Chapter Sixteen #2
“I’m not sure. I’ve never gotten very far when playing with others before my limits got in the way,” I admit as a blush creeps up my chest. I can’t tell him I’m such a control freak that I’ve never actually had sex with another person.
But he doesn’t sound perturbed by my lack of experience or limitations.
If anything, he’s leaning in, keen to hear every word.
“But you want to be dominated, so does that mean you want to be a good girl for me?”
A whimper escapes my lips and a zing of arousal shoots to my pussy. Because apparently yes, I absolutely want to be a good girl for him. I want his praise and rewards, but that’s not all. And he’s so open to everything I’ve said so far that it feels easy to keep talking about my needs.
“Yes, Sir,” I continue. “But I also want you to punish me if I’m bad. I want you to show me how to be good for you and let you take charge of me. I can get lost in my head, and I need someone who can pull me out of that and help ground me.”
“Thank you for telling me that,” he says, standing up and moving his chair closer to mine before sitting again.
His hand lands on my knee and tingles erupt that radiate upward and have me squirming.
“I want to make you happy, and this is really helpful for my pursuit of your pleasure. The club safe word is the color system?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me, what color would you say if I wanted to spread you across this table and eat your pussy in front of everyone here?” His voice is a low rumble that warms me from the inside out. His breath dances across my skin leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“Green, Sir,” I answer breathlessly.
He runs his nose along the column of my neck while tracing a hand up my leg, stopping before touching where I need him to. “And what would you say if I suggested bending you over and fucking that tight little ass in front of everyone?”
A whimper escapes my throat before I respond with a resounding green.
I’ve played with toys in my ass, but not with someone else.
I know I love anal play, though. Maybe it’s the taboo side of it, or perhaps it’s the sensation.
All I know is, I come quicker and harder when there’s something in my ass than from anything else.
“Tell me, Kitten, do you think good girls like to have their ass taken in a room with over a hundred people in it?”
I shake my head because my throat has gone too dry for words. Of all the things he could have called me—that is what he chose? If there’s a god out there, they have a twisted sense of humor.
He pushes his chair back from the table, lounging languidly with his legs spread, one bent at the knee while the other is straight out.
Confidence seeps out of him, and why wouldn’t it?
He’s well over six feet tall. His body is honed to perfection, judging by how hard and firm he felt pressed against me.
And while his skin is mostly covered, save for a few of his shirt buttons being open, he is more appealing than any man I have ever seen in my life.
“Come here, Kitten,” he says, his tone firm yet measured as he gestures me forward with his fingers. My legs wobble as I walk to him, unsure what to expect, and for the first time in as long as I can remember, I don’t hate the anticipation of the unknown.
I walk around the table until I’m standing between his legs. He swivels his finger when I reach him, instructing me to turn around.
“Step your legs on either side of mine,” he murmurs from behind me, sending a shiver down my spine. “Then sit on my lap.”
I follow his direction with him placing his large hands on my hips to steady me, letting heat seep through the fabric of my dress from the point of contact.
I lean back toward him as I spread my legs.
Between the position and the short length of my tight dress riding up my hips, my soaked pussy is fully exposed.
Wetness shines on the inside of my thighs under the low lighting, and if it weren’t for his hard length pressing against my ass, I might feel embarrassed at how excited I am.
“I’m going to take this cock-tease dress off,” he whispers into my ear, sending goosebumps skittering down my arms. “Then I’m going to explore your body with my hands until it’s time for us to go into your room.
” My breath hitches in my throat, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird in a cage.
The warmth of his exhale tickles my skin, eliciting an involuntarily shiver.
His voice, usually a low rumble, is now a husky rasp, laced with a raw intensity that both thrills and terrifies me.
Fuck, I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this man.
“Later, when we go into that room you booked,” he continues, his hand sliding from my hip up to my waist and back down again, “I’m going to lick up every drop of your delicious honey.
I’m going to make you come on my tongue, my fingers, and finally my cock.
Then I’m going to take your ass because I already know how much you want that.
I could smell how wet you got when I mentioned it.
I’m going to make you feel so damn good that I ruin you for other men. ”
By the time he finishes speaking, I’m a whimpering mess of want and desire.
My body is humming with anticipation; every nerve ending is screaming for his touch.
I can't speak. Fuck, I can barely breathe with how lost I am in the swirling vortex of his words, drowning in the delicious torment of his promises.
I squeeze my eyes shut, imagining the words coming to life as if he has painted a vivid picture in my mind, each syllable a brushstroke of pure, unadulterated lust and desire.
The world fades away—the noise of the club, the chatter of other members—everything dissolving into the background.
All that remains is his voice, his promise, and the fire that is igniting within me.
“Color?”
“Green,” I groan. “So green, Sir.”