Male Review

by Lillian Grant

  “Good girl. Close your eyes.”

  She did as he asked and jumped when something slid over her forehead. Shit, he’d blindfolded her again with one of the masks the boys had left behind. Not sure what Sam intended to do she strained and turned her head from side to side.

  Warm fingertips brushed her cheek. “It’s me, Meg. What’s your safe word?”

  She remained mute, not sure if he really wanted an answer or not.

  “It’s not a trick. I need to know you remember.”

  “Jelly.”

  Hot breath tickled her left breast and she heard him chuckle. His warm mouth suckled her nipple and she groaned and arched her back as desire exploded inside her. He shifted to tease her other nipple, flicking it with his tongue. She struggled to stay mute as the sensation of the leather strips trailing up her leg to the top of her thigh made her shiver. He kissed his way up her body. She turned her face toward him when he held her head with one hand. As his lips covered hers she inhaled, and the musky scent of his arousal made her body drown with sensual overload. His sinful mouth raised her temperature as he teased and toyed with her tongue. The sensation of his hard shaft grinding against her abdomen, not quite rubbing her swollen aching clit was torture. Desperate to be free and get her hands on him she tugged at the leather wrist cuffs.

  Suddenly the warmth of Sam’s body was gone, replaced by his hands rubbing circles on the front of her thighs, and then her stomach, warming her skin. He was getting farther away from where she wanted him to be. She arched in an effort to draw his attention to her swollen aching pussy, but the massage continued upward. Breasts heavy, she sucked in a breath when he mouthed her swollen mounds, and then nipped her aching nipples one after the other. Each touch, each gentle bite sent a pulse through her body. Nothing existed beyond the feeling of need consuming her body.

  Feather light strands drifted across her stomach, and then her breasts. She jumped and moaned as a fresh wave of desire rolled through her. Another slightly harder slap teased her breasts, making her already peaked nipples ache. The swish of the thong sent a shiver dancing over her skin as cool air brushed against her wet pussy. Then the gentle sting of the leather against her thigh made her writhe.

  Everything stopped and her heart rate lifted. Surely he hadn’t left her tied up naked. She was about to call out his name when a soft kiss was pressed against the inside of her left thigh. Hair brushed her skin and her already aching center pulsed with desire. Warm breath teased her clit and she bit into her bottom lip when the tip of his tongue flicked her needy bud. He repeated the torture again, and then buried his mouth between her thighs. Her whole body convulsed, only the cuffs keeping her upright as his tongue slipped deep between her folds finding her hot waiting center. Just as he had suckled her breast he devoured her pussy and she panted, close to orgasm.

  “Not yet.” Sam’s gruff voice broke through her haze of sexual desire.

  She pulled herself away from the edge with a soft moan. Sucking in air, she fought back the powerful release building within her. Sam had stopped touching her. Something crinkled across the stage and she turned her head from side to side trying to work out where he had gone. She recognized the sound of a condom wrapper and she was relieved he seemed to be about to finish what he started, but where was he?

  “Sam?”

  The sting of the flogger on her thigh sent a jolt to her clit and let her know he hadn’t gone far. When it smacked against her skin again she cried out, desperately holding on to her control with just a thread.

  Warm hands ran down her left leg and he removed the cuff. She whimpered. Had she disappointed him so much he had given up on her? When the right cuff was unclipped she couldn’t stop a tear trickling down her face. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Sam pressed himself against her, brushing his hand over her hair and kissing her neck. He wiped her tear with his fingers.

  “Shh, baby. You’re doing really well. You’re beautiful. Just a little more, okay?”

  She nodded and let out a shaky breath.

  “Good girl.” He patted her thigh as he pulled away.

  He hadn’t given up and she wouldn’t disappoint him by letting go before he said she could, but Sam sorely tested her self-control. When he grabbed her behind the knees and dragged her legs around him, his hands grabbed her butt, supporting her weight as his hard cock teased her swollen labia. With one brutal thrust he buried himself inside her, finally filling her need. Her pussy quivered and she panted as orgasm threatened to overwhelm.

  He growled, “Not yet.” Pushing the tide back and helping her regain control.

