by Selena Kitt
The man laughed and said, “See Romeo. You’ll never be able to satisfy her again.” Thomas let out a miserable groan but even though she wanted to feel bad, Claire found herself nodding. Her orgasm was starting to ebb but she still obeyed the mugger when he ordered her to lean forward. “That’s right,” he said. “I want that ass in the air.” She arched her back to give him a better view as she continued to suck on her fingers. “Who owns that ass, whore?”
Claire pulled her fingers out of her mouth. “You do, Baby,” she replied. “You own me, Baby.”
“That’s right. You’re my slut.” She moaned and he said, “Look back at her and tell me.”
She turned her head and said, “I’m you whore slut,” just as he snapped the picture with his camera.” He had his jeans buttoned up again, and he laughed. “You’ll be lucky if you ever get a hand out of her again, Romeo.” With that, he ran off and she slowly turned her head to look at Thomas.
“Are you going to untie me?” He asked quietly.
She stared at the man she loved more than anything in the world. “Do you want me to?”
He nodded, and she reached for the cord at his ankles and began untying him. She got his ankles undone and stared at his cock. He was still so damned hard, and it amazed her that watching her with another man had brought the physical response. “I just can’t believe you did that,” Thomas said softly.
Claire was trying to formulate the correct response when she heard the familiar chiming of her cell phone, a little muffled but still evident. So, she just smiled brightly at her husband and stood up. She walked to the dumpster and found her phone next to a paper bag. She brought both back to Thomas and then showed him the text. His eyes grew wide at the sight of her lips blowing a kiss and her ass in the air. She reached in the bag and pulled out jeans and a tee shirt.
“Aren’t you gonna untie me first?” Thomas asked. “I need you so badly it hurts.”
“Stop complaining,” she said. “I told you right outside the restaurant you had to wait until we got to the hotel.” She pulled on the jeans. They were too big, and when she let them go they fell to her knees. She giggled. “He got the size wrong.”
“The size of your jeans, maybe,” Thomas said. “Please tell me he left my wallet.”
She giggled. “Nope. That wasn’t your wallet. Your wallet is with the maître d’ at the restaurant. I changed it when you went to the restroom after we paid. That one just had Tony’s cash.”
“He was worth every cent you paid him,” Thomas said.
“Don’t forget the cost of the dress and the vacuum he had to break.” Thomas laughed, and she added, “And, of course, a tee shirt and jeans that are too big for me.”
She giggled again and then reached toward Thomas’s cock. He moaned but she laughed again and said, “Stop it! You have to wait until the hotel.” She reached around his dick and unbuckled his belt, using it to keep her own jeans up. Then she pulled over the tee shirt and walked up to him a moment later, she had his hands untied and she helped him to his feet. “Get your dick in your pants, you horn dog,” she said.
He smiled and did as instructed. “I think this was the best yet. I mean… wow,” he said.
She started crying. “God, Tommy! All the while I was afraid I took things too far this time. I mean all the other times you knew it was going to happen before it did and it was more like playacting and I was really worried because you looked more humiliated than usual and—”
Her husband pulled her to him and held her tightly, and she felt a curious thrill when his hands pressed the tee shirt against the cum still on the small of her back. “It was the best time yet, Baby,” Thomas said. “It was the best anniversary present ever. I need you so badly right now.”
The tears disappeared instantly and she giggled. “Then let’s get to the restaurant right away and pick up your wallet. I want to get to the hotel so I can enjoy the cock I really wanted the whole time.”
He smiled and they stepped out of the alley together, every step sending spasms of pleasure from Claire’s pussy up through her body.
The End
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Captivating.
For Damara Woodson, her life was a slice of heaven many people dreamed of living. She was married to a wonderful man who catered to her every need and her career had skyrocketed her to the vice-presidency with the top law firm in St. Augustine. She clasped the diamond necklace hanging from her neck and admired her curvy frame in the floor-length mirror of her private bathroom. The white crisscrossed, backless midsection cutout Herve Leger would showcase her body’s sensuality and definitely draw the eye of everyone in attendance. It was another benefit for a worthy cause and she was glad the committee had the acumen to host the event on a Thursday night.
With smooth light-brown skin, highlighted chestnut and blond long hair and a lean, curvy body, Damara was a stunningly beautiful woman. Her almond-shaped brown eyes were mirrors into her soul and only those privileged to know her was allowed beyond the border she’d constructed to guard her deepest secrets. Husband Caleb Woodson was striking in his own right with short golden-blond hair, creamy smooth ivory skin darkened by hours in the sun and ocean blue eyes. Tall and lean, his appearance could definitely rival men half his age as he was nearing his forty-fifth birthday.
