Page 92 of Beautiful Trauma
“Is it like Bandia?”
His lips brushed over my cheek, causing me to shiver. “It’s a sex club.”
I gasped. “And you’ve been there?”
“I have. I spent more time in Heaven than Hell though.”
“Excuse me?”
Kellan chuckled. “It’s called Inferno for Dante’s Inferno. While there’s dancing on the first floor, the second is male and female strippers–”
“Ooh, I’d like to stop there for a lap dance,” I teased.
His breath shuddered against my cheek. “You like women, too?”
With a shake of my head, I replied, “No. I wanted a male dancer.”
Silence echoed around us. At the feel of his hand on my thigh, I jumped. It slid up under my dress, pulling the hem up.
As cool air swirled around my center, I couldn’t help wondering about the driver. Was he watching what Kellan was doing to me? Although I wanted to say something to him, there was also something erotic about being watched.
When Kellan’s hand slipped further up my leg, I widened them for him. Just as I expected him to rub my clit, he smacked my pussy.
Hard.
“There will be no male lap dances, Mila,” he commanded in an impossibly deep voice that shot straight to my core.
My chest rose and fell with harsh pants. “Why not?” I challenged.
The question earned me another smack. Arousal coated my thong, and I whimpered. “Because my cock is the only one that you’ll be rubbing against.”
“You sound like a caveman.”
“I don’t share,” he growled.
Since I liked playing with fire, I asked, “What if I wanted you and another man?”
His response was to shove my thong aside and ease two of three his thick fingers inside me. I moaned and bucked my hips. “As long as I have a breath within me, there’s no other man for you.”
As he pumped his fingers wildly, both mortification and desire rocketed through me at the squelching sounds from my pussy around his fingers. “Say it. There is no man but you.”
With each thrust of his fingers, his thumb rubbed against my clit, sending me into sensory overload. “Say it!”
“There’s…no…one,” I mewled.
“You will never let another man inside this pussy but me.”
“No one…I promise.”
Thrusting my hips up, my head fell back as the orgasm charged through me. “Oh, Kellan!” I cried.
Although I couldn’t see him, I heard the unmistakable sound of him licking me off his fingers.
The wet pop.
The slurp.
The groan of pleasure from him.
