Page 86 of Dark Bonds

“Fuck, I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know!”

“You didn’t know because you didn’t ask. I’m not the one you need to apologize to.”

“I’m really sorry,” he said, staring at me, wide-eyed. “It won’t happen again.”

I nodded and the man went scurrying off like a scared little mouse.

“He seems to have lost his swagger,” I laughed. “I was looking for you.”

“Oh, why’s that?”

“I need to have some fun! You should have seen Raven all trussed up. She looked fucking amazing.”

“I’m glad I didn’t see her. Seb and Chase would have killed me,” he chuckled. “Let’s dance.”

I pouted as he dragged me to the dancefloor. This wasn’t quite what I had in mind when I said I was looking to have fun. He pulled me close, grabbed the nape of my neck, and pulled me in for a kiss. A scorching hot fucking kiss.

If I’d worn panties tonight, that kiss would have melted them clean off.

I was so turned on, I wanted to throw him down right then and there and fuck him senseless. I was startled when he grabbed one of my legs and wrapped it around his waist.

“You need to trust me, baby girl. Did you really think we were just going to dance?”

At some point, he must have unzipped his pants, because he reached between our bodies, grabbed his cock, and dragged it up and down through my folds. My head fell back in pleasure when he thrust into my wet channel and fucked me right there on the dancefloor. I kept my arms wrapped around his shoulders and held on for dear life. He was fucking me with such vigor that it was all I could do not to fall over. He clutched my ass and pounded me ever harder until he came with a strangled growl, head buried in my neck. His cum filled me and he reached between us again and circled my clit until I was crying out my release.

“Any questions?” he asked, staring over my shoulder.

I turned to see the man who had grabbed me staring wide-eyed as I stood there with cum running down my legs. I stifled a laugh and turned back to Jason, shooting him a naughty smirk.

“No, no questions.”

We watched as he scurried away again… right out of the club.

“Come on, baby girl. Let’s go play. Public or private?”

“Well, you’ve already marked me. Why not let more people see your cum running down my legs,” I laughed.

We headed upstairs to see what was available for play. When we got up there, I started regretting wanting to play tonight. There was only one station available.

“Why don’t you hop up on the table and I’ll be right back?”

“Yes, Sir,” I sighed.

He’d gone down for a dildo. He needed it to attach to the fuck machine built into this particular table. We’d talked a couple of times about trying it out, but it was always occupied when we would check. Jason had just fucked me minutes ago. I’d come hard all over his dick. I was fucking sensitive and he was going to put me on a fuck machine. My eyes bulged nearly out of my head when he came over with one of his larger dildos in hand. He quickly set it up, lowering the table to about mid-thigh level on him, and grinned at me.

“You said you wanted to play,” he said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“Oh my God! You planned this!”

“I did, indeed. I just needed to stall you a bit until it was available.”

“So, you fucked me on the dancefloor. Nicely played, Sir. Where would you like me?”

“I think I would like you doggy style. That way, everyone can see that you’re mine.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I got on my hands and knees on the table and he adjusted the machine, moving me into the right position. I groaned as the dildo entered me the first time. It stretched me wide but our mixed arousals were enough to help it in. He started the machine off at a slow pace, but the angle I was at allowed it to go so deep. Jason increased the speed and moved to the front of the table. He looked at me expectantly and I opened my mouth to welcome his cock.