The scent of jasmine incense flooded Summer’s mind, teasing her with exotic possibilities. A long, velvet sofa sat against a wall while various large pillows were scattered around the room. This didn’t appear to be a den of S & M, but Summer had read enough to understand that control and submission came in many flavors and forms.
“This is beautiful,” she managed, suddenly feeling self-conscious next to the statuesque beauty.
“You are beautiful.” Giselle ran her fingers along Summer’s cheek, settling them on her bottom lip. “Your lips are so soft. I’ll bet your other lips are just as soft.”
“Wait.” Summer quivered a little. “I can’t do this.”
“I’m taking away your choices,” Giselle said sweetly, dipping her mouth down so she could blow against Summer’s throat. A shiver ran up Summer’s spine, and she wasn’t sure now if she should leave or stay. She wanted to submit, but to a woman?
“What about a safe word?”
“Would you like to choose one?” Giselle’s bright blue eyes twinkled wickedly as she spoke.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Relax.” Giselle took her hand and led her to the sofa. “Let go of your inhibitions. Whisper a word to me, and I’ll stop when you say.”
The backs of Summer’s knees came into contact with the velvet sofa, and she found herself sitting down despite her insecurities. Giselle came forward, kneeling in front of her. Her long fingers ran up Summer’s legs, grazing against the tops of her tall, black boots. Taking her nails and digging them slightly into Summer’s skin, Giselle spread Summer’s legs wide.
Summer gasped; she’d never had the fantasy of being with another woman that so many females seemed to have, but Giselle was ethereal, transcending such thoughts as her fingers followed the path of Summer’s thighs and found her wet spot.
Angling her head back and attempting to relax, Summer was more than aware of her cunt and how it spasmed and released when Giselle blew gently against her lacy underwear. Pressing her mouth firmly against Summer’s pussy, Giselle bit lightly at the thin material covering it.
“I need a word,” she crooned against the fabric.
“Chocolate,” Summer murmured shakily.
“Chocolate, it is.” She could feel Giselle smiling against her pussy.
Slipping her hands beneath Summer’s ass, Giselle pulled her forward so that she almost hung off the sofa. Summer’s knees quivered as she felt the lace underwear slide down to her knees, then move past her boots and onto the floor. Without advance warning, Giselle’s tongue shot out, delving deeply into Summer’s wetness. Again, Summer gasped, her fingers digging into the sofa beneath her.
Giselle continued to lick and suck, paying special attention to Summer’s clit, slipping her tongue into her opening. Before Summer knew it, her orgasm had built deep inside her core before exploding around her. Her hands gripped the sofa, her knuckles straining as she rocked against Giselle’s lips.
“I think you’re ready now,” Giselle whispered, as she rose up and placed a kiss against Summer’s cheek. The smell of Giselle’s sex wafted up, sending another shiver through Summer. “But I’m not the one for you. There’s another who will command you.”
It took a second for Summer to realize that someone else had joined them in the room. Without realizing it, she’d closed her eyes tightly; her vision blurred for a few seconds before Marcus’s smiling face came fully into view.
“Hello, Summer.” His rich, deep voice made her completely aware that she sat with her shirt falling off her shoulders, and her skirt was raised so that her pussy was fully visible.
“What are you doing here?”
“This is my world, remember? The question is, what are you doing here? Did you come to finish what we started?” He didn’t take his attention off her as Giselle slowly slipped from the room.
“I don’t know why I came here,” she admitted. The lifestyle had fascinated her too much for her to walk away from it once her interest was piqued again. She understood that she not only wanted to know about S & M, but that she also wanted one particular person to be her teacher. “Actually, that’s a lie. I think I was looking for you.”
Chapter Seven
Marcus took Giselle’s position on his knees in front of Summer. “It’s not all about pain and pleasure, you know. There’s more to this world than whips and chains.” He breathed in her scent, delighting in the way she squirmed against his breath. God, she was incredible; her pussy was so wet, so open after Giselle had licked it.
He’d wanted Summer for too long; now it was time to finish things between them. The games had to end tonight. He had to have her ‑‑ tonight.
“Show me, then.” She surprised him when she reached down and pressed her fingers against her pussy lips, opening herself for him. “Show me what you want to do. Show me what this world holds.”
“I will, but first you have to know I walked away from this world because I lost control one night. I took too much; I went too far with someone who seemed so willing. It happens sometimes. People get caught up in the moment, go a little crazy.”
“For some reason, I trust you.”
The innocence in her eyes went straight to his heart, and the confession made him feel slightly better, but he still worried about pushing too hard with Summer. It had been years since that incident, but it was always in the back of his mind.
“Summer, you are so amazing.” He shoved memories of the past away and ran his fingers along her slick folds. “What is your safe word tonight?”
She cleared her throat. “Chocolate.”
He smiled before dipping a finger into her heat. “Okay. Chocolate, then.”
Kneeling in front of her, he twined her lovely hair into the fingers of his free hand, using the leverage to stretch her out on the sofa, forcing her to lay flat. He gripped her hair a little tighter, only slightly hurting her, judging from the sharp intake of breath followed by the low moan. She squeezed her eyes closed as her heartbeat intensified; he could feel it against his chest as he leaned over her.
