Page 6 of Desire

Chapter 5

Eden.My home away from home. I loved coming here. It was my release after a long week. And this week had been especially taxing. I took in the sights and sounds around me. The purplish glow of the dimmed lights and the moans of satisfied couples echoing in the air comforted me. I glanced around trying to catch a glimpse of my friend, Penny, who had recently married her Dom, Marcus. Instead of her, though, my gaze honed in on Connor leaning against the bar, staring out into the crowd with an indecipherable expression on his face.

During all the times I discreetly watched him in the past, one thing I noticed was that he never talked much. He was more a silent observer, and more than once, I felt his stare boring into me, but whenever I turned to catch his gaze, he always looked away. His actions only made me want to know more about this enigmatic Dom.

Without conscious thought, I made my way over to him. He turned his head when I stepped into his personal space.

“Good evening, Sir,” I purred, causing him to raise a single eyebrow in surprise. I tried to hide my own shock at my flirty tone. Never before had I openly flirted with Connor, and I had definitely never referred to him as Sir in a suggestive way. I had a hard time remembering us ever having a private, one-on-one conversation inside the club. In fact, I couldn’t think of a single one. He never approached me to scene, and we didn’t hang out in the same social circle outside of the club. He didn’t even attend any of the munches. The only real friends we shared were Penny and Marcus, and I spoke to Connor only in passing during their wedding celebration since we had both been in the bridal party. Our longest conversation had taken place in his office at the beginning of the week when I approached him about Alex.

“Bridget,” he responded with a wary nod, confused by my approach. You’re not the only one confused, buddy. I smiled at him and leaned closer, ignoring the warning bells going off inside my head that told me I was biting off more than I could chew. I wasn’t a warning bells kind of woman. I was confident in my sexuality, and I never shied away from what I wanted. And tonight, for some unknown reason, I wanted Connor.

“See anything you like?” I asked, pushing my half exposed tits out for his inspection. His gaze dropped to my chest, and his nostrils flared before he raised his glance back up to my face.

Connor hesitated briefly before speaking. “I think you’re playing with fire, sub.”

I shrugged in nonchalance. “Maybe I want to get burned.”

“You should be careful what you wish for, Bridget. You may not be able to handle what I give you,” he warned.

I laughed lightly at his warning. “That sounds like a dare, Sir. And I’ve never been one to pass on a dare. Life’s too short to play things safe.”

I held my breath as I waited to see if Connor would take the bait. The ball was now in his court. I wanted to see if he’d continue our game. I could tell he was battling with himself, indecision crossing his face. I couldn’t help wondering what was holding him back. I was blatantly flirting with him and practically handing myself to him on a silver platter. He stared at me for so long I actually started to become uncomfortable. And I was never uncomfortable in Eden. I began to think he was going to dismiss me, when he suddenly moved away from the bar and grabbed my hand. My pulse fluttered when, without another word spoken, he led me toward the private rooms at the back of the common area of the club. This wasn’t my first trip back here, but this time, I knew it would be different. More. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that either, but I ignored the feeling.

In the years he’d been a member of Eden, I noticed side glances from Connor that I always had difficulty interpreting. I intentionally avoided trying to decipher them because I didn’t want to know what they meant. I could admit to a fascination with Connor Black, but it ended there. While it might seem a bit arrogant to think I held that kind of power, I had no desire to be the reason behind someone’s broken heart.

We reached the second room on the right, and with a hard knock to ensure it was empty, Connor opened the door and made room for me to precede him into it. I looked around at a room I had seen many times before, but for some reason, it looked different tonight. I heard the snick of the door closing behind me, and my heartbeat accelerated with the knowledge that, after all these years, my curiosity about Connor Black would finally be satisfied. Once this night was over, I could move on to another Dom, and my fascination with Connor would be done.

“Strip and stay facing forward.”

