Chapter 12 #2
“Do you think you deserve to fuck me?” I purred.
“No, but I am really hoping you will let me.”
The longing, deep seed of desire clouded over his eyes as he sat inches from me, begging and whimpering. He gripped his cock hard, groaning as he released into his hand.
“Good Boy. Now, it’s your turn to get what you want. Go sit on the couch.”
While Sam recovered, short strides brought me to the center of the room where the pole sat. It looked intimidating. I’d only taken a few classes and was afraid I would embarrass myself.
Well, here goes nothing.
I mean, earlier…the domination. I think it went well, and I’d love to do it again.
The lights dimmed, other for the one that hovered right over me. He could see everything now, and that only made my heart race.
‘Obsessed’ by Mariah Carey filled the room. The bass vibrated the floor, and I faced Sam, swallowing thickly.
What an ass, playing this song on purpose, but I went with it. He winked, and a grin spread across his smug face. Dancing to this song was more than sexual; it was his confession. Something he had waited years to come clean about.
My trembling finger shot to the side of the bodysuit, pulling the zipper down slowly and letting it fall gracefully to my ankles. I kicked it to the side, only in my heels, just as he requested.
It wasn’t hard to work out a small routine in my head. One I’d learned already. The heels would make it hard, but I could do this.
Opting for something simple and fresh in my mind from the last class, I faced the pole and took a deep breath. Keeping my hands low, remaining fluid and relaxed as my chest rolled, the rest of my body following in a wave.
I walked around the pole sexily, leaning against the cool metal. My eyes zoned in on Sam as I slid up and down, letting my hair whip over my shoulder, giving him the full view, my pussy dripping, and nipples perked.
As my confidence grew, so did my smile as I allowed my feet to guide my movements around the pole.
The heat of the room ignited my body as the lights flickered to the beat drop, further exciting me as Sam bit his lip.
He hadn’t moved since I’d started, aside from when he reached for his pants and pulled his hand back quickly.
Time to take what’s mine.
The heels clicked against the floor, echoing around the space as I made my way over to him.
“No touching, or you won’t feel me clenching around you tonight,” I spoke firmly, my lips parting seductively.
“Fuuuuuuuccckkk.”
My belly tightened when I straddled him, grinding my hips over the top of his clothed erection.
There was no talking me off this ledge. My hands moved to his belt, dragging it through the loops and tossing it to the floor.
I made a quick play for his zipper and worked his hardened cock out of his pants.
Our eyes locked, and he grinned, licking a trail up the palm of his hand and eagerly stroking his dick.
“Well, what are you waiting for? You want control so bad. Take it.”
He held steady as I lifted myself over him and sank, pushing past the pain of being stretched until I was filled to the brim by him. Fire coursed through my veins when he gripped my waist hard, pulling me down the rest of the way.
No doubt I would have finger-shaped bruises embedded in my hipbone after this. I tipped my head toward the ceiling with a moan and started to ride him, hips slamming against him as I picked up speed.
“Look at how badly you wanted to be a dirty slut tonight,” he purred, gaze darkening as he rolled my nipple between his fingers.
Not five minutes ago, I told him not to touch me, but the fire that blazed in his ice-cold eyes had me rethinking my approach tonight.
He was amazing at flipping the tables, and I wanted to see how dominant he could really be.
Sam gave me just enough leverage to think I had the upper hand, then ripped the rug from under me with his filthy words.
I stared at him with wide eyes. Sam had such a dirty mouth, and I loved every minute of it.
“I’m willing to bet you’ve thought about us more than you would like to admit. Go on, confess.”
A choked moan left my mouth when he thrusted up into me, the head of his cock brushing against my cervix and eliciting a sharp pain as our bodies met each other rhythmically.
“I thought about you,” I admitted. “Every time he fucked me.”
My mouth hung open, and tears welled in my eyes, a twinge of pleasurable pain shocking my senses as he bit down on the sensitive flesh of my nipple before soothing the area with a flick of his tongue.
“You did? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Show me then. Come all over my cock to the thought that it’s all full circle now.”
My legs quivered, squeezing against his thighs as he laughed and yanked a piece of tinsel from the wall. The pushpins clinked to the floor. A deep possessive rumble came from his chest. Leaning forward, he wrapped the red material around my neck.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
My body jolted forward as he pulled it taut, and I gasped for air. His tone was assertive, dominating, as he spoke, “You remember that night after that party in our dorm? How you laid on my bed, and let me claim every part of you?”
I gasped as he pounded into me with no mercy, black dots flooded my vision as he held me hostage over him, and a tear trailed down my face.
“Sam!” I cried out as he reached places I never knew possible.
“After tonight, you're going to be reminded of every rock-hard inch as I pound into you. Everywhere you go.”
Thrust.
“Everything you do.”
Thrust.
“It will. Always. Be. Me.”
His thrusts became sloppy as he reached his peak, and I was following closely behind.
“I’m yours. I need more,” I rasped.
I never thought my breath being stolen in a safe, controlled environment could be erotic. All I knew was that I didn’t want him to stop.
“Breathe life into me, Lucy Coleman.”
My fingers trailed up his body, and I could feel his abdomen tightening under my touch, playing their way to the base of his neck, and settling there.
“Play with yourself while I fuck you,” he gritted through his teeth.
One of my hands left his chest and moved between us to circle my clit impossibly fast. Guttural sounds left my mouth as the coil tightened, and my vision went hazy.
“I’m going to come,” I choked out.
“Say my name as you come. Scream it so this whole place knows who you belong to.”
I dug the nails of my free hand into his shoulders, letting myself fall into the abyss as the orgasm ricocheted through me.
Sam followed, spilling inside of me with a twitch of his cock.
Each pulse sent my shaking body into overdrive.
We looked at each other breathlessly, realization dawning on both of us as he unwrapped the piece of tinsel from around my neck.
“Probably a bit too late to ask if you are on birth control,” he chuckled.
I laughed softly, pointing to the inner side of my left arm. “I have the implant. We should be okay.”
He gave me a pointed look. “You have to see the best part before we go.”
Sam wrapped his hand around mine, practically dragging me over to the mirror on the opposite side of the room.
“Look,” he motioned, placing his finger against the glass. “It’s a two-way mirror. You’re welcome, my little exhibitionist.”
Strangers watched us fucking, owning each other, the dancing… everything.
He did well tonight, and it only made me think of the future, a shiver of anticipation running along my spine as he helped me shakily back into my clothes to head back to the lodge.