Page 4 of One Night Seduction

Fuck, why is that such a turn on?

His hand grips me perfectly, not restricting too much airflow at first as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. I’m a fucking hoe for some good breath play. The problem is, no one ever seems to do it right. Instead of teasing, testing the limits of your capacity, forcing you to float in that space between conscious and not, they usually end up crushing your trachea. Definitely not sexy.

My gorgeous masked man needs no instructions, no time for adjustment. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Being cradled by this man, held down while he fucks me hard, is literal perfection. All I can do in response isfeel.

I feel my pussy begin spasming, and though I’m desperate to hold off this orgasm, to make this feeling and moment last as long as possible, it’s pointless. His hand squeezes tighter, forcing my intake of oxygen to almost stop altogether. A heavy feeling begins pounding in my head, desperate for air. As soon as my vision begins to spot and my legs tremble, he releases me, allowing a wave of oxygen to slam into me at the same moment my orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave.

A scream that hardly sounds human tears through me as I moan and squirm against him over and over again until his cock begins to swell, and he follows me right over the edge. His body covers mine, a feral groan escaping his lips as he wrings out every ounce of his orgasm, thrusting into me slower and slower before stopping. He blows out a labored breath after a moment, pressing a delicate kiss to my collarbone before rolling off me and onto his back.

We both lay there for several moments, quietlyfloating around in a blissful hazy state before he stands up, disposes of the condom, and slips on his pants. I expect him to walk out the door, mission complete style, but he surprises me by coming to my side of the bed, carefully parting my legs before removing the butt plug and setting it aside. I gasp as he pulls it out, suddenly feeling incredibly empty.

He leans down, cupping my jaw before bringing me in for a searing kiss so intense it makes the entire room spin.

When he pulls away, he lets his lips ghost over my own as he holds his hand out for me.

“Are you ready for more?”

My eyes nearly burst out of my head at that. More?! He’s kidding, right? I don’t think I could even walk right now, let alone go for another round. But there is something about that look in his eyes that has a newfound energy filling me, so I take his hand.

He gives me a pleased smirk like I did the right thing, and I can’t help but react to it, for some reason wanting more than anything to please him.

“Would you like to stay in here? Or use another room?” he asks.

“What kind of room?” I ask.

His head cocks to the side curiously as his fingers continue stroking my skin almost mindlessly.

“Is this your first time here?”

My teeth sink into my lower lip as I nod shyly. He dips his dead in response as his hand begins roaming over my naked skin.

“Do you have any hard limits? Things you’ve tried and aren’t interested in?”

My brain stalls at his question. I don’t know. I can’t pretend to be an expert in the world of kink. Outside of a little choking, butt play, or some toys, I can’t say I’ve done much of anything.But the prospect of dipping my toes into the kink world instead of skirting around the edge has a thrill running through me.

“No,” I say softly. “Not that I know of.”

His tongue runs over his lip, considering my answer before holding out his hand for me. I take it, standing up as he pulls down my dress until I’m fully covered. We move to the door when he stops, bending down and picking up my panties. I hold out my hand for them, but all he does is cock an eyebrow, slipping them into his pocket like they are his property now. Fuck, why is that so goddamn hot?

He continues leading me toward the door without another word, and like a moth to a flame, I follow.

Chapter Three

Logan

My hand engulfs her petite one as I lead her through the darkened hallways of the club. I’m by no means one of the club’s most frequent members, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t visit often, especially over the last year or so.

I’ve met plenty of women within these walls, all who have been beautiful and more than pleasurable, but nothing more.

Nothing like her.

As soon as she stepped into the club, I felt this pull to her. My eyes were swinging to her before her friends could even abandon her side. I wanted to approach her immediately, but she looked easily spooked, definitely out of her comfort zone, despite the aloof exterior she was trying to portray. So, I kept my eye on her, watching as she glided through the room, all eyes gravitating towards her while she remained blissfully unaware of the effect she has on others by simply existing.

I didn’t anticipate her to accept my invitation so willingly, nor did I expect her to open up for me so easily. It was as if my touch allowed her to shed all of her insecurities and hesitations and let her simply live in the moment. The power that gave mewas indescribable, and after one taste of her, I knew this night couldn’t be over in that room. I needed more of her, all of her, and like the perfect woman she is, she seems to want that too.

She said that she has no limits, at least none that she knows of. Something in those words made the beast inside me beat his chest, salivating at the chance to rise to that challenge. I want to see her bend, to see how far I can push until she breaks, revealing the true person behind it all.

I could have taken her to a million rooms, thrown her into the lion’s den, and made her question her sanity in giving a random Dom this much control of her. But I’m less interested in seeing what I canmakeher do and more so in seeing what I can get her towantto do.

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