Chapter 1 – Five and a Half Years Later #2
“Wish your husband could see how desperate you are for my cock. My good little slut.” His hand narrows around my neck, and I’m barely able to drag in air. “Let’s see how good you can take it.”
He thrusts three fingers inside me so hard I suffocate on a scream I can barely make. He curls those fingers, roughly slamming against my G-spot. My walls clench while his other hand cinches tighter around my throat.
“You like being used like my personal whore, don’t you? Being spread open for anyone to see.”
“Yes . . .” I gasp. “Don’t stop, I’m—I’m almost there.”
So close, I can almost taste it.
“Do you get this wet for your husband?” His tongue licks a path up to my ear, sucking my lobe into his hot mouth.
“No,” I groan. “He usually leaves me to take care of myself. Too busy to satisfy me.”
“That’s a damn shame.” His teeth scrape along the shell of my ear, his strokes getting harsher, making my body practically explode.
“Yes, fuck!” I cry, as his thumb rubs circles on my clit until my legs quiver, and that’s all it takes. “Oh, God, yes!”
My scream echoes through the hall as he gives me everything, milking every tremor, working me until my body stills.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers, his lips meeting my nape as he leaves urgent kisses behind, even with his hand still wrapped around my throat.
“That was . . . hot.” I exhale with exhaustion.
“I’m not done with you yet.” He reaches for the door handle that leads into my office and pushes it open, taking my hand and leading me inside.
When I told Dom I wanted to run my own strip club, he didn’t hesitate in his support. He funded the business once I found the perfect location, and Club Azalea was born. This time, I run it the right way. Nothing dirty happens here, not like it did at my father’s place. I protect my girls.
The man’s hands are on my hips as he kicks the door closed, leaving it unlocked. He tips my chin up with a finger, those eyes boring into me so hungrily, I can feel him . . . or more like sense him in the marrow of my bones. We’re attuned, and it’s scary and thrilling all at once.
He drops to the floor, looking up at me as he takes one of my feet, slowly lowering the zipper around my boot before removing it, then moving on to the other.
The tip of his tongue darts out as his gaze meets my pussy, and then he’s removing my jeans completely before climbing back up my body. With a palm, he pushes me backward until the backs of my thighs hit the desk.
His hand curls around my throat, his thumb roughly brushing over my mouth before he pushes me down onto the desk, spreading my legs apart in one rough move.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he groans, his thumbs massaging my wet lips, almost meeting my clit.
“Shit, I . . .”
“Need to come again, don’t you?” he growls, gently gliding two fingers up my center, rousing my need so expertly I almost fly off the desk.
He plays me, his eyes on mine, devouring the raging of my breaths and the desire perched within my gaze. He devours it all, like a man starved. Gluttonous.
“Fuck me, please.” I attempt to prop myself on my elbows, but he pushes me back down with a heavy palm, one finger barely entering me while a thumb brushes over my achy clit.
I groan in frustration as he massages me with the heel of his palm. God, the things his hands can do. I can’t believe I’m even doing something like this. I never would’ve thought I would.
Since being married to Dom for four and a half years, I’ve never once thought about fucking a complete stranger. But I must admit, this is insanely hot, being naked in front of someone else, having him do all the dirty things to me.
I stare at the ceiling, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when his thick, heavy tongue swipes me from ass to clit.
“Yes! Fuck!” My nails scrape along the wood of my desk.
And just like that, he stops. I quickly jump to a seated position, frustration embedded in my gaze.
I find his hands on his black trousers, unbuttoning them, and his eyes perched to mine. The sound of the zipper dragging sends a shiver down my spine.
“Finally,” I groan.
A smile crawls to my mouth as I reach for his powerful wrist, pulling him to me, and he lets me take control. My hands replace his as I hurriedly draw his pants and boxers down, my long fingers curling over his thick, hard cock.
“This is mine,” I moan.
My pussy’s dripping on my desk, and I rub myself on it as I stroke him. I slide off, crouching down and peering up at him as I swirl my tongue around the head of his length.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans, his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down his cock until I gag, my eyes watering over deliciously. “I like you full of me.”
His hoarse and throaty voice has me burning for him, needing to feel this beautiful man inside me. He jerks against my tongue as I bob my head, not leaving an inch of him without the feel of my warmth.
He clutches my hair, dragging me back.
“I need to come inside you,” he grits as my tongue runs circles over the tip of his cock. “Filthy little thing.”
He yanks harder, pulling me upright before his mouth devours me, his tongue roughly parting my lips, entering inside, winding with mine.
He palms my ass, squeezing once before he’s forcing my body down until I’m lying over the desk with him in between my thighs. My hands are on his back, his muscles stretching and flexing while I attempt to yank the button-down shirt up so I can feel his skin on mine.
He pitches back, his fingers on his tie as he slowly undoes it, and then he’s working the buttons of his shirt, practically ripping them off.
He removes the tie from around his thick neck while my fingers drift down my stomach, slipping inside me as I watch him take the shirt off.
He eyes me hard on a guttural groan, cursing under his breath while I bite into my bottom lip.
Slipping the tie off, he balls it in his fist, using his other hand to yank my shirt down, freeing my breasts. He continues to watch me touch myself, his cock jerking as I moan and roll my hips.
He reaches for my pussy, pushing my hand away and rubbing his tie in between my soaked lips.
With a devilish grin, I grab it from him, lining it in between my legs as I close them, stroking myself on the soft silk, my gasping growing louder the more he watches.
It’s exciting being watched, knowing it’s turning him on.
“Fuck!” he roars before he jerks the tie from my grasp, and in a mere blink, he stuffs it into my mouth. “You taste good, don’t you, baby?”
I nod, throwing my head back as his cock lines up with my entrance. His hands are on my ankles, and he pulls them apart, yanking me to him until my ass is hanging off the desk.
“Yeah, that’s right, you do. Such a filthy slut, rubbing her sweet pussy on my tie.”
I whimper as he pushes just an inch of himself inside me, and I try like mad to get him to fuck me, working my hips just so, but he doesn’t give it to me.
“Please, Dom,” I beg, forgetting this game we’re playing.
“Oh, I’m Dom now, huh?” His wanton gaze runs down my body, his smirk doing all kinds of dirty things to me.
“You’re always Dom to me, no matter how many different people we pretend to be. You’re always mine.”
His jaw tics with a possessive growl.