Page 62 of Under Her Skin
Hero insistedon going back to the hotel before they left for the club. “I have to change into a little surprise foryou.”
Of course, Arturo had to have her as soon as she stripped off, and as he fucked her on the soft carpet of their suite, he tried to guess her surprise. Hero, despite his cock slamming into her, wouldn’t give up her surprise and when she went to change, she locked the bathroomdoor.
“Spoilsport,” Arturo muttered through the door. A few moments later, she reemerged, her dress back on over whatever she had changedinto.
“Impatient boy,” she purred. “Not longnow.”
They took a cab down to the Logan Square neighborhood and Hero took Arturo’s hand and they walked to a small building, where Hero spoke to the doorman. He stepped aside to let them in. Arturo looked at Herocuriously.
“Before you ask, no, I never came here with Tom. The woman who started this club is an old college friend of mine, Ines. She was always trying to get me to, er,come, to this place after Tom died. She said I need some fun. I think she’ll approve of my Italian playboy.” She gave him a mischievous grin and led him deeper into theclub.
Arturo saw Hero walk up to a stunning woman, tall and curvy, with jet-black hair tumbling in a Veronica-Lake-like a curtain over one eye. The woman threw her arms around Hero, and theyhugged.
“Ines, please meet my husband, ArturoBachi.”
Ines looked him up and down slowly. “My, aren’t you a pretty boy? Congrats,Hero.”
Arturo grinned at her. “Hello, Ines, apleasure.”
“The pleasure is most assuredly all mine. I hope you know what my girl here likes, Signore. Hero is my ultimate girl crush, so take care ofher.”
“I promise Iwill.”
Ines nodded, obviously approving. She turned to Hero and kissed her full on the mouth. Arturo felt his cock stiffen at the sight of these two heartbreakingly gorgeous womenkissing.
“I’ve reserved the red room for you, darling,” Ines said to Hero, before winking at Arturo. “Enjoy. Let me know if you need some company, male or female, or just someone to …watch.”
She trailed a finger lightly down Hero’s cleavage, then reached down to squeeze Arturo’s cock. “Huge. Nice,” she nodded to a laughingHero.
Hero held her hand out to a slightly stunned Arturo. “Come on, big boy. Let’s goplay.”
The roomshe led him to was, as expected, painted red, but the subtle lighting gave it a warmer glow than he’d expected. A St. Andrew’s cross stood in the corner. On the walls were racks of toys for them to play with, whips, crops, paddles. There were drawers full of dildos and cock rings, lube, condoms, everything they could ever wish for. A bondage table was set in front of a huge antique mirror so they could watch themselves fuck, and one whole wall was glass, looking out onto a nightclub. Hero nodded to it. “One-way glass … unless we want people to watch us, then we just flick thatswitch.”
Arturo’s cock was painfully hard against his pants. “Hero Bachi … unless you get naked in the next fiveseconds…”
Hero grinned and stepped away from him, slowly pulling the belt of her wrap dress open. She drew open the fabric to reveal that underneath, she wore a leather harness, buttery soft straps crisscrossing her body, showcasing her breasts, highlighting her belly button before swooping between her legs and crisscrossing her butt. “Youlike?”
“Mio Dio,Hero…”
Arturo was breathless as she moved toward him, her long brown hair tumbling around her. She was achingly beautiful. She slowly undid his fly and drew his pants down his legs. Arturo yanked his sweater off as she pushed down his underwear and he stepped out ofthem.
Hero stroked his cock against her belly, looking up at him from underneath her lashes. “Touch me,Signore.”
With a growl, he swept her onto the bondage table and pushed her legs apart. “Time for whips is later, right now, I just have to have you … God, this harness, Hero … so fuckinghot…”
He thrust his cock inside her wet warmth, fucking her hard and fast. Hero, panting for breath, loved the violence of his lovemaking, the feral need for her. He was like ananimal.
For the next hour, Arturo couldn’t keep his hands off of her, or his cock out of her. He handcuffed her to the St. Andrews cross, hands and ankles, and fucked her against it so hard that he knew they would both be bruised. Hero didn’t care. She lived to be fucked by him, to do what he asked, and when he finally chose a riding crop from the many available and swiped it across her body, she came again, just from the intense pain of it. At her urging, he whipped across her breasts, her belly, her thighs and finally, she begged him to strike her clit and her cunt with it. Only hesitating slightly, Arturo did, and Hero arched her back up, coming from the feel ofit.
It only made Arturo hornier to see her like that, and he thrust his cock deep inside her again, and they fucked hard and fast against the woodencross.
“I want them to see your beautiful body as I fuck you,” he growled as he kissed her. “I’m going to fuck you from behind so they can watch your tits and your belly press up against the glass and wish they were me. Every man and woman in this place will want to fuckyou.”
Hero groaned and as he freed her from the cross, she went into his arms, and he kissed her tenderly. “There’s so much more I want to do with you,” she said, “but before that, do it. Put me against that glass and fuck me until I’mraw.”
Arturo flipped the glass switch and pressed her against the window. His hands covered hers as they made love, his lips on her neck, her shoulders. He looked to see the lascivious, envious eyes of their audience. “They all want to be me,” he whispered into Hero’s ear as she gasped and moaned. “They all want to fuck you sobadly.”
Arturo grinned as Hero cried out his name over and over; his eyes met Ines’ as she watched them through the glass wall, a small smile playing on her face. Arturo nibbled at Hero’s earlobe. “Ines wants you so badly … I can tell, she’s wet for you. Would you like her to fuckyou?”
