The Invitation (BDSM & Erotic Romance)

by Jennifer Bene

  “No, I don’t want you to stop.”

  “Mmmm,” he groaned against her skin and she opened her mouth to shudder a breath, “That’s a good girl.” He grabbed her chin and turned her face to his and finally kissed her, just as he slid a finger inside her. She jumped, moaning into his mouth, whimpering when his grip tightened on her face to press her back. Another finger joined the first and her hips lifted. He released her suddenly and his mouth was at her neck, his lips and teeth tracing her collarbone as he continued to thrust his fingers and she was quivering, on edge as heat rushed through her. Her lips parted to plead for him to push her over the edge, but his thumb brushed over her clit and the air left her lungs. She whimpered, her body tightening as her orgasm suddenly rose up and crashed over her without warning. She cried out and arched as lights burst behind her eyes and she grit her teeth to try and quiet the moans, tightening her muscles to try and control the shifting of her hips against his touch as she lifted into his fingers again and again.

  What was she doing?

  Her eyes opened and she gasped. The scene in front of her was insane.

  All of this was insane.

  She was insane.

  All those pretty dresses were pushed up, or pulled down, or in multi-colored pools on the dark floor visible under flashes of light matched to the music. There were girls on their knees, bent over couches, pressed between men whose hands stroked, pulled, and pushed them. The music was so loud. The bass could be felt in the floor and in her chest, but nothing could completely muffle the sighs, the cries, the moans, the shouts, as pleasure rolled through the club like a storm.

  “My name is Saif.” His hand was in her hair, and when he tugged it back to make her look at him, she moaned. Whatever he was doing to her, she liked it, she liked it a lot. She wanted more. “Say it for me.”

  “Saif?” Cara wasn’t sure why it was a question, but it was. The realization that she’d let a man make her come, in public, on a couch, in a club, without even knowing his name shook the foundation of who she thought she was.

  Try calling me boring now.

  “Yes?” His dark eyes scorched her, and she felt how slick she was between her thighs. Her juices were soaking her panties, sliding down her ass and making the leather under her wet and slippery, his touch glided inside her again, and then he thrust sharply and she winced a little and lifted her hips.

  She liked that too. She wanted him to do that again, but harder.

  “I – “ Cara didn’t know how to say it, to ask for it, she’d never said anything even remotely like what she was thinking, so she bit her lip and his dark gaze broke from hers to look past her. A man with steel colored eyes sat down on the other side of her and Saif let her turn her head towards him.

  “Hello Grant, this is Cara.” Saif spoke in that smoothly cultured voice and Grant leaned forward and kissed her boldly, running his hand over her dress and cupping her breast. She was shocked for a second, her muscles tense, but Saif trailed a soothing touch down her arm. Cara found herself kissing him back, the hum of the man’s moan against her mouth was as exhilarating as Saif’s fingers still moving inside her, slowly, steadily. The man broke the kiss and Cara couldn’t catch her breath as her heart pounded against her ribs.

  “You always find the loveliest girls, Saif.” Grant leaned over her and Saif removed his fingers. She opened her mouth to protest but he used his grip in her hair to pull her back against his chest. With a nudge he shifted his back against the arm of the couch so she was facing Grant. He’d called her lovely. He wanted her. They both wanted her. His eyes were hungry as they dipped over her body. She couldn’t speak, there weren’t words as Grant’s hands started at her knees and pushed her thighs apart to make the bright red of her dress ride up higher until the red lace of her very wet panties was evident. His steely gaze locked on hers and her breath caught as his fingers dipped under the edges of lace and pulled them down her legs. He tucked his hands behind her knees and pushed them towards her chest, making her blush as she was completely exposed in the flashing lights. Grant licked his lips as he tugged the panties over her heels, and then he pressed his hips between hers.

