Page 49 of DeLucas After Dark

I look around and reply, “Trust me, they’re having too much fun themselves to give a fuck about what we’re doing. If you moan loud enough, they’ll want to join in, but I’m not in the business of sharing.”

She hesitates briefly before spreading her legs a little. “Okay,” she concedes.

“Baby, I need room because I’ve got a big ass head.” Her eyebrows lift, and I nod. “Yeah, both of them.”

I pinch her clitoris as she drops her head back against the chair. Cinnamon-colored nipples pebble once more, begging to be unleashed from the lace and sheer dress.

Sliding a finger inside her thong, I slowly stroke her as my thumb rubs her clit. Lowering my head, I bring my nose to inhale her essence. This is my favorite part of a woman: her scent and her flavor.

With the softest purr, she draws me in to take a sip, and oh, how sweet the taste is. With my first lick of her kitty, I know that I’ll never be the same. I don’t know what man fucked up and let her out of his presence, but I swear she’s never leaving mine.

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pull her to the edge of the seat and prop her legs over my shoulders. Our eyes meet in a heated clash as I indulge in the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted. Her gaze remains locked on mine as she pinches her nipples, arches her back, and feeds me her nectar.

I think of all the things that I want to do with this woman to bring her to the brink of pleasure, only to push her back again. I’ll torment her before the night is over again and again before I allow her to experience the release her body needs. And when I’m finished with her, she won’t ever look back at what was…only looking forward to the future.

“You seem hungry, Nick,” she moans, jerking her hips up.

“Baby, I’m famished.”

MYSTERY WOMAN

He’s not what I expected. There’s a certain darkness about him that lurks deep within. It’s like a predator stalking its prey, constantly watching, always wary, but never giving up its position.

When I first laid eyes on him, I thought he was a businessman, especially since he was in the VIP section. I thought he might be brutal but that it would show itself early. He’s neither brutal with me nor gentlemanly. I can tell that he’s biding his time, patiently waiting for the moment to unleash a certain savagery on me.

He stalks around me, his eyes assessing me as though memorizing every single detail. For what? Future reference? I’m not sure, but his eyes make me feel like he knows all my secrets.

My legs are spread wide, and my hands and wrists are cuffed to a cross. My dress is ripped to shreds on the floor by the door, and my soaked thong is somewhere back in the club.

The way his mouth and tongue worked my pussy over, I thought I was going to faint. He brought me to the brink of an orgasm repeatedly, only to stop. He wanted me to know who was in control.

Just when I couldn’t take it anymore and was damn near ready to fight, he carried me to a private room. Black wallpaper with a crest and fleur-de-lis motif decorates the walls. A large, black wrought iron chandelier hangs from the ceiling over a massive dungeon bed at the back wall of the room.

To the left of the bed in a large corner is a metal St. Andrew’s cross like the one in the main club area, which is what I’m currently strapped to. To the right of the bed is a spanking bench.

To the right of the door and across from the bed is a wall filled with hooks displaying a variety of toys. Beside that is a large black glass cabinet that has even more toys to enhance your sexual experience, and a black garment bag hangs inside. A pedestal sink and mirror stand on the other side of that.

To the left of the door is a large red velvet chair that’s reminiscent of a throne and is fit for a king.

“How will you explain these lashes I’m leaving on your body?” he asks in a low, sultry tone just as he brings the flogger over my ass again.

My body trembles with unbridled need. I always suspected that I was a pain freak, but tonight’s the first time I’ve had a chance to explore this side of me. The tassels gently brush my shoulders and dip down to tease my already erect nipples.

Hard rocks that they are, they’re painfully pressed against the cold metal of the cross. All I want is for him to suck them into his mouth.

“If my woman ever walked out of the house in a dress like the one that you wore tonight, she wouldn’t be able to sit her ass down for a week,” he says through clenched teeth, accompanied by a slight growl.

I drop my head forward as he brings the flogger across my ass. The tell-tale sting of the falls lashing against my ass indicates the strength by which he’s wielding it. I bite my bottom lip as tears spurt into my eyes, and my pussy gushes as the falls tap against it with his next strike.

It’s like he’s in tune with my body because his hand instantly goes between my thighs. Pressing a kiss to the side of my neck, he whispers, “You’re a pain slut.”

I purr through the ball in my mouth, jutting my ass back and pulsing my pussy in his hands.

“That’s it, dolcezza. Gush for me! Gush for me, amorina.”

There’s something about that thick Italian accent that’s so hypnotizing. He pulls me into his spell with the gentle flicker of his fingers against my nipples, those thick, full lips on the side of my neck, and his palm splayed over my belly. The falls of the flogger rests against my thigh, gently teasing my pussy lips.

“Your fiancé will thank me when I’m done. You’ll know how to obey, how to submit to a man. And when I return you to him, you’ll be properly fucked.”

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