Page 77 of Ruthless Angel

“It’s kind of amazing,” Blaze said, his expression lit up like a kid on Christmas.

“You would think so, wouldn’t you?” I teased. “Where do we even start?”

Blaze pulled me away from the wall, into his arms. Sliding a hand down my back, he reached beneath my short skirt and palmed my bare ass cheek revealed by my thong underwear.

“How about we start by bending you over and spanking this gorgeous ass? As long as we’re here, we might as well have some fun.”

EPILOGUE

CLOVER

Classes hadn’t been back in for long, and I already had assignments to work on. That’s what I should have been doing. Instead, I was bent over a sex chair shaped like a sloped S while Blaze spanked me with a whip.

I had to admit, the soft leather whip felt good against my ass. The sting made me suck in my breath while also making me want more. Every few smacks, Blaze would gently caress my ass cheek.

It had taken me three strong drinks to get to the point where I’d let him do this in front of everyone else. We’d started with a nice, safe makeout session. Since we’d come here to blend in, I had to get over my nerves and play along. Once we got started, it wasn’t so bad.

“Sounds like you’re enjoying this, Rainbow.” Blaze leaned in to murmur close to my ear. “Let’s see how much you’re enjoying it.”

Tugging my tiny thong aside, Blaze ran a finger along my soaking wet slit. With my ass in the air and my head down on the curve of the sex chair, all I could do was take whatever he wanted to throw at me. Being in public while he touched me sent a shocking thrill through me. I hadn’t expected to like it so much.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. I want to fuck that pussy so bad. Do you want me to fuck you, Doll? Right here?” He pressed two fingers inside me, making me moan.

I risked a glance at the group of three closest to us. Sprawled on a leather couch a few feet away, two women sat atop a man, one on his face, the other on his cock. They seemed to be having quite the good time.

Although there were a few people who sat back with a drink and watched everyone else, most of the people present were engaged in their own fun. We’d been approached twice by other people who asked us to play with them. When we’d politely declined, they’d moved on. No problem.

“Yes,” I whimpered, needing more of him. “Please, fuck me. I need your cock. Now.”

“Better not get too demanding, gorgeous. I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.” Tangling a hand in my hair, Blaze jerked my head up. “Maybe a little more whipping of that ass first.”

When he smacked me again with the whip, I almost forgot that we’d come here to do a specific job. One that was next to impossible. If we didn’t find a way into the restricted area, we’d have to come back. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.

I suspected that if there was something shady going on here, the regulars didn’t know about it. The club itself was likely a cover. We’d managed to plant a mic beneath the counter of the bar, but that was all so far.

Blaze didn’t stop until my ass was raw and I begged for his cock inside me. Keeping me bent over the sex chair, he entered me from behind. I held tight to the chair as he fucked me with a wild intensity.

He clutched my hair, pulling painfully as he jerked my head back. I let out a cry that was swallowed up by the music and the symphony of moans surrounding us. The way Blaze heldmy head forced me to look straight at a woman strapped to a Saint Anthony’s cross. Her eyes met mine as the man before her slapped her pussy with a riding crop.

This was so insane. Why did I love it so much?

Blaze leaned down so his chest pressed against my back. He reached around to grasp my throat, choking off my breath. “I want you to come on my cock, Clover. Let me feel how much you love the way I fuck you.”

It didn’t take long for me to do exactly as he’d demanded. Entirely at his mercy while others looked on, I came with an intensity that made my eyes roll back in my head. Blaze released my throat, letting me suck in a breath. Jerking me off the chair, he pulled out and shoved me to my knees.

“Open your mouth and take every fucking drop.” He slapped my cheek when I didn’t obey fast enough.

Staring up at him in wonder, I opened my mouth in time for him to spray my tongue with cum. I’d barely swallowed when he pulled me to my feet and kissed me. Hard enough to bruise. That wasn’t enough for Blaze. He bit my lip, splitting it open, smearing the blood along both our mouths.

Resting his forehead against mine, chest heaving, he said, “I guess we better get to work.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Nodding, I held onto him so my legs wouldn’t give out and drop me. “Just give me a minute.”

Blaze nodded to the woman on the Saint Andrew’s cross. “Does it freak you out that I’d kind of like to see you strapped to that thing?”

I patted his chest and laughed. “Maybe another time. Let’s check out that restricted area.”

Hand in hand, we headed down the hall toward the restrooms. We passed a few people on the way. We lingered in the hall until it was empty. Then we followed it the rest of the way around the corner to a door marked as restricted.

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