  He kissed her softly, before driving deeper, and then pulled back and drove into her again.

  His gruff voice whispering, “Let go, baby,” broke into her sexual haze and wave after wave ripped through her pussy as she ground down to meet him thrust for thrust. All thought of staying quiet escaped her and she sobbed his name as the force of her orgasm wiped out everything but the need to meld into Sam and become one. She felt him shudder and release, yelling out a loud “yee-haw” that echoed around the otherwise silent room.

  Meg was slick with sweat, and drained of energy. Sam pressed against her as he let her slip down him to stand on the floor. He wrapped himself around her whispering how much he loved her, but his voice was drowned out when the sound of slow clapping filled the air.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Meg screamed and struggled, terrified and unable to see.

  “Shh, shh.” Sam stayed pressed against her, but his cock slipped from inside her hot wet pussy, their romantic interlude shattered, again. He tugged off her blindfold and she blinked in an attempt to focus. No one was visible beyond the stage. She buried her face in Sam’s shoulder, whimpering that they were in trouble now.

  Sam turned his head. “Who is it and what do you want?”

  “Well, to be sure, I never knew you two could put on such a show. You make my act seem lame in comparison.” Michael Monaghan stepped into the footlights.

  Praying to God Michael hadn’t been there so long he had seen her completely naked and exposed, and that Sam would stay where he was and spare her blushes, she glared over Sam’s shoulder. Bad enough he had obviously watched them screwing like a couple of dogs in heat. “What are you doing here?”

  “Shouldn’t I be asking you that very thing? Maggie Riley, you’re a dark horse. I bet your ma would be shocked to see you playing that way.”

  Sam turned his head. “Fuck off, Michael.”

  “I’d love to, if you’ve a mind to let me join in, but I’m not sure Maggie’s ready for round two just yet.”

  With a fierce growl Sam started to move away. Meg tugged frantically at her bindings and whimpered. She needed to cover up. Sam pressed himself back against her and whispered in her ear, “Shh, shh, stay still and I’ll get rid of him.”

  “What is it with you two making out in public? Makes a guy horny just to watch.” As if to accentuate his point he grabbed his crotch, drawing Meg’s eyes to the large bulge currently stretching his tight black leather pants.

  The combination of the cool air and the sweat on her skin made Meg shiver. Sam growled. “You can make all the smart arse comments you want, but could you please give us a minute first?”

  Michael grinned. “You mean you don’t intend to continue the performance? Shame. But seeing as you asked so nicely, I’ll be a gentleman and turn my back.”

  He did as he promised and Sam reached up to undo the left cuff. After a couple of minutes tugging he glanced at Meg. “Have you got the key?”

  Fear walked icy fingers up her spine. “What key?”

  “The ankle cuffs have a catch that releases, but I didn’t realize the wrist ones need a key.”

  Meg glanced at Michael. She had no idea about the keys, but she felt sure the only one Maud had was for the front door. “We’ll have to ask Michael.”

  Sam started to turn away, but Meg wrapped a leg around his to try and stop him. “You can’t let h
im see me like this.”

  “I’ll get you something.” He stepped back leaving her fully exposed to the room. While she waited, Sam dealt with the used condom and tugged on his jeans.

  “Are you both decent yet?”

  “No!” Meg squealed.

  “Only I think we might be about to get company.”

  “Who?”

  “The police. Hello Officer Clarke. Fancy seeing you here.”

  “Oh, fuck. Sam, Michael, do something.” If she got caught handcuffed naked in a strip joint it wouldn’t help her case any, no matter how innocent the explanation. Although saying you were making out with your boyfriend in a public venue wasn’t all that innocent. Her mother would have her put in a chastity belt if she heard about it.

  Sam grabbed his T-shirt and wrapped it around her as best he could in an effort to cover her up. Then stood guard in front of her.

  Michael turned and chuckled. “Just kidding.”

  Sam pulled away, crossed the stage in half a dozen steps and grabbed Michael by the throat.

  “Whoa there, big fella. Surely you’ve got a sense of humor. Besides, I think you’ll be needing me to free your girlfriend.”

  “I can always search your dead body for the key.” Sam lifted his fist and Michael shoved at him.

