When they arrived at the entrance to Sessions, the hostess smiled. “Your booth is ready, Mr. Martin. And congratulations to you both on your engagement.”
Damon nodded and ushered Susa past the hostess station.
“Thank you.” Susa gave the hostess a smile as they passed.
Susa’s happiness was infectious, and several people around them smiled and added their congratulations to the hostess’s.
Their booth was a fine spot to observe all the action on stage and off, but it also had the advantage of being as private as one could be in a public place. With its high back, curved sides, and deep shadows, Damon could touch and kiss Susa without making her a public spectacle.
On previous evenings, he’d kept his touches and kisses light. Tonight, he’d take things up another notch and venture into the kind of sexual foreplay they’d shared this morning in their bed.
“Damon, what are you up to?” Susa stroked the arm he’d placed around her waist.
He ushered her into the deeply cushioned banquette and then followed her in, settling her closely against his side. “Why do you think I’m up to something?”
“I feel your energy. It’s sexual—and it’s petting me.”
He hadn’t been aware their empathic connection worked that way. He liked the idea he could arouse her just by thinking about making love to her.
“Your heart rate accelerated and mine is racing to match it,” she said.
He found the pulse point on her wrist with his fingers and discovered her observation was correct. He also noted what had to be her sexual energy sweeping over his body like hundreds of stroking fingers, setting his nerve endings on fire. His cock responded by shoving against the confines of his trousers.
Susa turned into him and nibbled along his jaw line. “Are you thinking about later—about making love to me?”
Ignoring the smiling waitress who delivered the food and drinks he’d pre-ordered earlier in the day, he cupped Susa’s face and took her mouth in a deep kiss of claiming. He swallowed her moans and reveled in her moving even closer against him. She clutched his thigh with one hand, her nails digging in. The small pain added to the throbbing of his turgid erection.
Damon broke the kiss. Brushing his lips lightly over her face, he murmured, “Yes. But first, I plan to play with you while we’re watching the scene.”
Susa’s mouth formed a perfect O, and her eyes heated with arousal. “Damon—”
“Shh.” He trailed his mouth from her lips to her ear and whispered, “I’ll feed you by my hand. Fondle you through your clothing. Kiss you. No public sex. No nudity. I won’t share any part of you with anyone else. All that I do will be in the shadows or under cover of the table.”
He tugged her ear lobe with his teeth, then suckled it. “The scene tonight is one which I plan to duplicate at a later time—when you’re ready to add some kink into our sex life. Afterward, we’ll go to our suite where I’ll make love to you, over and over again.”
She shivered. “Diew, Damon. We can leave now. I want you so much. I thought I’d come shooting craps. Every time I leaned over to toss the dice, my bottom rubbed against your cock. My pussy is weeping with wanting you.”
He muttered, “Don’t tempt me. You should know, each time you teased my cock with your sweet ass, it was all I could do not to flip up your gown and take you right there. I also plan to collect for all that teasing by repaying you in kind.”
He was happy to see her eyes glow with excitement at his sensual threat. “Here.” He picked up a seared scallop and dipped it into a sauce made with an aphrodisiacal herb grown on Mars, then held it to her lips. “Eat.”
Susa took the morsel from him, then licked the sauce off his fingers. She did such a thorough job he felt each swipe of her tongue in his cock.
“Tasty, but I like your cum better,” she whispered.
“Naughty teasing angel. I may have to warm your sweet ass before I kiss and nibble on it.”
“Goody.” She reached for an appetizer—this one with marinated oysters on the half shell.
Damon placed his hand over hers. “No. I feed you. I give you sips of your whiskey. I touch you. Your hands remain where I put them. Right now, place one in your lap and the other resting on my thigh.” He wanted her touch on him somewhere at all times; he could read her emotions better that way. He plucked the oyster appetizer from her fingers and tipped it so she could suck it off the shell. “That’s good, love.” He leaned in and licked her lips. “Mmm, good.”
Susa’s eyes darkened to smoky amber. “Damon, I need you now, lubho.”