They had been married for the past five years and the idea of starting a family had been placed on the backburner. At least for now. Damara watched him from her seated position as he dressed and smiled. How blessed she counted herself at his love and devotion. He would lasso the moon and drop it at her feet if he could. He caught glimpse of her gaze and flashed a dimpled smile her way. He was one of the sexiest men alive and one glance melted her with desire.
“I must be the luckiest man on the planet,” Caleb hummed from the doorway.
“I agree. You are.” Her head fell back in laughter at his expression. She loved teasing him.
“Behave,” he admonished, arching an eyebrow at how the lip applicator smoothed across her plush lips. The simply gestured made him hard and he wanted her right then. When she leaned down to latch her heel, he went to her with urgency. “Let me,” he whispered, the wild, savage look in his eyes foretelling his plans for later.
“You spoil me so much.”
“It’s my job to spoil you and I take pleasure in your happiness, Damara.”
Her gaze slid over him as his fingers trailed up the back of her calf. She knew what he was thinking. She was thinking the same. If only they didn’t have to leave. They’d be joined in a sensual tango of lover’s delight. Damara took a deep breath, rose to her feet and shuttered when he draped the silk shawl over her shoulders. Yes, this man was absolutely perfect.
“You look exquisite, Mrs. Woodson. No one will be paying attention to the auction tonight.”
Damara wasn’t at all surprised by her husband’s praise. He was her biggest fan. “Thank you, love.”
“Are you ready? The car’s been waiting for ten minutes.”
“Yes.”
Hands linked, they made their way to the limousine. The driver tipped his hat and Damara nodded, sliding in first. Caleb slid in behind her and once the doors closed, he dragged her close to him. He cradled her hand in his, bringing it to his lips for a kiss.
“Baby, have I told you how happy you make me?”
“Yes, but I’d love to hear it again.” Damara leaned her head on his shoulder, loving how open he was with her. Regardless of the fifteen minute ride to the college, she was well-awar
e of the sexual undercurrent swirling about and Caleb made no moves to hide his interest. “I’m not going to make it to the Cancer Gala unscathed, am I?”
“Not a chance.” Caleb slid his hand across one breast and pinched the nipple. He leaned forward, his tongue swift and powerful as he ravished her mouth with a kiss.
Damara ran her fingers through his hair and joined him in the frenzy. “Caleb,” she panted. What she felt for him was raw passion, a need to give into his carnal desires whatever they may be, but there wasn’t enough time. “We shouldn’t.”
“We shall and we will.” Caleb kneeled in front of her and slipped both hands under her dress, sliding her panties down her legs. She was so wet. The intoxicating smell of her assuring him they were on the same page. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He parted her lips and pushed one finger inside.
“Oh,” Damara cried out, starved for more. Her pussy greedy for his thrusts and brand of loving, she rolled her hips and he slipped in another finger. “Yes. God, yes.” she breathed on the verge of exploding. Her body was scorching hot with red-hot heat and she wanted to forgo the benefit and lose herself in his ecstasy.
Caleb watched her intently. “I know you want to come. Not yet, baby.”
It was sweet punishment and in her heightened sexual state, Damara wasn’t sure she’d be able to hold out much longer. Caleb was highly skilled in the art of lovemaking and his talented fingers stroked her sex with deliberate intent. Taking his time, he drove her to the edge unwilling to let her tumble over the cliff. The sated look in her eyes only served to stroke his ego and prolong her sensual agony.
“Baby, I’m going to come.” Damara gripped the door handle for leverage and the continual plunges of his fingers deep within her walls made her body tremor. There was something wicked and scandalous in his ocean-blues and everything about him turned her on. Her thighs quivered and he eased the gallop of his racing fingers, her orgasm being controlled by a handsome madman. Incoherent, she mumbled explicitly and closed her eyes, enjoying the hell out of him.
Satisfied with the power he governed over her, Caleb covered her pulsing sex with his mouth, his tongue gliding over her swollen flesh. Her body convulsed and he continued his relentless assault. He’d replaced his fingers with his tongue and propelled it deeper, loving the taste of her sweet explosion as she burst into his mouth. Insatiable for her, he sucked and drank until at last she lay still and speechless.
“I love your body,” Caleb whispered and wiped her down with the heated towel. He eased her panties back on and returned to his seat beside her.
Such a fucking gentleman, Damara mused and sighed with satisfied pleasure.
“You’re such a bad boy.”
“It’s your fault. I wouldn’t be so bad if my wife wasn’t so fucking hot.” Caleb argued.
“I didn’t realize I was to blame for your lack of control.” Damara pulled out her compact and check her lips. Fortunate for her she’d decided on her favorite long-wear shade of brown and it was still intact.
Caleb grinned. “Of course you are. Who else could be?”
