Page 48 of Audacity

In the end, it’s this sweetness, this vulnerability, that hits the spot. A beautiful man taking the time to map out the lush kingdom of a woman’s desires is the dream, and Gabriel is offering to chart the heady highs of my dreams and the verdant valleys of my desires and, possibly, even the caves where my kinkiest fantasies lie—caves that may from the outside look dank and moss-laden and forbidding but are, when an intrepid explorer shines a light on them, beautiful inside.

Incandescent, even.

Because when my desires are illuminated, they cease to be dark caves and instead become softly radiant rose quartz formations, and milky selenite columns, and blood-like garnet, and swirling emerald malachite, and even amethyst geodes, their violet reflections as richly pigmented as light filtered through stained glass.

I look along my body at my intrepid explorer, at the plumpness of his lower lip and the quiet intensity in his eyes, atthe manly heft of his shoulders between my legs, and then I let my head flop back down onto the pillow he’s thoughtfully stuffed behind me.

‘There are so many.’

‘Give me one that plays on a loop in your head.’

I sigh. ‘Once on my birthday, my boss at the time wanted to do something special for me.’ It was my first boss, a kinky fucker who worked mehard.

‘Go on.’

‘He stripped me naked and blindfolded me and put a big red bow around my neck and tied me to a high stool—a bit like the one you used in that hotel suite—and he invited some of his mates and business associates into his office at lunchtime.’ I pause, remembering how confronting and fucked up and indescribably arousing it was. ‘Um, he had a table next to me covered in loads of sex toys and a sandwich board, like the ones you see in hotel lobbies telling you where your conference is. It said in big lettersIT’S MY BIRTHDAY. MAKE ME COME.’

Silence. Gabriel shifts on the bed, his finger flexing inside me. ‘Jesus Christ, love. And they did?’

I give a little laugh. ‘They certainly did.’

The memory of that day crashes over me, a wave of disbelief and wonder at the things my boss let them do to me—the thingsIlet them do to me. It has my desperate arousal ratcheting up impossibly further. I feel as though every inch of my skin is on fire. I ache everywhere. I want Gabriel to make me come, but if he could find ten friends to help him then that would be excellent.

‘And you were okay with that? Weren’t you scared? Did they treat you well?’ There’s concern in his voice, but the gruffness I hear tells me this is turning him on far more than he’d like it to.

‘I was terrified at the start,’ I admit. ‘I was worried it would be really overwhelming. And it was, obviously. But I was also soaroused—I was whipped up into this whirlwind of anticipation, and it was just so incredible. I really trusted my boss, and he was engineering the whole situation, and they all knew my safeword, so… yeah. That’s one of my dirty little secrets. Best birthday ever.’

It really was. The fact of being naked and spread open for these powerful men to play with in the middle of the working day, to be the only person they were focused on, to be a body with a set of holes that they were allowed to tease and fuck with all manner of silicone toys so that I came over and over and over…

Thatwas a cave of amethyst and labradorite and quartz, the subspace that followed as blankly, blissfully tranquil as the ocean bed.

Apparently, I’m not the only one affected by my sordid little story, because he extricates his finger and crawls up my body, laying his weight on me. His latex-sheathed dick jerks between us, and the way he’s pressing down on my pelvic bone is really fucking unhelpful, but it’s his face that’s the most distracting thing of all.

Those black-lashed eyes.

That plump lower lip.

I may be the whore in this room, buthelooks like sin.

‘So you loved it,’ he mutters, his gaze dancing over my face.

‘Mmm-hmm.’

‘Ever been gang-banged?’

‘Yep.’

He closes his eyes for a brief moment as if drawing strength from some inner well before fixing them on my mouth. ‘Let me guess. You loved that, too.’

‘I adored every second of it,’ I whisper.

‘Clearly, I need to up my game.’ He braces on one arm and reaches between us so he can position his dick at my entrance.The feel of that bluntness poised against me has me inhaling shakily. ‘They warned me, you know. Your previous employers. It’s in your references, how much you love dick.’

He pushes inside me desperately, without finesse, as if he won’t survive a single second more outside my body. His groan is so low, somale, and the sensation of him filling me up as I lie here, spreadeagled and helpless on this bed, has me on a precipice. I love that he’s compiling his filthy mental dossier on me. I love that each new insight may be making him bolder, braver, giving him more ideas for how to profane me.

I want him to feel like he hascarte blancheto do with me as he pleases. Because yes, I love dick. There is no denying that.

He bottoms out in me, and there’s a moment where we simply stare at each other. Restraints aside, this is pretty vanilla fucking, especially in light of the story I just told him, but nothing about the way he lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me feels vanilla. I suppose it’s because we’re both so hopelessly aroused by the image I’ve branded onto both of our brains, but having his tongue in my mouth and his dick in my pussy feels like exactly the right amount of overwhelm.

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