“Patience. You’ll have me soon enough.” He took an oyster for himself and then leaned over for her kiss. She licked his lips as he’d done hers. “So sweet. Now, watch the show.”
As the house lights came down, he gave her a sip of whisky. He ate one of the scallops and prepared another for her.
The spotlight high-lighted the couple from last evening.
“Damon?” Susa looked at him. “They weren’t on the schedule.”
After what had happened the previous evening, he was glad to see curiosity and trust in her eyes and not fear. “I made some special arrangements with them.”
Susa looked at him, possibly even into him as he felt a tickling sensation inside his head. She nodded, then turned to observe the stage.
The Dom was stripped to the waist. His muscular chest gleamed with sweat. Leathers covered long, muscled legs. His naked sub was on her knees. Her body was already flushed from an earlier flogging.
“She’s been flogged,” Susa whispered. “She’s in subspace. It’s so strong, I can feel her euphoria across the room.” Her body quivered.
Damon cuddled her closer and kissed the side of her face. “I asked them to do a special exhibition. The Dom warmed her up before the curtain was opened,” he murmured. “There’ll be no flogging or striking now. Just strict bondage and orgasm play.”
Susa nestled her head on his shoulder. Excitement bubbled off her and traced over his body. “For me. You did this for me?”
“Yes. The couple’s dynamic this evening will be what I eventually would like to strive for with you—with your needs and limits in mind.” He lifted her chin and kissed her lips. “I want you so on edge when we leave here this evening that all I have to do is brush a kiss over a nipple, and you’ll be ready to come for me. No strict bondage for you this evening. But you’ll come a lot. Over and over. I plan to claim every millimeter of you tonight and on into the morning.” And for the rest of the cruise.
“Diew,” she whispered. “I think I had a mini-climax merely hearing your plans.”
“The Dom is beginning.” He settled her more firmly against his side and picked up another oyster and placed it against her lips. “Eat. Watch. The Dom plans to play with a variety of techniques and toys. I want you to tell me what you like and don’t like.”
Susa sucked the oyster and sipped the whiskey he held to her lips. Tipping her face to his, he kissed her until she moaned. Then he released her to watch as the Dom bound his sub, face up, spread-eagled to a custom-made bondage table, which the Dom could adjust to give complete access to his sub’s front. Later, the Dom planned to flip his sub over and take her ass, an act Susa had mentioned she was okay with. He’d see if she meant that by her reaction.
Stimulated from the off-stage flogging, the woman’s first orgasm came as soon as the Dom thumbed her clit. From that point on, the Dom played his sub like a finely tuned instrument. Her orgasmic cries echoed off the walls of the semi-circular club until Damon swore the sounds vibrated in his very bones.
The woman’s screams and pleas for her Dom to stop, then not stop, had Susa wiggling with need next to him. Her fingers gripped his thigh as her breathing became fast and erratic.
For forty-five standard minutes, the Dom alternately denied, then allowed, orgasm after orgasm.
When the Dom flipped his sub over and took her ass while using a vibrator on her clit, Susa moaned and tremb
led. Her sexual energy burned over Damon like wildfire over a dry grassy plain. She was like tinder, and he knew all he had to do to fan the flames of her desire was touch her sexually and she’d come.
Pulling her to face him, he took her mouth and thumbed her clit through the thin cloth of her evening gown. She came, shuddering against him. He took her screams of pleasure into his mouth.
As she came down, he licked and ate at her lips as he caressed her breasts and stroked her shoulders. “So beautiful. And so mine.”
“Damon—” She buried her flushed face against his neck. “Can we go to our suite? Please? Will you make love to me?”
“With pleasure, love.” Damon helped her out of the booth, then swung her into his arms and carried her out of Sessions for the second night in a row.
The stares of Roc, Tor, and Celeste followed them out of the club. He shoved the trio out of his mind. They’d keep. He had an Angel to claim.
