Part 15 (2/2)
”Then you will put on a show for them, so they know how lucky I am to have the best d.a.m.ned c.o.c.ksucker around.”
Her thighs trembled. She loved when he spoke dirty to her - it was as if he knew how hot she found his raw gritty praise. She lowered herself to the gravel, thankful for the jeans protecting her knees. ”Yes, Sir.” She reached out to ease the zipper down with her fingers, when he slapped her hand away. ”You know better. Open my leathers with your teeth - and no biting.”
”Yes, Sir.” She rubbed her face over his bulge then lifted up a bit to catch the tab in her teeth. She was just pulling it down when another car pulled into the parking lot - its light illuminating Deacon's strong form with Bethany kneeling at his feet. She moved back to see who it was, when Deacon threaded his fingers through her hair and jerked her head back to him. ”I didn't tell you to stop.”
”But...” She gave him a pleading look - honestly not caring one way or the other about their audience. All she wanted was to stroke the fires inside Deacon higher. And she knew her husband. The idea of getting rough with her of enforcing his will tripped his trigger. ”...the car, Sir.”
”I said suck, d.a.m.nit!” He s.h.i.+fted and the thick rounded cap of his erection escaped the small opening she'd already made. Its tip was wet with his pre-c.u.m. ”Now or there will be no Sybian machine for you tonight.”
She whimpered. He'd be s.a.d.i.s.tic enough to take away her favorite toy - especially knowing that she'd been fantasizing about taking another wild ride on the f.u.c.k machine - this time with an attachment even larger than Deacon's c.o.c.k, now that she wasn't pregnant. ”Yes, Sir.” She wrapped her lips around the thick head and lashed the spongy helmet, suckling off the droplets.
He groaned softly, his hand cupping the back of her head as the crunch of gravel sounded behind them.
”d.a.m.n, couldn't wait to get into the club, Bossman?”
”No, more like she couldn't wait to get into trouble.” His fingers tightened in her hair as he addressed Tim, their bartender. ”Suck - quit f.u.c.king teasing.”
She moaned at the slight sting, but slid her lips further down the thick shaft as he started thrusting against her mouth and tongue - all the while continuing his conversation with the other master. p.u.s.s.y juice flooded the delicate lace between her thighs and she ached to rub her c.l.i.t as pleased her Sir. Her fingers inched away from where they rested on her left thigh. If she was good and sneaky, she would be able to slip them between her legs and ma.s.sage the seam of her jeans and her master would be none the wiser. She tongued his slit on the next upward lift of her head, before plunging back down on him. Deacon's voice grew hoa.r.s.e as he continued to talk to Tim about one of the returning members.
Thinking him distracted, she honed in on her c.l.i.t, got one firm press against it before he pulled free from her mouth and hauled her to her feet. His expression was closed off, but she could see the antic.i.p.ation glistening in his eyes. ”You just couldn't resist, could you?” He shoved his hand between her thighs, giving her mound a hard squeeze. ”Who's p.u.s.s.y is this, sub?”
She hissed, the pressure both painful and pleasureful. ”Yours, Sir.”
He nodded. ”Then why the h.e.l.l were you touching it - trying to get off without my permission?”
”I'm sorry, Sir.” She whispered, not really apologetic, but determined to play the game.
Deacon glanced over at Tim. ”Somehow I don't think she's really sorry. Do you?”
Tim shook his head. ”Nope, not in the least. I say we take her inside and show her how we punish bad little subs.”
”Sounds good.” He glanced down at Bethany, his expression softening. ”You up to a little threesome, sweetheart?”
Bethany's heart melted at his question - his words a.s.suring her that he'd never do anything without her permission. ”Of course, Sir.” She nuzzled his palm. ”After all this sub has been such a naughty girl. She deserves to be punished by her master and whoever else he deems fit.”
Deacon groaned, his body tight with need. ”d.a.m.n, I love you, Bethany.”
Tim nudged him. ”Enough talk. I want to see how long she can ride the chair without begging us to let her come.”