Who else indeed, Damara surmised and observed her husband with delight. Caleb Woodson, her knight in shining armor, the man of her dreams and he loved her. He really loved her.
* * *
The gala was in full swing by the time Caleb and Damara arrived. From the Mayor to the Police Chief, to everyone who was anyone they were all in attendance decked out in their best for a worthy cause. Cameras flashed and hushed whispers echoed against the soft music of the live orchestra as they walked the length of the stylish ballroom. Since settling in St. Augustine, the neighborhood socialites had gravitated to them and rolled out the red-carpet, treating them like celebrities though no one really knew much about them or how they lived their lives.
Within five minutes, Caleb was pulled away and Damara slipped into a quiet corner to observe the room. It was filled with shimmering evening gowns highlighted with diamonds drippings from ears, throats and wrists and the men each look dashing in their black-tie tuxedos. It was undeniably the social event of the autumn season and everyone wanted to make a statement.
White-gloved waiters, some of which she knew circulated the venue carrying trays of champagne and hors d’oeuvres. Damara swiped a flute in hopes the smooth liquid would calm the raging heat consuming her body. However, the only thing capable of freeing her from the clutches of sexual frustration would be Caleb’s cock stretching her to the hilt. She could still feel the pulsating vibrations of her last orgasm and wanted more. Damn him.
“I see your husband is in his element.”
Damara didn’t need to turn around. The low audibled voice purring in her ear would be recognizable if she were blindfolded. “I didn’t expect you’d be here. When did you get into town?”
“This afternoon. I would have called, but I wanted my arrival to be a surprise.” Blaine Wolf placed his hand on her lower back and inhaled her sweet scent. “God, I love the way you smell.”
“Not here.”
“I missed you, Damara. I’ve been gone for over a month filming nonstop and I need to be alone with you.” Blaine whispered and pulled her into the shadows. “Didn’t you miss me?”
She met his piercing gaze, pools of honey-brown eyes arresting her psyche. How was it possible for two men to have such a stronghold on her? The intimacy she shared with Blaine was quite different from what she shared with Caleb. Being in his presence brought out a distinct animal, one she couldn’t control. One she had no intentions of controlling. Her body trembled at the slightest touch of his fingers lifting her falling shawl back to her naked shoulder.
“You know I can’t resist you.”
Blaine winked seductively. “That’s my hope. I want you to come with me to my hotel.”
“I can’t. I’m going home with my husband tonight.”
Blaine’s smile exhibited a nefarious objective and swiftly he drew her behind the hanging curtains for privacy. He squeezed her body to him, appreciative of her voluptuous curves as his hand slid down over her back coming to rest on her perfectly shaped derrière. Her hands came up to his chest and he stared into her eyes, brushing his thumb over her lips. “You’re coming with me.”
Damara opened her mouth to protest and he sealed his lips over hers possessively. His tongue rimmed her slowly before it dipped into her mouth, tasting her sweetness in long relaxed licks until she gave into his need. Her heart told her to resist him. Her body reminded her she couldn’t. In the heat of the moment, her arms went around his neck and she surrendered to him.
He backed her across the hall to one of the vacant rooms and locked the door behind him. “I want you, Damara. Now. Not later. Right now.”
Dizzy with want, she ignored the rational thoughts screaming at her. Pressed fully against his muscular body, the outline of his straining erection made her desperate for him. Her pussy thumped for his kisses down low and the hypnotic long strokes courtesy of the rugged pounding he’d give her once he was inside the slippery slopes of her canyon.
“Anyone could walk in on us.”
Blaine ignored her irrelevant chatter and pushed her against the wall. He cradled her against him, lifting her dress to access the prize possession he’d longed to taste and fuck for the last four weeks. Her hands glided over his chest and he loved when she touched him. Even as she was shutting him down. He still loved it.
“Why can’t we? No one is looking for us.”
“Caleb is in the next room and he can’t find us like this.” Damara didn’t like the look she saw in his eyes. She never wanted to make him feel rejected. “Baby, I promise to make this up to you. Caleb should be out of town on business in a few days and then I’ll give you whatever you want.”
Blaine released her and walked away. “It’s always later with you, Damara. My later should be right now.”
The biting edge of his tone rubbed her the wrong way considering she hadn’t seen him in weeks. Besides, they’d had this discussion many
times and he’d convinced her he understood their situation. In lieu of all that, she had no right to be mad at him about his feelings. He had every right to be angry with her. She’d taken vows with him as well.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re always sorry, aren’t you?”
“Blaine, please. I wasn’t expecting you to be here tonight.”
“Not my problem,” he hissed and gazed down at her finger. “You’ll wear my ring just like you wear his, but he gets all the damn benefits because he’s numero uno. He’s knows about us, Damara. He’s always known. Why won’t you tell him already?”