And he pushed himself further, it must have been right to her throat. One hand on the back of her head, he held her as he pushed in and Tara could see the woman was almost choking. Then the man released her, pulled all the way out and the woman gasped and swallowed, blinking rapidly. The tears running down her face did not take away from the look of ecstasy she wore. Heat flashed under Tara’s skin as she watched, wide-eyed.
“That’s a good little slut,” the man said and he bent and kissed the woman’s swollen mouth.
Tara melted inside, knowing her panties were wet and sticky. Joe shifted her so she stood right in front him, her back pressed to him, his arms linked around her, and they watched together.
“Gonna come in your mouth,” the man said. “Swallow it.”
He pumped into the woman again, harder, faster, and with a tight cry he came. Tara wished she could see it, see him coming. She’d never seen a man come. She’d had sexual relationships with men, but that had never been one of her experiences.
“Admit it, Tara, that turns you on.” Joe’s voice rasped in her ear.
She gave a jerky nod and Joe pressed into her from behind. Oh lord—he was hard too, his erection firm against her lower back, his thighs solid against her butt.
“You want that,” he whispered, bending his head to her. She shivered in his arms. His hand slid lower on her tummy, over the corset, lower…Her pussy clenched hard.
“No,” she said. “That’s not what I want.”
“What do you want?”
“I…I want to be the one in control.”
“Why aren’t you with those submissive boys tonight then?”
She blinked. “I didn’t…they’re not here.”
“There are others.” He nuzzled her hair.
She sucked briefly on her bottom lip. She didn’t want to admit to him last week’s scene had left her feeling let down, as though none of them had been truly satisfied.
“Remember what I told you—the best way to learn is to experience it. Come with me,” his voice cajoled, seduced, his hands caressing her stomach. “Let me show you.”
Heat raced through her, lust sliced through her. Everything inside her yearned to say yes.
The scene in front of them, the beauty of the woman’s submission, the thrill of the man’s dominance, combined with the hard strength of Joe’s arms around her made it so hard to say no to him.
“No.” The word came out like a whimper and he gave a soft laugh.
“Oh yeah, that was convincing.”
“Joe.”
He released her waist and slid his big hand around hers, giving a small tug. And she went with him.
He took her hand and led her out of the main room and down the hall, past the Red Room where she’d been last week and into the Black Room. She pulled at his grip, trying to resist, but not very hard. She tripped along after him in her stilettos.
Inside the Black Room, she eyed the equipment in the room nervously.
“Don’t worry,” he said, closing the door. “We don’t have to use any of that stuff.”
She turned wide eyes back to him.
“I wouldn’t even tie you up the first time,” he continued, moving toward her across the black carpet. “I would never expect a submissive to allow that much vulnerability with someone she barely knows.”
“I’m not a submissive.”
He stood in front of her, rested his hands on her bare shoulders and smiled. “Right.”
She opened her mouth to speak and he laid a finger over her lips, then bent his head and kissed her, a soft brushing of mouths. She jerked her head away, took in a sharp breath and he lifted a hand to cup her head and hold her there for him. He deepened the kiss, opened her mouth to him and licked inside her mouth.
Oh God. It was like his mouth took possession of hers. She trembled against him, then melted into him and kissed him back. His hands twisted in her hair, then tugged, sending a cascade of shivers over her skin. A low moan vibrated from her throat and he drank it in. He tugged harder, the sensations sharper now, tingling all the way to her pussy, and he pulled her head back to expose her throat to him. He licked his way down to the tender hollow where her pulse fluttered.
He pressed more kisses down over her collarbone and onto her breasts spilling from the top of the black bustier. A small tug on the bustier revealed her fully to him.
“So pretty,” he whispered, gazing at her nipples. His heated admiration sent a spiral of delight down through her and her nipples tingled almost unbearably. He bent his head to take one nipple in, licking over the tight bud first, then sucking it into his mouth—just the hardened tip of it. He closed his eyes, pressed her nipple between tongue and roof of his mouth and sucked.
She made a long, low noise as her body turned to liquid, and her hands fisted in his hair.
“You like that,” he whispered against her flesh. He sucked the other nipple, gave a small suckle to the soft flesh beside the nipple and kissed his way back to the other breast. He played like that for a long time and she couldn’t get up a single smidgen of resistance to drag his head away from her, the pleasure pouring over her at his suckling touch rendering her helpless.
Her legs weakened and when they threatened to give way, he picked her up and carried her to the bed in the room, a bed with a wrought iron headboard and footboard.
He laid her gently on the mattress and reached for her hands. He lifted them over her head and wrapped her fingers around one of the iron posts of the headboard.
“Hold tight,” he ordered her. She lay there, gazing up helplessly at him, feeling like her body was out of her control, soft and quivering and desperate.
He knelt beside her and with two hands hitched the hem of her skirt up. Higher. Higher.
“Christ, Tara.” He surveyed the black lace tops of the stockings attached to garters as they came into view. “That is so hot.” He stared at her for a long, heated moment, then continued to lift the skirt higher. Her breath caught as he exposed her panties, a black scrap beneath the garter belt.
“These have to come off,” he murmured and unsnapped the garters. Then he tucked two fingers into the panties and pulled them off.
God, how could she be letting him do this? But her aching, needy pussy seemed to be in control of her head and there was no way she could have moved. She should have been protesting, but her lips couldn’t form any words.
“Very pretty,” he said, studying her. The admiration in his eyes weakened her defenses even more. Her eyes drifted closed at the sensations pouring through her, the heat, the liquid heat burning inside.
Then his hands slid up over her torso to cup her breasts again. A moan leaked out of her and her breasts swelled. His fingers plucked at her nipples, tugging, twisting, adding to the spiral of sensations inside her. Her nipples were sensitive and were always the way for her to achieve arousal, but she was already aroused, so this was overload, a fierce, wicked, pleasure overload.
And then he picked up the flogger.
Her eyes widened, every muscle tightening. What was he going to do? Reason urged her to roll to the side to escape him, to get the hell away, but desire and curiosity made her stay put, to wait and see what he’d do, what she was about to experience. Because although she’d been taught how to use the flogger and she’d been using it on others, she’d never experienced what it felt like anywhere other than her own palms.
She bit her bottom lip, eyeing him fearfully but expectantly.
He swept the tails over her pussy, a soft brushing that sent tingles shooting through her. Down. Up, the tails catching on her clit, sending sparkles of ecstasy through her body. Down. Again. And again.
“Spread your legs.”
And she did.
Then he added a little wrist motion to achieve a light slap. She made a noise low in her throat, heat shimmering from her pussy over her entire body.