Page 57 of The Billionaire's Baby: Complete Series
Harker’s breath in her ear was ragged as he stroked between her legs, his thumb teasing her clit, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. He slid one long finger inside her and her body clenched onto him. He thrust another finger inside her, pumping faster and faster. Her stance widened as she clung to him, her hips wiggling.
“I need to taste you. Make you scream.”
Oh god, she wanted him on his knees, his face buried between her legs like the man on stage. A low guttural moan slipped from her lips and a few people turned toward them.
“Harker. Stop. They’re watching—”
“Ignore them.” His voice was rough, commanding.
She wanted to but they were watching, and she couldn’t do this. She pushed at his hand. “Harker, stop.”
“No,” he whispered in her ear.
CHAPTER 41: Harker
“Alison, if you want me to stop, use your safeword.” Otherwise, Harker had no intention of stopping until he fucked her. He stepped in front of her and dropped to his knees, her body tightening around his fingers.
“Stop.” Alison’s eyes darted over his head.
They were starting to draw the attention of more people. Stop wasn’t something that was said often at La Petite Mort Club. Red or yellow wouldn’t have made anyone blink but stop was a newbie word and the patrons loved watching a novice learn.
“Look at me.” He stared up at her and her eyes dropped to his. He pulled his fingers from her body and slid them into his mouth. She tasted delicious—sweet with a tang of tart, just like her personality.
Her breath hitched but then her eyes darted over his head and to the side. Her body stiffened with panic. He’d moved too fast. He tugged her skirt down and stood. Her gaze met his. It was calmer now but still a little wild.
He touched her cheek. “Next time use your safeword. It’s the only way I know for sure you actually want to stop.”
She nodded.
He pulled her in front of him again.
“Harker, I can’t—”
“We’ll just watch. I promise.” He kissed her neck before resting his face against the side of her head and wrapping his arms around her waist. He wanted her to have his child. She fit perfectly in his business life, but he’d never planned on bringing her here, having her participate in this part of his life. Maybe for the time they were together they could have both.
“Okay.” She relaxed against him, her hands on his forearms.
She’d be a challenging sub, but that’d make her surrender that much better. She already trusted him. They’d spent a lot of time together. Now he just had to convince her that he knew her body better than she did.
CHAPTER 42: Alison
Alison was horrified that she’d let Harker finger her while people watched. She’d been raised to believe that sex was a private affair between two married people.
Harker was sort of her husband, but they’d almost had sex in public. Not a quickie in a restaurant bathroom or in a dark movie theater but fooling around in a crowd of people who watched them openly. Her brain screamed, what were you thinking? While her body shouted, why did you stop?
Harker’s body warmed her back, and his strong arms circled her waist. He wasn’t doing anything sexual but everything about him was sensual—his strength, his warmth, his steady heartbeat and his dick, hard and long pressing against her bottom. She hadn’t used her safeword because every thought in her head had fled in her panic and yet, he’d stopped. She felt safe and more turned on than she’d ever been.
On top of all of that she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the stage where Anthony still worked his sub. He slapped her with the flogger, the long straps landing on the woman’s back and ass. Her screams sharp and loud turned into moans of pleasure.
“Why does she like it? It has to hurt. Those red welts can’t feel good.”
“But they can,” he whispered. “The pain takes you to another place. A place of nothing but feeling and sensation. A place just for the two of you.”
“But…” She didn’t get it.
“Do you like rough sex?” His voice had turned gravelly, and he pulled her back, pressing his cock more firmly against her ass.
“Sometimes,” she whispered as if too afraid to admit it out loud, but her body wasn’t afraid. It knew what it wanted, and her hips shifted, rubbing against him.
