Page 22 of Fool's Desire

"It's okay." She swallowed without looking at him, her gaze still glued to Joel, like a deer caught in headlights.

Jake looked between the two of them, clearly torn. Finally, he nodded. "I won't be far away."

Desi wasn't sure if his words were a reassurance for her or a warning to his cousin.

A moment later, she wasn't thinking anything as Joel yanked her into his arms.

Chapter Fourteen

Desi collided with Joel's hard body, her hands raising automatically and settling on his shoulders to steady herself. Every inch of her skin fizzled in reaction where she was crushed against him from thigh to shoulder and her nipples drilled into him where they were squashed against his chest.

Heat pooled in her groin while blood rushed to her head, and she was glad Joel had such a solid grip on her or she feared she might puddle at his feet in an old-fashioned swoon.

His arms came around her, one at her waist holding her so close that not even a sliver of light could pass between them, the other cupped her butt and massaged it firmly.

Desi felt her entire body combust as he ground his hard cock into her belly and forcefully insinuated one of his legs in between hers, his muscled thigh pressing against her mound as he thrust his pelvis against her in a crude imitation of intercourse.

Joel's head dipped and she felt his hot breath on her skin seconds before his teeth sank into that erogenous point where her neck met her shoulder and Desi felt her sex flood with arousal. She couldn't prevent the obvious tremor that ripped through her body and Joel gave a dark chuckle when he felt it.

Joel tormented her for what seemed like ages and Desi felt powerless to do anything but accept the onslaught. If she was honest with herself, she didn't want him to stop. It felt so damn good being back in his arms.

Suddenly, Joel spun her around and melded his chest against her back. Snaking an arm back around her waist, he grasped her hair in his other hand, tugging harshly on her topknot so that it spilled free from its confines as he wound her hair around his fist to pull her head back. Desi felt her pussy spasm in direct correlation to the jerk of her scalp.

"Watch!" he demanded, pointing her towards a platform where a female sub stood naked, her arms stretched over her head and cuffed to a chain that hung down from the ceiling.

A bare-chested Dom, wearing what resembled an executioner's hood, rained blows across her entire body, her breasts and thighs were reddened, her screams shrill and her face contorted in ecstasy.

"I want to do that to you!" Joel grated, pushing the tips of his fingers into the top of her skin-tight boy shorts and grazing them teasingly close to her throbbing clit but never quite touching.

Desi writhed against him in frustration, trying to move his hand just a little bit lower while he laved her throat with his tongue, then drew back his head and blew on her dampened skin.

Goose bumps gathered, and her nipples hardened so much that she ached to rub them and soothe them. Involuntarily, her hands rose to her chest, but Joel pushed them away.

"No!" he denied. "No one touches but me."

Before she could guess his intentions, Joel pushed his hands roughly down the front of her corset, right there in the middle of the dance floor. His big hands flattened against her breasts, trapping each nipple between his middle and forefinger and squeezing.

Desi threw her head back until it rested on his shoulder as the breath left her body and Joel grazed her collarbone with his teeth. Every cell in her body felt as if it had received some kind of rude awakening. The gentle arousal she had felt just being in this place and from dancing with Jake and Logan had ramped up to a fever pitch, and she ached for even more.

Joel turned them both ninety degrees, until she was facing another platform. There stood a sub with her breasts bound tight with coarse hemp rope so that they swelled and jutted while her Dom swatted the tips with an implement that looked like a mini spatula.

Joel still kept the pressure on her own nipples, and now, he harshly squeezed her breasts.

"I want to do that to you, too," he breathed, nipping behind her ear, and Desi wondered if the evidence of her desire would dribble down her thighs, since she was so damn wet, or whether it would be absorbed by her shorts.

Turning her again, Joel pointed them towards yet another scene. This time, a sub knelt with her wrists bound to her ankles and her head and shoulders pressed into a cushion on the platform while a Dom pounded into her from behind.

"And I want to do that to you," Joel grated, his voice uneven. "I want to do everything to you."

Desi's breath was coming in short, sharp pants; she could feel her sex engorged and pulsing, her body readying itself for him as her pussy gushed at his words, flooding the crotch of her shorts completely at the involuntary clenching of her abdominal muscles.

Joel moved his hand and gripped her mound through her clothing.

"You're wet," he inhaled. "I can smell you!"

She almost felt like she could orgasm just from continuing to listen to Joel's suggestive voice, his crude words, and the erotic pictures he was painting in her mind.

When he rubbed the heel of his hand against her pubic bone, she damned near detonated.

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