Page 60 of Caught By Menace

“No, Menace! You can’t—oh fuck!”

This was one time he didn’t mind her exclamation. He sucked her clit right between his lips. Her hands flew to his head but she didn’t try to force him away from her sex. Her capitulation only confirmed what he already knew. She couldn’t resist him any more than he could resist her.

Intoxicated by his need for her, Menace lashed her pussy with his tongue. He coaxed her clit out from its hood and fluttered his tongue over the swelling bud. She moaned his name and scratched her nails over his scalp. The fiery sensation she evoked made his toes buzz. Loving her taste, he lapped at her pussy until she hovered right on the edge.

When he pulled his mouth from between her legs, she groaned in protest. He made quick work of freeing his cock and grasping the backs of her thighs. She placed her hands on a wide, strong bar that ran around the room and lifted her ass so he could jerk her panties down her legs. Balancing with one hand, she reached down and grabbed his dick. She pressed himinto her wet entrance. He thrust forward and impaled her on his cock.

Gripping his shoulders now, she let him bear her weight and fuck her as if he were a wild man. Cheek-to-cheek, they panted and moaned. She clawed at his back and whispered his name again and again. In their month together, he’d grown so attuned to her body and her needs. A shift in the angle of his penetration and sinking his teeth into her neck sent her over the edge with a screech of pleasure. He surrendered to the sheer delight of her pussy gripping and squeezing his cock. Balls-deep, he shuddered and shot his seed.

She lovingly stroked the back of his head while they both tried to recover from the intensity of their quickie. Smiling, he licked the spot he’d marked with his teeth and kissed it gently. Now seemed like a good time to tell her about his plans for their evening. Sated and sleepy with afterglow, she was less likely to whack him upside the head.

“We’re going out tonight.”

“Dinner, right?”

“Not exactly,” he said carefully and pulled back enough to meet her questioning gaze. “I’m taking you to the officers’ club.”

“You’rewhat?”

“I’m taking you to the officers’ club. We’re going to have some fun.” Before she could argue, he put his finger to her mouth. “This isn’t up for discussion. We’re going. You will have a good time.”

“Will I?” The tone of her voice warned him there would be repercussions for his unilateral decision to take her to the BDSM club.

“You don’t scare me, sweetheart.” He kissed her hard and deep and then let her slide to the floor.

Naya righted her clothing. “Brave words from a man who is bringing my sidearm back into our quarters.”

He wanted to believe she was joking, but she was just feisty enough to be serious. “It’s unloaded.”

She brushed by him and opened the door. Tapping his chest, she smiled mischievously. “As if I’d let a little thing like that stop me.”

Her breasts rubbed against his chest as she disappeared out of the closet. He stepped out after her and snatched her arm, hauling her tightly to his chest. He pushed loose waves of hair behind her ear and peered into her dark eyes. “Give this a chance, Naya.”

She exhaled roughly. “You could have asked me first.”

“I could have,” he agreed, “but I wanted to surprise you.”

“Yeah, well, mission accomplished.”

“Don’t be like that,” he whispered and kissed her tenderly. “I arranged something especially for you.”

Interest sparked in her eyes. “Oh?”

He let his hands travel the curve of her back to settle on her backside. He gave her bottom a little swat and she rose up on her toes. “Remember that film we watched last week?”

Her shallow breaths and the faint blush of embarrassment told him she did. “Um…yes.”

The moment her riveted attention had snapped to the screen that evening in their quarters, he had recognized that he had finally uncovered her deepest, darkest fantasy. He still wasn’t sure if she wanted to live that fantasy out in the flesh, so to speak.

Tonight he planned to get that answer.

Chapter Thirteen

Naya nervously adjustedthe cups of the black leather bra. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror and wondered how in the hell she was ever going to work up the courage to walk out that bathroom door. It was one thing to prance around halfnaked in their home, but quite another to go to a club dressed like this.

The leather bra pushed her breasts up and together, creating an obscene amount of cleavage. The tiny scrap of fabric that was supposed to be panties barely covered her privates and completely exposed her ass. Black stockings with a wide lace band hugged her legs. Bright-red pumps tilted her forward and made her legs look longer and leaner.

Menace had given her the new outfit with such excitement but she wasn’t exactly thrilled by the idea of letting other men see her like this. She enjoyed looking sexy for him, but having strange guys ogling her? Not at the top of her list of ways she wanted to spend a Friday night.

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