“Does this hurt?”
“A little.” She smiled.
“Good.”
He reached down to find her wispy panties on the floor. Taking them in his hands, he wrapped the material around her wrists, binding them together. Once she was tied, he placed one of her feet on the floor and raised her other leg onto the back of the sofa.
“Marcus,” she whispered.
“Yes? Do you like this?”
“I can’t… I don’t… Yes.” She moaned, her body shaking as he reached down to touch her pussy again.
Slipping off his belt, he raised the leather strap above her, then brought it down loudly onto her mound. She let out a slight scream before convulsing into a shiver of delight. The smile on her lips encouraged him to do it again. This time, she raised her pussy up, meeting the blow.
Lashing her again and again, he made her quiver, shriek, moan. Her hands struggled to free themselves, but he placed his free hand against her bonds. Slapping her pussy with the belt three more times, he found that he was no longer able to hold onto her. Her struggles had grown, loosening the fabric around her wrists. When he untied her, she bounded upright on the cushions and pounced on him, capturing him in her arms. Pressing her breasts into him, she grabbed his hand and buried it between her legs.
“I want you to fuck me now. Fuck me hard.” Her eyes sought his, the severity of her plea shining there.
He forced her to release him, then struggled with his jeans, shedding them as quickly as possible. When he sat on the sofa, his cock was swollen and erect. Then, he yanked her onto him, biting down on his lip as her sweet cunt wrapped around his cock.
He had never blacked out during sex before, not even at the height of his dominant behavior, but right now, he almost thought he might. He couldn’t focus on anything except the sensation of her pussy sliding against his cock as she rode him hard. Her ass bounced against his thighs, slapping them with each st
roke, and her cream spilled out around him as her hands gripped his hair and her lips sought his.
Her kiss was fevered, like a woman possessed. He knew what madness had taken over her. It was the loss of control. Of being bad, of being punished, of ceding control to someone. That’s how it worked for submissives. For him, the thrill was in the punishing, the domination. That’s what drove him to the edge.
“Oh, my God!” She screamed, and her nails sank into the back of his neck. He retaliated, digging his own nails into her flesh, scratching from nape to ass, feeling her squirm on his dick as he dragged his fingers back and forth.
Her orgasm just about squeezed his cock off. Damn, the girl was tight! Tight and luscious and everything he had ever imagined she would be. He gave her a few seconds to calm down as her body shook around him, but as soon as she caught her breath, he lifted her from his cock, turned her around, and pushed her against the floor ‑‑ ass in the air, knees down.
He practically ripped her skirt from her body, loving the look of her black boots and her white ass. He took the belt again and gave her a solid whack on her bottom. She arched her back, clearly inviting him to take her sweet pussy.
In one motion, he was behind her and entered her, reaching around to grab her breasts, which had fallen completely out of her shirt with his actions. He gave her nipples a pinch before smacking her ass with his bare hand. Each time he hit her, her back bowed against him, her pussy quivering and her entire body moving, forcing him further into her. Her cunt dripped from her arousal and coated him, letting him know that she was enjoying this as much as he was.
“God, Summer,” he whispered against her flesh. His whisper grew into a moan, then a growl. His orgasm built in only seconds before he shot his hot seed into her body. It took mere seconds more to recover ‑‑ and realize what he’d done. “Damn.”
Summer slumped onto the floor, her entire body visibly shaking. He stood, reached down, and scooped her up to place her on the sofa. Brushing her hair out of her face as he sat beside her, his hands shook as he thought about the mistake he’d just made. He’d never had sex without protection, without a condom.
“Marcus.” Her voice came out as a creak.
“I’m so sorry.”
“For what?” She smiled, obviously unaware what had happened.
“I didn’t use a condom.”
She sat up abruptly. “Shit. I’m sorry. I should have…you know…the whole control thing.”
“No. It was my job. I’m clean. I’ve never had unprotected sex. Ever.”
“I’m on the pill, so we’re covered.” Still, her hands trembled as she touched him. “What am I supposed to say now?”
“How about, ‘Wanna do it again?’” He smiled.
“How about, ‘My legs feel like jelly right now.’”
“That works, too.” He leaned over and picked up his jeans, suddenly unsure of what to say or do next. He’d never been in a situation where he’d grown to care so much about a woman.
“Are you okay?”
“No, Summer, I’m not. I know women are supposed to get all mushy after sex, but I can’t help but think as I look at you that I’m just now really seeing you. I mean, you’re a beautiful woman, but there’s so much more to you than that.”
“Thanks for noticing. You don’t owe me anything, either.”
For some reason, those words pierced him. He didn’t want to owe her anything, but he did want her to want him. Or something like that. No, that wasn’t it. He wanted her to love him. Love. Damn.
“Summer.” He touched her face, struck again by her innocence and her willingness to learn. “God, I think I’m in love with you.”