Chapter 22
Susa entered the suite. Damon followed closely on her heels. He hadn’t been more than an arm’s length away since she’d convinced him to put her down in the elevator.
Mating instincts long buried in his DNA had risen to the surface and made her overprotective alpha even more territorial than previously. His forbidding stare had warned off any male who’d given her more than a passing glance.
Her instincts had also grown stronger. She’d hissed at one woman in the elevator who’d licked her lips as she stared at the prominent bulge in Damon’s evening trousers.
That bulge belonged to Susa.
They were quite a pair, defending their territory—and, soon, they’d complete the heart, mind, and body trinity to become a fully mate-bonded pair. A joining Susa had never in her wildest dreams thought she’d ever have.
She was more than ready for the next stage in their relationship. The entire day had been one long bout of sexual foreplay. Damon had kept her arousal at a low simmer ever since they’d left their bed this morning. This evening’s exhibition had her needier than she’d ever been in her life. Every shift of her gown’s bodice over tightly budded nipples shot sizzling waves of awareness to her pussy. Her clit was swollen, and her vaginal channel ached. As her arousal had built, the skin over her right ovary grew warmer and pulsed where her gemate mark should appear.
If Damon were to mark, the skin over his heart should also be acknowledging their bond. This morning, she’d given him a hint about what could be happening between them, but had been reluctant to voice her speculation. What if she was wrong? What if they mated in all ways, but marking? Was she projecting what she wanted to happen?
They’d know soon. And if they didn’t mark, Damon was still her mate. Their empathic connection, the closeness that had developed so quickly between them, and their love proved it. She would still be the luckiest woman in the galaxy.
“Go ahead, Angel. Get comfortable. I’ll program the suite’s privacy and security features to make sure we aren’t disturbed.” Damon swept a hand down her back and patted her bottom.
Even his lightest touch had her craving more.
“Angel, I’d like another whisky. How about you?” Damon’s tone was casual, but his emotions churned with lust—and concern.
There was no question he would make love to her. She scented, could almost taste, his desire in the air. But something was bothering him. It could be he’d picked up on her worries about him accepting the bond. Whatever it was, he obviously needed to work it out.
If her man wanted to slow things down a bit, she was okay with that. They would only have one first time between them.
“Sure. I’ll get them.” She kicked off her shoes and walked to the counter which separated the sitting area from the small luxury kitchen.
Geep was napping on the counter. His eyes flew open at her approach.
Back early. The little guy blinked sleepily. He made a sniffing sound, taking in the air around him, then his purple eyes sparkled with a sly knowledge.
“Yes.” Susa paused, not sure how to explain why they were back so soon or the fact Geep needed to make himself scarce for a while. She wasn’t sure she could have wall-banging sex—the kind a Prime mating bond entailed—with the little creature scurrying around the suite. “You need—”
Damon came up behind her, pulled her back against his erect cock, and covered one of her breasts with a big, warm, masterful hand. “What Susa is trying to say is, you need to go someplace else for a few hours.”
Geep blinked. My humans have sex now. Yes?
Damon chuckled. “Yes.”
About time. You smell of sex—always.
Susa wasn’t sure if she were amused or embarrassed by the little guy’s statement. Obviously, his sense of smell was very acute. She and Damon would never be able to hide anything having to do with hormones from him. She also wondered if Geep had ever had sex in his lifetime.
Yes. Like sex much. Want family. He sent an image of little balls of dusty fur rolling around two large Ragbags.
“If you visit the all-night buffet, don’t get caught,” Damon added.
Geep’s fur ruffled with indignation. Never caught. No one looks down.
Susa snickered. “He’s probably right about that.”
See my humans tomorrow. Around eating time.
Geep scurried up the side of the kitchen wall and squeezed through the narrow opening of the ventilation system. Damon had unhinged the vent cover for the little guy. Geep liked to wander the ship while they slept. Ragbags, she’d concluded, were basically nocturnal when they had a choice.
“I thought he’d never leave.” Damon’s tone was teasing.
