her breasts were partly shielded, and just drifted, hearing the sounds of him opening another door and water running. She felt so good…as if she’d had the workout of her life and sex too. Her mind was a peaceful, foggy blank, all her earlier tension drained away.
Dack was back in a few moments. He looked down at her as he unfastened his vest and pulled it off. His biceps worked with the movement, and she admired the broad plain of his chest. As she’d suspected, the dark mat of hair on his chest arrowed down across a very fine six-pack and disappeared into his leather pants, which rode low on his hips. God, he was gorgeous. So big and broad, but well-proportioned.
“What are you smiling at?” he asked her, his voice lazy.
“Your biceps,” she told him, too happy to lie. “The first time I saw you, I wanted to get my hands on them.”
“Well, baby, all you had to do,” he said, “was ask.”
He put one knee on the bed and moved onto it, lying back beside her. The bed shifted under his weight but didn’t sink. He lifted his arm and looked over at her. “C’mere.”
“I’m comfortable right here.”
He sighed, looking annoyed. “That wasn’t a request.”
She lifted her head and eyed him. His key shifted, dangling against her throat. Oh, they were still in the Dom/sub mode? Well, he did look gorgeous sprawled out with his heavy shoulders and arms highlighted by the dark covers. Even with that slightly scary scowl on his bearded face, she still wanted a cuddle.
She scooted over to him, and he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close against his side. Shifting in the bed, he put his other hand behind her knee and tugged until her thigh was draped over his groin and her breasts were snug against his side and chest. That felt good and didn’t hurt, a welcome surprise.
He grunted. “Now this is nice.”
Daisy smiled into his shoulder. It was nice. Coming here had done just as she’d hoped—showed her she could indulge her kinky side a bit and then have great sex.
“Next time,” he said, petting her ass, “I’m gonna fuck you in public—in the club room.”
Her eyes flew open, and she stiffened, all her beautiful relaxation gone.
“Oh no, you’re not.”
He chuckled, that low, evil laugh that sent foreboding and excitement shivering through her. “Oh yes, I am. And first…yeah, first I think I’ll make you ask for it.”
He tapped her chin, and she turned her head, peering up into his sparkling gaze.
“You can practice this week. Here’s what I wanna hear. ‘Please, Dack. Please fuck me right here, where everyone can watch. Pretty please, let everyone see you make me come.’”
Daisy gasped, outrage firing her. “You are so full of it. I will never—”
Her words ended in a squeak of shock as he smacked her bottom, hard. She gaped at him, hurt lancing from her bottom to her emotions.
He petted her stinging ass cheek and regarded her with a knowing look, as if he knew a secret she didn’t.
“Yes, you will. You’re a natural sub, baby. And we both know you checked exhibitionism on your form. You think about it this week, and I guarantee you, by next week your sweet, tight little pussy is gonna be so wet and hot just thinking about riding me out there on one of the sofas, you’ll barely be able to stand it.
“C’mere.” He tugged until she let him pull her right up onto him, lying with her breasts on his chest, her legs tangled with his. She complied warily, but it felt comfortable, still not too much pressure on her breasts. Besides, how could she worry about that when her mind was whirling with his wicked promises?
He looked up at her, stroking her back with slow sweeps. Then he cupped his big hand on the back of her head and pulled her down for a slow, sweet kiss.
“You can play with yourself when you get hot thinking about it, Petal,” he whispered, as if he were generously giving her permission. “Put your fingers in that sweet pussy and stroke yourself off while you ima
gine me deep inside you and everyone watching, admiring you and how beautiful you look riding me. It won’t be as good, but it’ll prime you for the real thing.”
Daisy kissed him again, to shut him up. She couldn’t stand the way he was able to fill her mind with those dirty, tempting, totally hot images. And besides, she loved his mouth. He tasted as good as he smelled, and his mustache and beard caressed her face, somehow so much more intimate than shaven skin.
“Oh, there you are,” said a deep voice behind her. Daisy froze, yanked from the haze of pleasure. Oh crap, there was a man in the doorway, and he could see her splayed legs, see her pussy.
She squirmed, clamping her legs together. Dack held her still, grinning at her, his white teeth flashing, face crinkled with amusement. “Hey, Jake,” he said, peering over her shoulder. “Need something?”