She smiled and leaned forward. “Why do you think I got a transfer? I had already decided I was falling for you, but I can’t work with you. I’d constantly want to pull you into the elevator or the bathroom or the staffroom…”
“Or the special collections room,” he offered.
“Yeah, especially there.”
“I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll let you work somewhere else if you promise to come by now and then and help me close up.”
She lightly slapped his arm and laughed. “You’ll let me?”
“Yes. I’m the dominant one.” He rubbed his arm, pretending to be offended by her smack.
“You keep telling yourself that, and I’ll let you believe it.”
“Come here, woman. I’ve had a few minutes to relax, now I want to taste you again.” He took her hand in his and tugged her against him.
Her eyes sparkled brilliantly, and he knew he’d finally met his match, someone who appealed to him not only physically, but emotionally as well.
“I have an idea.” She smiled and pulled him up with her. “I hear there’s a private beach out back, an area where only club members can go.”
“Yes. Cabanas, coconut trees, lots of sand.” He let go of her hand and stepped into his pants. “Do you really want to get sand in your most sensitive areas?”
“I’d like to see how it feels to have you wet ‑‑ and on top of me.”
He watched as she slipped back into her skirt. “I already know how you feel when you’re all wet, so I guess it’s only fair.”
Sliding up behind her, he cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples. He let out a groan, amazed at how hard his cock had become again. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her.
“You’d better let go of me, or we’ll never get out of here.”
“The bar closes at three, so we’ll have to leave sometime.”
She pushed his hand away and strode to the door, her skirt perfectly molded to her lovely ass. “You coming?”
“Not yet, but I promise you, I will soon. And so will you.”
* * * * *
The moonlight shone down on the perfectly groomed white beach. The club’s name did it justice. Even though the landscape was crafted by the owners of Pleasure Shores, it resembled a private resort. Palm trees lined the path, leading pairs and threesomes into the private cabanas scattered throughout the area. Summer felt what few remaining inhibitions she had completely leave her body as Marcus pulled her onto the wet sand of the man-made beach.
He stripped off his shirt; then he gently shoved her against the ground, looking deep into her eyes. It was like some scene from a movie when his lips took hers. This time, his loving was tender, filled with give and take as his tongue slid across her lower lip. It thrilled her even more than the sex games had.
“I want you to know that I meant what I said earlier. I’m in love with you, and I want to prove it.” His words tickled her cheek.
She pressed her finger to his lips. “You talk too much.”
“I’m trying to be the sensitive man here.”
She snorted. “I think you’re pretty sensitive.” Her hand covered his cock, and she massaged it against his pants. “In all the right places, anyway.”
Before she realized it, he had unzipped his pants, freed his engorged cock, and placed it in her hand. Sliding his length against her, he pushed up the hem of her skirt, careful not to get sand into those delicate areas.
Summer squeezed her eyes shut as she guided him into her, slowly, gently. Things would be different now. They had pledged a promise to one another, and making love on the beach would seal the deal.
His cock moved inside her, creating a rhythm unmatched by the faux waves as they washed in from the water. The fluid tickled against her feet before covering their bodies in a cool embrace. Tracing her nails down his back, she arched herself into him, driving his cock deeper, determined to take all of him.
His breath was hot against her cheek as he rocked inside her, filling her completely, causing her inner walls to begin to spasm. As the ripples of her orgasm spread over her, sheets of water continued to flow over them. He clasped her hands over her head and gazed down intently into her eyes.
This is not what I expected this summer, she thought as he leaned forward to nip at her mouth.
“Do you wan
t me to come inside you, love?”
Yes, she did, but she couldn’t breathe, much less talk. A slight nod of her head was all it took. Suddenly, she felt his hot liquid flood her pussy. The water rushed in again, caressing them.
“Where do you think this is heading?” She knew she shouldn’t introduce the topic so soon after having wild sex. Men were likely to say anything once their primal needs were met. Still, she ran a finger along his jaw, hoping he would be honest with her.
“Where would you like for it to head?” He grinned before taking her finger between his lips.
“You don’t seem like the forever kind of man, and believe it or not, I am a traditional girl.”
“A traditional girl who likes to be manhandled,” he teased.
“There’s nothing wrong with that. And I like to handle men, too.” She pushed him off her and sat up, folding her arms across her chest, pretending to be offended. A twitch of her lips spoiled the ruse.
“I didn’t say there was. You could come back to work for me. I’d be your boss and master.” His eyes twinkled invitingly.
“And have sex all over the library? What would happen then?”
“That page hasn’t been written yet. I’ve fallen for you completely. And though I want to be your master in the bedroom, know that you dominate me completely. I am truly your slave.”
She liked the sound of that. “My slave, eh?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Then you have to do what I tell you.”
“Anything.” The word held a promise that could not be missed.
“Think we can redefine traditional?”
“I think we already have.” Lying over her again, his body bore hers back into the sand.
He was right. Nothing about their situation seemed traditional, but it was exactly what she wanted, and he was exactly whom she wanted to be with. She wound her fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth onto hers. Who said traditional had to be boring?
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