Page 72 of What About Love

“T!”

“Stage six is double penetration.”

Her mouth fell open for a moment. “But I thought—”

“With a toy, darlin’.”

“If we don’t take part, won’t that be every bit as suspect as no anal?”

“I won’t ask it of you.”

“You didn’t, I—”

She sucked in a breath, losing what she was about to say, when the flogger fell across both cheeks. Her gasp wasn’t from pain, rather from the tails shifting the plug and butterfly, pressing them both more firmly in place.

As she tried to recover, another stroke landed, and another. As T’s tongue licked along her lips again, her mouth parted in invitation. With another lashing, the point she was trying to make somehow came surging back.

“T, it’s okay.” She groaned as the tails caught the end of the buzzing plug.

“No, this is enough.”

“Don’t you want me to?”

“Hell, yeah,” he breathed against her lips. “Seeing how beautiful you are in submission, kissing you, touching you, watching as you come, my dick is as hard as iron with need for you, baby.”

“Then do it, please. I want to give you pleasure, too.”

Separate from their hushed conversation, the lash continued to fall.

His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head back. He searched her flushed face, as if he could divine her thoughts.

“I want to, sir,” she urged. “Please.”

Clearly torn, he hesitated.

“You asked me to submit to you. Please let me.”

As the chime rang out again, he exhaled heavily and gave a quick nod. Warm lips and a delving tongue consumed her briefly then he stood and released his cock from his leather pants. Her first glimpse was fleeting, though long enough to see he was proportionate everywhere.

Eagerly she wet her lips, never having wanted to give head as much as she did now.

He kept a firm grip on her hair and guided his hard length to her lips. Her tongue came out to lick the smooth tip once before he slipped inside. She took him deep. At the same time, the anal plug kicked up a notch. As T’s cock tested the confines of her mouth, her ass was abuzz, as was her clit from the butterfly. A new sensation was introduced when something flexible, maybe a paddle or a strap, fell across the lower curve of her cheeks with moderate heat. Way overstimulated, she couldn’t hold back. Her body jerked, arms and legs pulling at her, the cuffs restraining her as she came, her mouth opening on a cry around T’s glorious possession.

Soon, a different chime sounded. Vaguely, Angie recognized applause, cheers, and a few shouted off-color comments. T withdrew. Clearly, the sound signified the end of the carousel. T’s action confirmed it as he tucked himself away and zipped up. Moving quickly around the bench, he removed the straps and devices then released her restraints.

The soft fuzz of a blanket grazed her heated ass before he draped it over her. The next thing she knew, he scooped her up in his arms and held securely while the platform lowered to the floor. When it stopped, he exited, carrying her swiftly through the crowd. To where, she didn’t know and at this point, she didn’t care. Burying her face in his neck, she blocked out the faces of the spectators.

All Angie wanted was to linger in his embrace for as long as she could, to savor the closeness of the last hour. Finding intimacy while strangers touched her pussy and ass in the middle of a crowded sex club was absurd. But T had made it special.

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AS SHE CUDDLED HERsoft body against him, the warm brush of her breath against his neck made him ache, as did the sounds of contentment emerging from her throat. The memory of her hot, wet mouth surrounding him, sucking him greedily and taking him deep stirred a visceral reaction in his still iron-hard erection. It pressed uncomfortably against his zippered fly as he moved, tempting him to throw her across the nearest bench in the public room and take her like he’d wanted to for so long.

Controlling his need tonight had been nearly impossible. He hadn’t meant to participate in the final stage. His alternate plan entailed dropping under the bench and gorging himself on the pretty pink nipples—that had taunted him for the better part of an hour—adding to her pleasure but denying his own. That strategy changed when she stared up at him imploringly, her beautiful eyes more amber than green or brown and gleaming with passion. Her rosy lips, faintly swollen from his kisses parted in invitation, still glistening with moisture left by the slow glide of her tempting tongue were his undoing.

A submissive begging to give pleasure was something few doms could resist. And damned if she didn’t. Her hot, wet mouth such utter bliss, he’d almost come in one embarrassingly short ten-minute stage. He’d ridden the carousel for a full hour with far more experienced lips wrapped around him the entire time and hadn’t come close to losing it.

Glancing down at his charge, curled softly against him, her sighs reminiscent of a purring contented kitten, he realized how dangerous this was. He yearned to claim her for himself, but that path risked his heart, his very soul. Still, he strode across the main floor toward the service hall in the back and the employee lounge, which would be empty right now with the club in full swing. His agenda: calm down, provide aftercare, explain again why this couldn’t happen—although considering what they had done tonight, he didn’t know how that would make any sense—then complete the mission for the night, which meant sending Angie home, alone as prey for a killer.

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