  Meg squealed as Sam’s T-shirt slid to the floor leaving her naked. Sam let the Irishman go and ran to retrieve the T-shirt. Now that Michael had got an eyeful there was no point, besides the cuffs were starting to dig into her wrists and her hands were going numb from being up in the air so long. “Forget the damn T-shirt, just get me down.”

  Michael wandered closer, jingling a set of keys. “You want my help yet?”

  Meg nodded. Right now she was more interested in being free than in maintaining her dignity.

  Sam tried to snatch them off the Irishman. “Give me the keys.”

  Michael held them out of Sam’s reach. “No deal. My keys, my job to save your damsel in distress.”

  Meg tugged at the cuffs. “This is not a dick measuring contest. Just get me down.”

  “What’s the magic word, darlin’?”

  Sam glared at him, nostrils flaring. “I’ll rip your fucking throat out if you don’t get on with it.”

  “That’ll do.” Michael laughed. Apparently delighted he had not only got to watch them making love, but had also managed to piss Sam off.

  He stepped closer, reaching up to unlock the right cuff and Meg felt sure he was tall enough to release her without pressing himself so close. When he caught her eye he winked and wiggled his hips to let her know he was enjoying the whole event. She glared at him mouthing, “Pervert.”

  Michael moved closer as he worked the catch loose and whispered, “Takes one to know one, darlin’.”

  Sam growled and Meg tugged her hand free. In seconds Michael had the other cuff loose and she collapsed into Sam’s arms letting him tug his T-shirt over her head. It barely covered her arse, and Michael had seen it all already, but she felt less vulnerable untied.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  The drive to Sam’s house passed in silence. He had suggested they stop to eat somewhere, but she said she was worried Maud might burn the flat down if she didn’t get home. He glanced at Meg. She stared straight ahead, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white. He let out a loud sigh. What a fucking nightmare. She was slipping through his fingers. Forcing her to let him tie her up had been too much. Ever since Maud moved in, things had begun to go wrong. He’d had sex with her without protection. Shit, what if he’d gotten her pregnant? That would no doubt be the end of their relationship. Her mother would geld him. And now he’d gone way beyond her comfort zone. Why did he have to push so hard for sex? He could live without it. He’d managed for months with only his right hand for company while he worshipped Meg from a distance. Not an hour ago she’d been worried she was too horny. Clearly the problem of being too horny was his, not hers. Even worse, he’d given that moron Michael Monaghan enough ammunition to hold over them for life.

  Meg pulled up at the curb outside his parent’s house and Sam let out another loud sigh. What was the etiquette when you had publicly humiliated your girlfriend?

  “I’m sorry.”

  “What for?”

  He glanced at Meg and she frowned at him and shrugged.

  “For forcing you to let me tie you up and letting Michael catch us. It was stupid…”

  Meg put her hand over his mouth. “FYI, I loved being tied up. Having Michael catch us certainly wasn’t the highlight of the evening, but he’s seen it all before.”

  Sam tugged her hand from his mouth. “Not ours he hasn’t.”

  “Yes, he has.”

  Sam stared at her. “When? Where? Has he been spying on you? Bloody pervert. I’ll kill him.”

  A grin spread across Meg’s face. “God, I love it when you go all Alpha Male on me.”

  He growled and she giggled. Warmth spread through his chest. Maybe he hadn’t blown his chances, but he still wanted to know what she meant. “Michael?”

  “Oh, yeah. He walked through the kitchen at my dad’s birthday party when you had me pinned to the cupboard.”

  Another moment when his desire for sex had overridden common sense. “I thought it was just your dad?”

  “Dad was the only one we saw. Apparently Michael didn’t see the need to interrupt.”

  “I bet the pervert has been thinking about us together ever since.”

  Meg grinned. “I wonder which one of us gets his blood boiling.”

  “Don’t even joke. I’d put my money on you.”

  Leaning toward him, Meg palmed his crotch, “Don’t sell yourself short. Ted’s the thing dreams are made of.”

  Blood pulsed in his groin and he squirmed. Hadn’t he just given himself a firm talking to about being too pushy when it came to sex and now his dick was raring to go, again? He tugged her hand from his stiffening member. “Don’t call it Ted.”

