“Where did you go, Sloane?” Ledger murmurs, giving me a contemplative look as I turn to stare at him over my shoulder.
“I…this is a lot. I’m not sure what to think.”
“Mmm.” Ledger has his nose in my hair and his mouth on my temple now. “Well, Angel, you asked me what I liked earlier. I think what I like might end up being just the thing to calm your thoughts.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Look at Melody,” Ledger whispers, grazing the curve where my neck meets my shoulder with his lips.
I look up to see her trembling in earnest, as Mark has bent and spread her legs more, allowing him access to her…pussy.You’d think in a sex club I could say the dang word in my own head without hesitation.He toys at her entrance with his finger while the wand continues to buzz on her clit. He pushes two fingers into her without warning, replacing the toy with hismouth, and she screams again, all four of her limbs tugging at their restraints.
Mark keeps his fingers deep inside her, slowly lapping up the impressive amount of cum she’s produced, and she shakes her head and whimpers as if to say she’s had enough. He gives her one last lick before moving back and coming once again to stand by her head to pet and soothe her.
“She looks tortured but blissful?” I'm confused, though, about whether this is a reward or a punishment for Melody. “Is she in trouble?”
Ledger gives a little chuckle as he rounds the chair to come stand in front of me. Placing both of his hands on my face, he strokes my cheekbones as he finally answers the question I’ve had all night.
“She’s not necessarily in trouble. Or at least, I wouldn’t characterize it as simple as being in trouble. Mark derives his pleasure from her pleasure. And sometimes, if she’s been a bit of a brat, he might take that principle to the extreme.”
I look up into the smoky-gray eyes that have been nothing but captivating since the moment I first saw them. “What’s the extreme?”
Ledger smirks as he presses a chaste kiss to my forehead, before walking behind me again and continuing the teasing, light strokes of his fingertips up and down my arms.
I’m about to ask him again what he means when Mark places the wand back on Melody’s clit, along with what looks like a double-pronged toy in…both of her holes. I release a ragged breath, not even beginning to imagine whatthatwould feel like, and watch as Mark finally pulls his hard…penis…out of his pants. He walks to where Melody’s head is at the top of thetable and taps her mouth until she opens to begin sucking him. He reaches down to pinch her nipple again, as she screams around his…cock. I have to get used to saying the dirty words. I have to.
Just as it’s obvious she’s coming for afourthtime, Ledger bites downhardon my neck and reaches around me to grip my thighs with his giant hands. I bow off the chair from the surprising pain and pleasure of his bite, but I can’t get away from his grip.
“You wanted to know what I like. Well, baby…he’s going to make her come until she passes out. And that’s certainly something I've been dreaming about doing to you.”
I think my brain may have frozen again. Instead of having a multitude of thoughts flittering past my consciousness one after the other, I have very few, and they’re all moving slowly. I think about being spread out for Ledger, with nothing on my mind except how many orgasms I’ll be conscious for. I think about feeling him everywhere and being so overwhelmed with his decisions about my pleasure that I can’t feel anything else. I think about Dean with the girl at the diner. I think about a giant beautiful man on a motorcycle. And I think about the feeling of Ledger’s strong, solid body standing behind me, gripping my thighs like he’s afraid I’m going to hop out of this chair and never come back.
“Angel? Sloane?”
I realize I’ve been quiet for a very long time, and Ledger has come back around to face me. “Sweetheart, say something.”
“You want me to pass out?”
He continues to gently stroke my thighs as if trying to calm a frightened animal. “I want to make you go out of your mindwith pleasure. Making you come so hard you pass out would be an honor, if you reached the point you were comfortable with that.”
“Why would you want that? Why would you care about my pleasure that much more than yours?”
Ledger fixes me with a stare so intense that if he took up any less than all of the space in my line of sight, I would look anywhere else. As it is, he’s all I can see. He’s everything. “I would care about your pleasure because…if you were mine, Sloane…well, I would care for what’s mine in all ways. I would deny myself any number of things to ensure your comfort and happiness, and I would go to any lengths to show you just how much you deserve. Making you shake with the force of an orgasm, or cry when you think you can’t take anymore, or allowing you a space where all you can do is feel and not think—that would be the greatest honor of my life.”
The idea of anyone in my life putting me first, not just in a sexual context, but in any way at all, is foreign. The idea that he would want to solely focus on my pleasure is overwhelming and intoxicating, andGod, I want that so badly.I don’t think, no, Iknowfor a fact that I’ve never really considered if that type of care would ever be given to me. A tear forms and as it falls and trails down my cheek, I know that if I don’t allow myself to explore what Ledger is offering, I will never forgive myself.
“Show me.”
Chapter ten
“Show me how you would pleasure me, Ledger.”
He gives me another searching look, and apparently, my eyes have all the correct answers tonight. He gives me one more lingering kiss on my forehead before moving back behind me. Instead of standing as he was, he gently guides me out of the chair and to a sofa slightly to the side of the room. Our view of Mark and Melody isn’t as clear, but I can see he’s untying her now, and I assume they’re done for the evening. Ledger sits down on the sofa and then surprises me by pulling me down on his lap. I feel whatcannot possiblybe hisdickunderneath me and wiggle.
“Fuck,Angel,” he grunts, “Please don’t do that or…” I swear I hear the words “babies” and “tonight,” but he’s mumbling so I really can’t tell.
Without any more pretense, he pulls my back flush against his chest, rucks my dress up around my waist, and pulls my thighs apart so that my feet dangle over each of his legs. Shocked, I try to close my legs only to find that my own handsare on my thighs, keeping them spread, guided by Ledger’s giant hands on top. He’s barely touching me, only where his hands are too large covering mine, and the places where I can feel his skin on mine burn. His soft hands are not entirely smooth, leading me to wonder what kind of manual labor he does to have slight calluses in some places…oh my God,maybe he chops wood like those guys online.Maybe he’ll let me watch one day…
“Angel!” Ledger barks, nipping at my shoulder hard enough to hurt and regain my attention. “That’s three times you’ve zoned out on me tonight. I think you’ll owe me three orgasms to prove I can keep your attention.”
