Page 44 of Whips and Chains
I was always the woman he saw. Even in a club full of beautiful women, all ready and raring to have sex with him, it was me he looked at.
I went to straddle him, but he grabbed my thighs. “Turn around so they can see you too.”
I had no idea what I was doing, but I followed his instructions. I faced the cameras, not looking at them directly, but hot enough now I would have done anything this man asked of me.
With me facing away from him, he adjusted me to stand with my legs either side of his and then guided me down onto his cock.
I sank onto him, and we both groaned at the angle and deep penetration of the position.
I used my legs to lift myself up his shaft, before lowering back down, and he swore from behind me.
“Jesus fuck, that feels good.”
It did for me too. I was still tender from the sex we’d had the night before, but I was so wet it didn’t even register that I might have wanted to take a little more time in between. All I could think about was having him inside me, taking him deep, making him feel as good as I felt when his eyes and hands and lips were on me.
He wrapped his arms around me from behind, one cupping a handful of my breast, the other finding his favorite spot, fingers splayed out around my throat.
He didn’t squeeze. The cameras kept him in check, but having his hand there, so damn possessive and needy, had me desperate for more.
We experimented with the angle, both of us moving slowly, until he was lying back on the bench and I was leaning forward, supporting my weight on his thighs while I rode him. I found myself missing the light pressure of his hand on my throat, but then they were trailing down my spine and over the globes of my ass.
He stroked his finger in between, rubbing it over my tight rear opening.
The moan I let out was completely indecent, but there was no stopping it.
“If you keep making noises like that when I touch your ass, Violet, I swear to God I’m not going to be able to stop myself from fucking you there right now, right here.”
I bit down on my lip, knowing I wasn’t ready to take his cock there.
But the idea didn’t scare me.
Because I already knew he would never do anything to hurt me. He’d proven that time and time again, even if he didn’t believe it himself.
Just like he had the night before, when he’d fucked me doggy style, he played with my ass while I rode him. I reached between my legs to battle with my clit, an aching need there that couldn’t be satiated in any other way in this position.
It gave the camera a bird’s-eye view.
I instinctively knew Levi and Whip would be watching.
But when I came, it was the man beneath me whose name I shouted.
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WHIP
Ten minutes earlier…
Icouldn’t fucking breathe. My chest felt like it was caving in, each rib cracking painfully, both lungs desperate for air I couldn’t get.
The crowd of people in the club swarmed around me, too hot, too close.
Levi shouted my name behind me, but he was the last fucking person I wanted to see. I pushed my way around people dancing, people kissing, people fucking, just searching for a break in the room where I could get some fucking space.
But I knew in my gut I wasn’t going to find it. Because what I was really searching for was a break in the never-ending grief I kept locked tight, that Levi’s question had set free.
I could look at that photo on my shelf and be okay.
But I couldn’t fucking talk about it.