  He was hard. Really hard. And she was soaked, slippery, and likely ruining his very nice dress pants. She rocked her hips against his anyway, and his groan as he braced an arm against the back of the couch made her feel powerful. She wasn’t the nerdy science girl right now, she wasn’t boring – she was a fucking sex goddess.

  “Please?” She hadn’t even realized she was going to speak, and her quiet plea didn’t sound quite like a sex goddess, but the wolfish grin that spread across Grant’s face was all male satisfaction.

  “You ready to party, baby girl?” Grant sat up and started to undo his pants with bravado. Cara twisted her head to look at Saif who just narrowed his eyes a little at her like he was analyzing her. He wasn’t going to give her direction, not like Cara had any idea why he would. Why had she looked to him as if for permission? Saif tugged her hair harder and she bucked her hips into the empty air above her. He chuckled in her ear as Grant fumbled with his belt, he’d clearly had a bit to drink.

  “Think of him as a warm-up, Cara, that is, if you want this.” Saif’s voice was meant only for her, his lips pressed to the shell of her ear. A warm up for what? Grant’s cock was standing up in front of him as he stroked it, a condom rolling down with a smooth movement of his hand.

  “Come on, baby girl. Tell me you want it.” Grant leaned forward over her and she pressed back harder against Saif, and Saif’s fingers tightened in her hair as his other hand pushed the neckline of her dress down until her breasts popped free. He lazily rolled her nipple between his fingers and then pinched until she moaned. Grant licked his bottom lip as he stared down at her, waiting for her. For her. He wanted her.

  “I – I…” Not boring. “I want it.” Cara answered them both.

  Grant lined up and thrust hard inside her and she arched, tightening around him. It had been months, and Matthew had never been like this with her. Nothing had ever been like this before. The moans coming from the room seemed to grow louder as he started to thrust inside her, and her own joined the cacophony. Saif’s hand cupped her breast and pinched her nipple again lightly, and she twisted her head to the left. Cara tried to stifle the moans as they rose up in her, but her mouth opened when she saw a girl on all fours just ten feet away. The girl’s head was buried between a woman’s legs in a skirt suit bunched around her waist who was sitting on the edge of a chair. Behind the girl there was a man kneeling and thrusting inside her.

  This was impossible. This place couldn’t exist.

  Saif’s touches and Grant’s thrusts were driving her higher, his cock splitting her, filling her, and making her shiver and moan. Her hips rolled up against him and he groaned and thrust sharply which made Cara cry out as pleasure tinged with the ache of his strong thrusts filled her up.

  “You look beautiful like this.” Saif’s voice purred against her skin, her mind an electric web of sensation, and pleasure, and the aching tension growing inside her. Grant moved to kiss her but Saif craned her neck back so that Grant’s mouth couldn’t find hers. She moaned and then Saif covered her mouth again, her hips rocking harder to meet Grant thrust for thrust as she fought to keep her lips against Saif’s mouth, so his tongue could continue to touch hers. Grant took her nipple into his mouth instead, the tugging making her clench her fists at her sides and moan against Saif’s lips. He was hard against her back, his mouth and his body telling her he wanted her. She was wanted. She –

  A sharp thrust and she broke the kiss, biting her lip as her fingers dug into Saif’s thighs. His hands wrapped around her wrists and pulled her hands back, the position made her arch her back and lifted her breasts against Grant’s seeking mouth.

  “Fuck.” Grant released her nipple and sat up, his hips starting to really pound against her, his thick cock stretching her with each deep thrust as he sought his pleasure. Cara found her head back against Sai
f’s shoulder, staring up at him as she was closer and closer to coming, that fierce edge within reach - and then Grant slammed into her and held there as his cock jerked inside her. His breath let out in a huff, and Cara whined as she was denied the orgasm that was so close, her hips lifting uselessly. Grant smiled down at her and ran his hand between her breasts and over her stomach. “Thanks, baby girl. You are incredibly hot.” Then he slid from her and she watched as he took care of the condom and began to tuck himself away. Her knees closed, but Saif’s hand was suddenly there, rolling her clit as Grant’s mouth opened and he stayed to watch, sitting between her knees.