I started to turn my head, but the hard slap to my ass and the repeated “face forward” in that deep voice left me with no choice but to obey the command. I slowly began to unlace my corset as I listened for any echoed movement behind me that signified Connor was undressing as well. The only thing I heard was the sound of my own breathing. I removed every article of clothing until I stood completely nude. Then I waited. After what felt like an eternity, my hair was pushed over my shoulder and a soft caress tickled down the length of my spine, from my neck to the crack of my ass. A shiver washed over me at the contact, and wetness glistened on my inner thighs. No one had turned me on this quickly with only the barest of touches. It made me nervous to know that Connor was the one to do it.

Connor ran his fingers across my shoulders and down my arms, the hairs on my arms rising from the arousal that coursed through my body. I thought the whisper of a kiss ghosted across my skin in the dip where my neck and shoulder met, but it happened so fast and was so light it was hard to tell. I kept waiting for him to say something. What, I don’t know. But the continued silence was slightly unnerving. This was the first time I hadn’t negotiated a scene ahead of time. I always had the “I’m only here to have fun” and “I’m not looking for a D/s relationship” discussion before I played with anyone. Connor was right when he said I was playing with fire.

Finally, he spoke. “Get on the bed on your hands and knees. Don’t turn around.”

I followed his command as my feet drew me closer to the bed. I crawled up to the head of it and positioned myself as he’d instructed, my ass and pussy on full display. I wondered at his refusal to let me see him though. Ignoring the thought for now, I arched my back and opened my legs a little wider pushing my girly bits closer into his view. It never hurt to show a man exactly what he was getting.

The bed dipped behind me with the weight of Connor joining me. My pussy was wet with need, and I gasped as rough-skinned hands gripped my hips tightly and calloused thumbs rubbed along the back of my thighs, just under the crease of my ass cheeks. His touch ignited a spark and an electric shock flowed through me. It was a zing I had never felt before with any other Dom, and it left me slightly unnerved. A moan of arousal sounded in the otherwise quiet room, and I realized it came from me.

“I need more, Sir.” My body twitched in anticipation, and I pushed back against his hands.

“You’ll get what I give you, Bridget. Nothing more, nothing less. Now, stop trying to top from the bottom.”

I groaned at his words. I wanted his mouth, his cock. All of it.

I endured several minutes of his hands running along my body, from the soles of my feet, up my calves, and over the roundness of my ass as he bypassed where I most wanted him. He stroked along my sides as he leaned into me with his clothed body. The texture of his pants abraded my sensitive skin. His erection pressed into the crack of my ass. He moved away from me, his hands skimming along my back, before I could press against him.

Without warning, the crack of his palm slapping against my right ass cheek reverberated around the room.

“Oh, God,” I bit out, followed by a satisfied moan. Rough hands grasped my hips again, and a gentle kiss and swipe of his tongue eased the sting. I felt the slight pressure of Connor’s teeth as he nipped at my other cheek. The contradictory sensations caused more wetness to drip down my already coated thighs.

Hot, humid breath danced across my pussy, and before I could blink, Connor ran his tongue up my slit before dipping inside my pussy to lap up the cream flowing from it. He plunged his tongue further into my cunt and drank from me as I squirmed in excitement and ecstasy, helpless against the assault, my body balanced on the edge of a cliff, ready to fly. This man’s touch did things to me that no man’s had ever done before. I didn’t want to think about what that meant.

“Yes,” I breathed out.

His tongue shifted and began circling the rim of my asshole at the same time he thrust two fingers deep inside me. The pressure of his fingers hitting that elusive spot most men had trouble finding sent a tidal wave of feeling rushing through me, and I screamed out my pleasure as my climax hit. My arms gave out, and I dropped to my forearms as my forehead pressed into the mattress below me while I tried to catch my breath.

Connor pressed his cock against me again as his hands reached under my armpits to pull me upright so my back was now flush to his front. I briefly frowned when I noted he was still fully clothed. I wanted to feel his skin against mine, but the thought was chased away when he cupped my breasts in his large hands and pinched my nipples hard. The pleasure-pain radiated straight to my core still spasming from the orgasm that had ripped through my body only moments before, and I still hadn’t caught my breath.

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