“Nah, just making the rounds,” said Jake’s deep voice. “Hey, Daisy, how you doing?”
Daisy gulped. Dack raised his brows, and she shook her head, ducking her head into his chest. He was crazy if he thought she was going to have a conversation with another man right now.
The bastard laughed, his chest rumbling under her. “She’s feeling a little shy, I guess.”
Jake grunted. “She’s gonna hang around the club, you better get her trained to be polite to the other doms, Hummer.”
It was official. She was going to die right now, of humiliation, even if that was a teasing note she heard in Jake’s deep voice.
“I’ll work on that. See you in a few.”
“Yeah. Bye, Daisy.”
Daisy groaned into Dack’s throat. He chuckled again. “Jake likes to watch too, Petal.”
He didn’t have to say another word. As Daisy slipped off the bed to put her brief clothing back on, all she could picture was Dack having her on one of the sofas, while Jake, surrounded by other club members, watched them.
And despite her two fabulous orgasms, her pussy was clenching all over again.
Chapter Eight
Daisy was having a great dream in which Dack walked up to her and told her to sit on one of the leather sofas at Club 3. When she obeyed, he grinned at her and reached down. She stared, wide-eyed, as she realized he was going to strip for her.
Instead, she saw that he was holding a steel guitar. His gaze locked with hers, he raked one hand down across it like a rock guitarist and played a familiar riff. Then he played it again, and his smile turned to a frown, as if he was waiting for her to respond. Her heart pounded with the beginnings of panic as she tried to remember what she was supposed to do or say. Was this a new Club 3 rule?
Finally, on the fourth riff, she woke with a start and stared blankly into the bright morning light filtering through her bedroom curtains. Her phone lay on the corner of her white bedside table, burring cheerfully.
Daisy grabbed it, rolling onto her back with a groan. No Dack, just a phone call. Geez, who would be calling her early on Sunday morning?
It was Carlie. “Hello?” Daisy yawned deeply, stretching.
“Daisy?” Carlie said. “Sorry if I woke you. But it is ten o’clock.”
“It is?” Daisy sat up in her bed and stared at the blue ceramic clock squatting on the bedside table. Sure enough, ten o’clock, straight up. “Oh my gosh, I never sleep this late.”
“Are you…alone?” Carlie asked hesitantly.
Daisy’s mouth fell open. “Yes, why? Oh.”
Her evening at the club came flooding back in a barrage of sensation and heat, tinged with sheer disbelief. Oh God, she’d really done it. And this was the morning after. She waited for the guilt and shame to hit her. Last night she’d been too exhausted to feel any such thing. She’d pretty much washed her face and fallen into bed.
But this morning she felt…pretty darn good. She smiled, hunching her shoulders with pleasure, her tongue caught between her teeth as she remembered Dack pounding into her, making her come harder than she ever had before.
“I’m alone.” She pouted, wondering what it would be like to wake up next to him. Oh well, he was probably grumpy in the morning, all bad-ass ’til he had his coffee.
“Oh.” Carlie sounded disappointed too. “So…did you go to the club?”
“Yup.” Daisy grinned, waiting. She didn’t have to wait long.
“You wanna do brunch?” Carlie sounded breathless. “Sara said she’d meet us at the Beaverton Revillion.”
“Sure. Eleven o’clock? I have to shower and dress.”
“We’ll get a table. Bye.”
Daisy clicked her phone off and scrambled out of bed, smiling as she walked into her bathroom. She was in for an interrogation, girlfriend style. But there was no one with whom she’d rather share this experience than Carlie and Sara.
She’d met the two at a Portland cancer fund-raising walk the previous winter. The two women had been added to her team with her mother and sisters, and after a day of walking and chatting in their matching pink T-shirts and ball caps, the three of them had bonded. They’d exchanged phone numbers, had lunch the next weekend, and then agreed to become workout buddies.
Daisy had friends from high school and her classes at Portland Community College, but somehow she felt closer in many ways to Carlie and Sara. Probably because they knew things about her no other women did. Like why she was a little kinked.
