“I’m back. I was hoping to see you, actually.”
“Oh yeah?” He feels me up on the pretense of looking for weapons in my tight, creamy satin dress that looks more like a nightie. The front of it drapes so low all my cleavage and even a little bit of my abdomen shows, which means I couldn’t wear a bra with it.
“I wanted to thank you for last night.”
“You’re welcome.” He reaches around to grab two handfuls of my ass, pulling me so close to his body I can feel his arousal through the front of his pants.
“No, I meant, show you my thanks…” I trail off, and his eyes snap up from my boobs to my face.
“Oh really? Show me how exactly?”
“Would you want…Do you want to see if there’s a private room available?” I ask. Taking my hand, he pulls me along behind him so fast a laugh escapes me. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I say as we enter the main part of the club.
“Hell yes,” he says over his shoulder as his eyes dip to my breasts. He groans and faces forward again, aiming for theclosest private room. A second later, we’re inside, and he’s locking it. Locking us inside alone together.
When he sees my gaze focused on the lock, he says, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. All the monitors have keys. Every door uses the same one.”
“Oh?”
Gripping my hips, he urges me deeper into the room. “If you scream, someone will come running.”
“Right.”
“Unless your mouth is full…”
Oh shit. I wet my lips and glance down at the bulge in the front of his pants, remembering why I asked him to go into a private room. This was my idea after all.
“You’re in complete control, you know,” he says as if reading my mind. “Unless you hand over control to me, you call all the shots.”
He walks us back until we reach a small leather sofa, and sits down, leaving me standing. “Emergency call button is right there.” He points to the big red button that’s within reach of my seat, which puts me more at ease.
I glance around the rest of the room, since it’s the first time being inside one. There are chains coming out of the ceiling in a corner, wooden stocks Natalie likes, and then a metal and leather seat like thing hanging nearby. It takes me a moment to realize it’s a sex swing, made for a woman’s legs to be spread and suspended.
“Something catch your eye?”
I should ask him his name, since he knows mine, but that would defeat the purpose of it being anonymous sex. “The, um, swing looks…interesting.”
“I could strap you in if you want. There’s a red cord for a help button, but once you’re restrained with my tongue between your legs, I don’t think you’ll be screaming for me to stop.”
Oh wow. Imagining that scenario has my panties drenched. It’s embarrassing how wet I already am, and he’s barely spoken to me or touched me.
“Maybe later,” I say, even though I’m eager to try out the swing. “First…” I start and then lower to my knees between his spread thighs. “First, I want to thank you. You didn’t have to do that last night…”
“And I am more than willing to accept your gratitude.” Without further encouragement, the guard reaches for the front of his belt. He draws it out of the loops and tosses it down on the sofa next to him. “In case you want me to use that on you later.”
“Maybe.” I eye the black leather. Too bad it’s not toga night. That would’ve made getting to him much easier. But a moment later, his pants are undone.
I reach up and help him tug the sides down his thighs far enough that his erection springs free. He’s not wearing any underwear. Okay, then.
I guess it’s time to do what I came here for, even though I’ve never done this with a man I haven’t even kissed. Still, I want to.
As soon as I wrap my fingers around his girth, the man throws his head back and groans.
“I, um, have a horrible gag reflex,” I warn him.
“Oh yeah? That’s one of my favorite fucking sounds.”
His remark is a little ominous, I can’t help but think right before he grabs the back of my head and pulls my mouth toward his cock. I open wide expecting him to ease inside.