  “I want you to come for me, Cara. I want to feel your pussy come all over my hand, and Grant here is going to watch me give it to you. Be a good girl.” Saif’s voice was against her ear again and she gasped. His words pooled heat between her legs, she wanted to say something brave back, but words wouldn’t form. This was new to her, and insane. No one talked like that, did they? She groaned and bucked against his hand as his touch brought that almost painful tightness to her muscles again. She shivered, the movement of her hips growing more urgent, each shift driving for just a little more friction as the tension coiled tighter. Grant’s hands found the insides of her knees and pushed her thighs farther apart, and she whimpered as a crippling wave of pleasure rose up. It snapped and she cried out and arched as she came hard. Saif kept his word, each roll of his hand against her clit, each slide of his fingers inside her had her gushing and squirming, her legs shaking as she panted.

  As Cara came down from the high of the orgasm Grant pushed a hand through his hair and laughed, “Jesus, I love this place. I’m getting another drink.”

  Saif’s fingers slid from her and he held them in front of her mouth, she turned to look at him but his other hand wound in her curls and held her head still. “I want to watch you taste yourself.”

  Cara blushed, her knees easing back together as she could smell her arousal. His fingers brushed her lips and she felt her brows pull together in indecision. “Umm –“

  “Do it, Cara.”

  She found herself opening her mouth and his fingers slipped between her lips. She tasted the tang of herself, the evidence of the pleasure he had given her. His groan against her ear was its own reward, and she squirmed back against his erection. Didn’t he want her as well? Her tongue traced against his fingers, and she gently sucked them into her mouth. When he pulled his fingers away he kissed her, his tongue dipping into her mouth and she moaned with the realization that he was tasting her as well. When he stopped the kiss, she whispered in a moment of uncharacteristic bravery, “Don’t you want me?”

  Saif grinned at her. “I absolutely want you, Cara. I want to fuck you, I want to taste you, I want you completely naked, but not here.” He lifted his hips and the movement pressed his erection more fully against her back, then he dropped to the couch again. He held a business card in front of her, white on one side, black on the other, and she took it. The paper was thick, the font dark and serifed. On the white side it read ‘Aphrodisia, Limited’ across the center, and the back held a single phone number with a local area code in stark white font. “You have a choice to make, Cara. When you leave tonight, you can call that number and leave a message saying you met me. Leave your name, your cell phone number, and your address. If you do that, we will see each other again, at a very different kind of party, and you won’t be wearing something that makes you look this cheap – because you are not cheap.”

  Her mouth opened, but his thumb brushed across her lips to hush her. His eyes were devouring her, and she realized the dress wasn’t really covering her at all anymore.

  “Or, you can leave, not call, and never do anything like this ever again. But I have people who would worship you - your skin, your dark hair, your wide blue eyes, your pouty lips, your sweet pussy.” Saif smiled at her, “And they value what’s between your ears as much as what’s between your legs, because you have to be smart with how you deal with them, how you respond to them. No silly, foolish girls allowed.”

  “I – “ She started, and he cut her off again. He shifted her off his lap, letting her rest back against the couch, his dark eyes blatantly moving over her mouth, her breasts, and down to the pool of fabric at her thighs.

  “Think it over. Have another drink before the party ends. Decide what you want, Cara. It’s your life.” Saif leaned down and kissed her hard, her moan pouring into his mouth, and then he left her there. Breathless, and dizzy, and half-dressed, and with more questions than she had answers to.

  Cara put herself back together and then had not one, but two drinks before she finally left the party with Meredith. When she found her the girl’s hair was as mussed as Cara imagined her own was. Cara was tipsy and removed her heels after they collected their purses and walked out the front door into the chill of the early morning hours. A long line of glistening black cars were waiting, and guests and girls were dropping into them. Doors would shut, the car would drive away, and the line would move forward. Meredith got into one of the town cars and Cara slid in beside her.

