Page 28 of Forbidden Mistress

Chapter 10

Anticipation

When Andrew picks me up, I’m practically vibrating with excitement and squirming in my seat the entire drive to the club. I’m already anticipating what’s going to happen between Hart and Willow. And I’m not going to lie, I’m half-wishing Hart decides to invite me into the mix. Just watching is its own kind of torture, and I wonder if that’s intentional on his part. Why does he stare at me while he’s toying with her? Is it a control thing? It just feels so fucking unfair. But I’m not being paid to think about what’s fair, am I?

When I get to the club, I turn in my phone and head directly up to the private room. As I walk up the stairs to the members-only area, my heart thunders against my ribs. I can’t even hear the club music thumping in the background. All I hear is the pounding of my own heart and the quick tempo of my breathing. I don’t know why I’m so anxious today. Maybe it’s because my emotions are getting all tangled up. Watching Hart perform is getting more and more intense, and each day, it’s harder for me to just sit back and observe.

Tonight, as I walk into the dimly lit room, I’m shocked to see that Willow is already tied up on the bed. Well, someone got to work early. I’m a little annoyed by that actually, and I have no idea why. I guess the thought of them alone, doing something without me, makes me feel like the odd woman out. The third wheel. Which is silly. They’ve had this thing going on for a year now and for me it’s been about a week.

Willow is completely nude with just her bunny mask on, her legs spread wide, knees bent, feet flat on the mattress. She’s tied wrist-to-ankle on both sides, which keeps her in that position. There’s no ball gag in her mouth this time, so she’s just staring up at the ceiling, completely still. She doesn’t even acknowledge me coming into the room, but to be fair, Hart probably instructed her to remain perfectly still. There’s an antique-looking wash basin—with a bowl and pitcher—positioned right next to the bed.

I glance around the room, but Hart isn’t in here. It’s just me and Willow. And my chair is in a different spot this time. Instead of being at the foot of the bed, looking at all of the action straight on, the chair is positioned on the side, so I’m looking at the bed lengthwise.

I lower myself into the chair and take a deep breath that doesn’t help at all. Lord. It’s like opening Pandora’s box of sex. What’s going to come flying out today?

When Hart comes strolling out of the attached bathroom, the breath catches in my throat. He’s completely naked, except for his mask, which is slightly different this time. It’s the same stag mask, but it stops just below his nose, exposing his mouth and chiseled jawline.

My God, he’s fucking gorgeous—somehow even more striking than this afternoon and it’s not just because he’s naked instead of in his buttoned-up suit. There’s something…feral and savage about him. My gaze travels hungrily down his muscled abs, to the patch of dark hair between his strong thighs. He’s semi-erect and his cock is huge, hanging heavily as he walks toward the bed. His gaze catches mine, and I swear to God, his cock swells to twice its size in seconds. The length and girth are…impressive to say the least.

My mouth waters and my throat is tight.

Oh. My. God.

I’ve seen his cock once before, but he was still wearing his pants then, and I wasn’t able to appreciate the true size of him. Now, he’s on full display, and he owns the room, strutting forward with complete confidence.

All sensation gathers around my throbbing center. I’m immediately wet, an instantaneous bodily response in reaction to his.

I shift in my seat and try to sit more upright, which puts a little pressure on my clit. I tried it last time, and it worked to a degree, but I have a sinking feeling that’s not going to be enough this time.

To say nothing of the fact that my squirming seemed to anger him last time.

Fuck.

With his eyes still fixed on me, he approaches the foot of the bed. He reaches forward and pulls Willow down until her feet and ass are at the edge of the bed. Then he kneels, grips her thighs with both hands and touches his tongue to her center.

Jesus.

She moans loudly as he strokes her slit with his masterful tongue, dipping it inside briefly, before pulling back out and swirling it around her clit. Once she’s well primed, he tugs her a fraction closer and buries his tongue inside her. From my vantage point, I can see it all clearly, and it unleashes a violent torrent of desire rushing through my veins.

Tugging the neckline to my dress down, I pinch the nipple of my exposed breast. I hardly even know I’m doing it. All I can see is Hart, gripping Willow’s thighs, his muscles moving and flexing. I imagine his tongue stroking me instead, and I feel myself arching against the back of the chair, my toes curling.

All at once, Willow’s muscles seize, and she cries out as a climax takes hold. Her hips lift off the mattress, and he continues his assault, drawing every last drop of pleasure from her body. After several long seconds, Willow relaxes, and Hart pulls away.

He walks over to the wash basin, pours some water from the pitcher, and washes his face with soap and a washcloth, then dabs it dry. He uncaps a bottle of water and downs half of it.

Meanwhile, Willow is breathless, watching Hart intently.

He picks up something from the edge of the basin table and rips it open. I can’t see what it is, initially, but it immediately becomes clear when he places it on the tip of his cock, then rolls the latex down over his shaft. When he’s done, he approaches Willow again, his sheathed cock jutting out, poised to penetrate her.

Reaching out, he grips her thighs again and pulls her forward, so the tip of his cock is nestled at her entrance. I let out a little squeak of anticipation, and his head whips to the side, his gaze colliding with mine. He pins me with that intense stare as he rocks his hips forward and slides his cock into Willow. She moans and thrashes her head from side to side, but he doesn’t take any notice of her. Because his sole focus is completely on me.

I watch his fingertips dig into her thighs as he rocks forward powerfully, then back again, his hips pistoning. Each stroke is so violent it rocks Willow’s entire body, jolting her powerfully, his thighs slapping against hers.

And all the while, his stare pins me down. I can’t breathe. I’m starting to sweat a little under my silky dress and…

My God.

I can’t stand this anymore. I crave the feel of this man inside me. I need him to fuck me hard to climax.

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