  “Why not?” Meg pouted. Her lips were so soft, so full, he groaned as a vision of her deep throating him slipped into his mind. His cock stiffened in response and he had to adjust his position, or risk permanent injury.

  When her fingers strayed to the front of his pants and began to tug his zipper down all thoughts of protesting were lost. He sucked air through his teeth as cool air hit his swollen dick. Any discomfort was soon forgotten when Meg wrapped her hand around his steely shaft and gently slid her lips over the head of his aching member.

  Apparently Ted had no memory of delivering its payload deep inside Meg less than an hour ago and throbbed, ready to spread Sam’s seed again. His balls ached, and he laid his seat back a bit to try and relieve the tension. When Meg eased her hand inside his pants and freed his testicles he sighed and let go. In the muted glow from the streetlights he watched as she took him deep before sliding her mouth up his shaft until she sucked the head, flicking her sweet soft tongue below the top, making him jump and harden in her mouth. No one gave head like her. She worked his shaft with her hand and fondled his balls as she took him deeper. He placed a hand on top of her head as the force built inside him.

  His testicles tightened ready for release. A change in the luminosity made him glance toward the house. Jesus, the porch light was on and his mother was walking up the front drive in her dressing gown and slippers, any minute now she would catch him with his dick down Meg’s throat.

  In panic he batted at her head in an effort to stop her. “My mother.”

  Rather than discouraging Meg, it seemed his words drove her on, and when she closed her lips tighter around him and upped the tempo, every sensible thought left his head. He lifted his hips to meet her and when the first jet of spunk shot through his cock he barely managed to hold back his yell of delight. Meg kept going until she milked him dry, and then turned her head and grinned at him, her eyes twinkling.

  “Sam?”

  “Shit, my mother.”

  Meg sat up in the driver’s
seat wiping the corners of her mouth with her fingers as he struggled to put himself away. When he glanced at her she licked her lips and mouthed, “yum,” making him groan. God, she was insatiable.

  A tap at the window drew his attention and he slowly wound it down.

  “Mum?”

  Meg smiled. “Mrs. Stephens?”

  “Maggie. Nice to see you again.”

  Sam looked from Meg to his mother. “Problem?”

  “No. I was just putting the cat out and wondered what you were doing out here so long. I expected you home for dinner an hour ago.”

  Before he could respond Meg leaned over. “We decided to stop for a nibble on the way. I hope you don’t mind?”

  “Not at all, but I wish you’d told me, Sam, then I wouldn’t have made you any dinner. I’ll throw it in the bin. Maggie, why don’t you come in for dessert? We hardly get to see you since Sam moved back home. Not that we mind having him.” She put her hand through the open window and ruffled Sam’s hair.

  Meg shook her head. “Sorry, I can’t, I really need to get home. Next time, I promise.”

  When they were alone he wound his window up and glared at Meg. “Why did you tell her we ate? Now I have to starve.”

  “You got to eat pussy.” She giggled when he shook his head.

  “Sorry, it was the first thing that came to mind to explain where we had been. Probably because I just finished feasting.”

  His pulse jumped. Food was overrated. He pulled her toward him and kissed her long and slow, the taste of his spunk on her tongue firing memories of her face buried in his crotch. When they finally pulled apart he rested his forehead against hers. “I love you, Maggie Riley.”

  She ruffled his hair and grinned. “I love you too, Sam Stephens. You and Ted.”

  He growled. “I better get out of here before he hears you and wants a replay.”

  “Always happy to oblige.”

  Sam kissed her again. Plundering her mouth with his tongue and mapping her soft curves with his hands, remembering her naked, aroused, and completely at his mercy chained to the cross. She had come a long way in the last few weeks. The scared mouse who hadn’t wanted him to see her body and was sure she would never have an orgasm was fast becoming a sexual athlete. He would never have imagined she would be interested in anything kinky. His cock hardened at the memory of her writhing under his control. Breaking the kiss he fought for air, happy to see Meg’s cheeks pink with arousal. He climbed out of the car before his dick overruled his brain and he buried himself inside her again.