She showered, did her makeup and dressed in a beige lace halter bra, matching panties and one of the new sundresses her mom and sisters had given her, a white jersey knit halter with tiny green leaves patterning the fabric. Checking her phone, she saw that the outside temperature was already eighty-five, so she left her white sweater in the closet, slipped on her orange flip-flops, grabbed her purse and sunglasses, and hurried out of her apartment.
The manual from her realty class lay on her dinette table. She grimaced at it as she hurried by. She’d planned to spend the whole day studying. She’d have to hit the books extra hard this afternoon and evening.
Sara and Carlie had a table by a window in the dining room of the new Beaverton Revillion. The downtown hotel had recently opened this branch on a hillside overlooking the Sunset Highway and the long sweep of countryside west toward Forest Grove. The room was full, a loud hum of conversation above the people gathered for Sunday brunch. The smells of coffee, ham, potatoes and other savory foods made Daisy’s stomach growl as she wound her way through the tables.
Her friends regarded her with identical looks of concern mingled with fascination.
“Hi,” she said cheerfully, sinking into a chair at the small table. “How are you two?”
“How are you?” Sara asked, leaning forward. The redhead had actually worn a dress, albeit a tan T-shirt style with a large orange Hawaiian flower emblazoned on the front. Her hair hung loose around her slender shoulders.
Daisy smiled at her. “I’m good.”
“You look…different,” Carlie said, leaning her chin on her hand to frankly stare at Daisy. She wore a navy sundress, her hair held back with a red band, like a grownup version of Alice in Wonderland.
Sara tipped her head to one side. “You do look different. And I think I want some of whatever you had,” she added enviously.
And suddenly the three of them were laughing together. “You can have some of whatever,” Daisy said. “But not who. I have dibs.” Not for good, she wasn’t that naive, but just the thought of her friends with Dack made her hands clench on her little purse. She unclenched them, smoothing the embroidered fabric.
Carlie gasped, her eyes wide with delicious horror. “Did you do it with Dack?”
Daisy nodded smugly. “Uh-huh.”
“Good morning,” said a middle-aged waitress. “Are you ladies here for brunch? Coffee?” She held up a carafe.
“Yes to both,” Daisy said. She waited until the waitress was gone, having filled their coffee cups and left the carafe on their table. “Let’s go, girls. I’m starving.”
“And then you will talk while we eat,” Sara said sternly. “’Cause I want to k
now everything.”
They filled their plates and returned to their table. Daisy dove into the fresh fruit, baked ham, rolls and scalloped potatoes with relish.
Sara had a similar plate, while Carlie had a mound of green salad with a few bites of other foods on the side.
Daisy shuddered. “Ugh, green things for breakfast?”
Carlie sighed. “I know, but I’ve got to lose some weight.”
“No, you don’t,” Daisy said. “You’re beautiful. Isn’t she beautiful?” She nudged Sara’s foot under the table.
“Yes, and I tell her that every time we work out. Maybe one of these days it will sink in.”
Carlie flapped her hand at both of them. “Enough about me. I wanna hear about Daisy’s very big adventure.” She batted her eyes at Daisy. “With Da-ack.”
Daisy chewed and swallowed a mouthful of sweet, juicy strawberry. “All right. But I’m not telling you…everything. For that, you’ll have to come to the club.”
And how she felt about that, she wasn’t sure. If she was going through with Dack’s plan for public sex, did she really want anyone she knew there? Somehow it seemed easier with strangers. Which was weird, but it was how she felt.
“Is the club classy?” Carlie asked, taking a mouthful of salad and chewing with her gaze fastened on Daisy.
Daisy nodded. “Very classy. All wood and leather. Very retro, which is appropriate, because it’s in an old house.”
Carlie looked relieved. “Oh, good, no red satin and black glitter?” She shuddered.
“No, that would be awful. Club 3 kind of reminds me of those fancy clubs they have in the movies—you know, where the rich guys hang out while they plot the downfall of small nations.”
“Ooh, like a Bond movie,” Carlie approved.
“Where is it?” Sara asked.
Daisy snickered. “You’ve been driving by it every day without noticing. It’s behind Big Iron Fitness. There’s a little driveway around back, and a parking lot with trees all around. I’m guessing the house must have been on the property when they bought it, and they left it there when they built the gym.”