This time it was Bethany groaned. She'd heard all about the newest piece of equipment the club boasted. With the st.u.r.dy frame of a wing back chair that had been modified to fit the innards of a Sybian machine, it had submissives screaming in pleasure when their dominants hooked their legs over the thick arms. That and the fact that pistoning gla.s.s d.i.l.d.o didn't care how many times it made the poor p.u.s.s.y on the other end of its gleaming surface come. ”I'll be good - I promise. Don't use the chair!” She babbled, protesting as Deacon hoisted her over his shoulder. Then ruined it all by smiling in antic.i.p.ation. d.a.m.n she couldn't wait.
The End.
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Dakota is a simple Midwest girl, who has found her pa.s.sion in storytelling at a young age. Her father always said she made up the craziest stories. Most remained unwritten though as writing wasn't Dakota's strong suit. That all changed in junior high when she took her first typing cla.s.s. Problem solved for the dyslexic Dakota. There was no stopping her after that. She wrote her first novel her freshman year about a girl who could speak to animals on an old electric IBM typewriter her dad found at a garage sale. Now writing in several different genres, she is a published author with multiple books under her belt. When she isn't writing, she's the crazy mom of three wild Indians who are posing as her children.
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Blurb:.
Best friends since early childhood, Lily and Kyle do everything together but have s.e.x...
From the school room to their morning radio show at KKRC, Kyle Austin has always had Lily's back, which is why her refusal to see him as anything other than a friend irks him. After overhearing a conversation revealing her true dominant nature, he sees an opportunity to have what he's always wanted: Lily. With Christmas around the corner, he's not above shedding his nice guy image to show her how just naughty he can be.
Desperate to exorcise her l.u.s.t before their annual New Year get together, Lily heads to her club...
Lily Banner thinks she holds a dark secret from Kyle, which is why his presence at the Velvet Fist is such a surprise. She's wanted him forever, but to have him meant corrupting her best friend in ways he'd never imagined or so she thought. Because late at night, when the need gets to her, she dons her leather and becomes Mistress Banner a domme who will demand more than just s.e.x from him. But now that he's in her world...will she get what she never thought she could have for Christmas?.
Excerpt:.
Moving through the main room, she was vastly aware of Kyle at her back, his tread familiar but exciting. The idea of him following her into a playroom or wherever else she wanted to go was beyond tempting. They had made it halfway through the main room when he suddenly stopped. Behind her, she shouldn't have been able to tell he wasn't at her heels, but she'd always had a sixth sense when it came to him. She knew him. If something caught his attention - say like the very public flogging going on not thirty feet away, he'd stop to watch, to process what he was seeing.
Ready to scold him, she turned around, only to find herself wrapped in his arms, his mouth covering hers, his tongue probing for an entrance she wasn't about to give him. She stiffened as the room grew silent. Dread mingled with the l.u.s.t his kiss fueled. Each flick of his tongue against the seam of her lips tempted her, but weight of the stares coming from those around her kept her from giving in. Kyle had done the unthinkable. And the fool didn't even realize it. He'd neatly backed her into a corner. Around her she heard several gasps and even a murmur from a couple of Doms. They all knew her her rules, her hard limits, and Kyle had just crossed them. She was going to have to do what she'd sworn she wouldn't.
She lifted her hand and twisted his nipple, swallowing his gasp of pain, before ripping her mouth away. ”You shouldn't have done that, slave.” She kept her words cold. ”No sub kisses me....ever.”
Instead of looking worried, Kyle smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. ”So I've heard.”
”And yet you still did it? Knowing it was something I won't tolerate? That any other sub would find himself on the wrong end of my crop for such an act?”
He nodded, looking pleased. ”But then again I'm not just any sub to grovel at your feet, begging your favor.”
”You're not?” She glared at him, not liking the direction this was going.
”No. I'm a naughty boy looking for a strong Domme to show me my place.” He reached out and traced his finger over her cheek. ”If she can. It still remains to be seen if it'll be you.”
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