  “Holy shit, what a night!” Meredith laughed and collapsed back against the seat before turning and grinning at Cara, then she froze. “Oh my God, Cara, did you actually do something?!”

  “Um –“ Cara fumbled with her words as the car pulled out into the empty street.

  “Look at you! Lipstick gone, hair a mess, cheeks all flushed, did you?! Tell me! Oh my God, you have to tell me!” Meredith’s voice was high pitched and energetic, and impossible to ignore.

  “Yes? I did do stuff - wait, didn’t you? Did you do things?” Cara suddenly felt self-conscious, but Meredith just laughed, stretching against the seat.

  “Yes.” Meredith glanced at her and huffed, “Don’t look at me like that. Remember, you didn’t have to do anything.” She smiled again, “But maybe now you’ll get another invitation.”

  It was true. Meredith was right. Cara hadn’t had to do anything. Saif had given her several opportunities to turn him down, to tell him to stop, even Grant had asked. A cold wash of reality hit her. Now that they were out of the club, in the quiet of the car, with the street lights passing by - it all made what she’d done in the club seem foolish, a terrible decision. A really hot, intense, incredibly sexually gratifying – but still very bad – decision. Who did she think she was? Her panic only grew as the car moved through the streets.

  She groaned and Meredith raised an eyebrow at her, “Don’t freak out. Seriously. Please?”

  “I’ve never – oh my God – what did I do?” Cara whined and buried her face in her hands, leaning forward to fold over her knees. What if someone there knew her? Or saw her while she was out? What if they said something?

  “Shit. It’s okay! Shh, shh!” Meredith rubbed her back and mumbled a curse as they finally pulled up in front of their apartment. Cara was doing her best not to hyperventilate as the driver leaned back and handed Meredith two thick envelopes. “Come on, Cara, let’s go upstairs. Come on.”

  They did, and Meredith was finally able to calm her down, explaining that there was nothing wrong with enjoying yourself. Cara had enjoyed herself right? Right? Her body responded with a resounding ‘yes!’, while her brain was so fuzzy and confused it basically ignored the question.

  Meredith helped her out of the dress, made her wash her face and then put her into bed. She left the thick envelope on Cara’s desk and then stumbled out of her room. Meredith wasn’t exactly sober herself. For a while Cara couldn’t let go of her nerves, or the panic that someone might recognize her. No research lab would ever hire her if this got out.

  But she had enjoyed herself.

  She had come so hard, but it had been wrong. Right? People weren’t supposed to just have sex, with strangers, in public. That wasn’t normal, was it? It wasn’t right, but it had been amazing. Her mind wouldn’t stop arguing with itself, or with her body, or the heat that was coiling between her thighs at just the memory of Saif’s voice, hands,
lips. She thought she might never sleep again, her head spinning with worst case scenarios, and best case scenarios – but then sleep took her without warning.

  In her dream Saif was standing over her and she was kneeling, his hand stroked her hair, tilted her chin up. His dark eyes burned into her, and even in the dream she was squirming at the idea that he might touch her again. He didn’t speak, he just leaned down and kissed her. It sparked a fire inside her, made heat flood her, pooling between her legs. His hand twisted in her hair and snapped her head back. A whimper rose up from her and he smiled.

  Then she woke up.

  Her panties were soaked, she was sawing her thighs together, and her heart was racing. Sunlight poured through her windows, and she was nursing only a mild hangover.

  “You are such an idiot.” Cara groaned and covered her head with her pillow, arching her back as she tried to ignore the wetness between her thighs, the memory of Saif’s touch. “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.”

  She dragged herself out of bed and jumped in the shower to wash the night off of her. Damp hair tugged into a ponytail, she ignored her reflection because she was worried she’d somehow look different after everything. Then she was back in her regular tank top, sweat pants, and was comfortably curled up in front of her desk while she worked on a paper due next week.