His emotional aura now was more about hunger than concern. He turned her to face him and drew her into his arms. Molding one breast with his hand, he slid the other down her back to cup her bottom. His erection pulsed strongly against her mound. He lifted her bottom slightly and shifted his hips to rub his cock over her clit.
She moaned as he slowly aroused her clit. The memory of how intense her earlier orgasms had been had her wanting more. More pressure. More motion. Skin-to-skin more.
Susa placed her arms over Damon’s shoulders. Riffling his long blond hair through her fingers, she said, “I want you so much, but am afraid—”
“Of me?” He gave her a little squeeze. “Nothing to be afraid of. All I’m going to do is love you. All you have to do is love me back.”
“I do.” She unbuttoned his silky gray shirt and placed kisses on each bit of skin she exposed. “I’m not afraid of you physically. I trust you with my heart and my body. But I worry I won’t be what you expect. Even after being a sex surrogate for half my life, the actual sex was rather routine and for the most part”—boring—“homogenous. Well, except for the one partner who liked kink and even that was rather pedestrian. Nothing at all like what I’ve fantasized about or what we’ve been watching on the cruise. I worry—”
“Don’t.” He tipped up her chin and nipped her lower lip, then licked away the small bite of pain. “I want you with every breath. All I see, hear, scent, or feel is you. When I’m away from you for more than a minute, I want to be back by your side. You’ve become my everything. You could never disappoint me.”
Damon hesitated, and his earlier concern once again colored his aura, caused his brow to crease. “I worry my need to wrap you in protective armor and keep you safely by my side, my need to make love to you all the time, will drive you away from me.”
Was that all he was concerned about? Susa smiled mentally. If he only knew those were the words, the sentiments, of a true Prime gemat and were music to her soul.
“I love you.” Tears of pure joy filled her eyes. She’d truly found her soul mate, the desire of every little Prime girl from the time she could understand what a mate was. She’d never be alone again. “Nothing will drive me away. I want you just as you are. I need you. My partner. My man. My love.” And my gemat.
Damon startled. Once again, it was as if he’d read her thoughts. No
, he couldn’t have, that was a battle-mate genetic marker. All his reaction proved was their empathic connection, one every gemat-gemate couple developed, was strong.
“Make love to me, please?” She pushed his shirt aside and licked a pattern over his heart. His skin heated and pulsed to meet her tongue.
Her heart leapt at the response. She rubbed her cheek over the area where, the Blessed One willing, Damon’s mark should appear. “I need you, lubho. Fill me up. Make love to me, please.”
“You’ll have me.” Drinks forgotten, Damon swung her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Placing her on the bed, he stood and swept a heated look over her body. “But first, I plan to take my time and worship every millimeter of your body before I make you completely mine.”
“I like the sound of that.” Susa smiled and arched her body, drawing his gaze to her breasts. Her hard nipples poked at the delicate fabric of the black gown he’d chosen at the Laguna Orgais resort. “If you want, you can tie me down. I trust you, Damon, more than I’ve ever trusted any man in my life.”
“Don’t tempt me. We’ll get to the kinky sex later.” He leaned over and unzipped the side zipper on the evening gown. In an impressive show of strength, he lifted her up with one arm and peeled the gown off her. He left her sheer thong panties on. After kissing the inside of each of her wrists, he positioned her arms over her head. “Keep those arms there.” His voice was low and harsh with his need.
Her man wanted to play a bit. She had no problem with that since his every word, his every glance and touch, enhanced the inferno building within her.
“Yes, Damon.” Susa wiggled into the softness of the pillowy mattress, causing her breasts to move.
Damon’s blue eyes turned a smoky cobalt as he laser-focused on the beaded tips of her breasts. In response, her nipples budded even more tightly; so tight, they hurt.
“Are you going to undress, too?” she asked.
His heated scrutiny never left her as he stripped off his shirt and tossed it onto a chair. He kicked off his shoes and stripped off his socks, then unbuttoned his trousers and took them and his boxers off in one motion.
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