Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
Hartford
I can’t believe I just let my best friend finger me in a room at Club Greed. But I enjoyed the fuck out of it and hope there’ll be a repeat later on.
When we arrived at the club tonight, we both decided to throw caution to the wind and experience this place together.
I trust him. Besides, when will I ever have the chance to come to Club Greed and experience this again?
I want to take full advantage, so as soon as my body calms, I smile at Paxton.
“What?” he asks, knowing by the way I’m grinning at him that I have an idea.
“We should change rooms. To something more daring.”
“What are you thinking?”
I stand and hold my hand out for him to take. “Maybe we can find a Red Room around here,” I say, referencing Fifty Shades Of Grey.
Paxton’s eyes flood with desire. “Lead the way, Hart.” He takes my hand and follows me out of the room. We find a door with the words Dom/sub scrawled on it.
I look up at Paxton. “What do you think?”
“I think I want to be the Dom,” he says in a husky voice.
A shiver wracks my body and I open the door, not sure what we’re going to find on the other side.
The room is enormous, bigger than the room we just left. It’s darker, with a soft red glow around the room. In the far corner, I see a few people around a woman who is tied up. They’re taking turns doing things to her, and she’s moaning in pleasure.
In another corner, there’s a couch with a man sitting on it, petting a woman kneeling at his feet.
I lean over to Paxton, and whisper, “Please don’t treat me like a dog.”
He shakes his head. “I think it’s more of a dynamic. She trusts him fully like a pet does their owner.”
“So you want me on my knees?”
Paxton’s eyes fall closed briefly. “Fuck yeah, I do.”
I squeeze his hand as I lead him to an area where there’s a wing-back chair. “Have a seat.”
He grabs my wrist as soon as he’s seated, and his eyes sear into me. “I’m the Dom here, and don’t forget it. You’re to address me as Sir, and if you ever tell me what to do, I will put you over my lap and spank you.”
I think about defying him, but his tone is so serious. “Sorry, Sir,” I say.
His eyes darken. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy seeing you on your knees.” He licks his lips. “Kneel.” His tone of voice has changed. No longer is he the best friend I’ve known for years. No, tonight he’s more serious. More desperate. Like if I don’t obey his every command, he might spontaneously combust.
So, I get on my knees for him.
And you know what? It’s not demeaning like I thought it would be. I want to please him. I want him to touch me. I want his acknowledgment. I want him.
I push away any inhibitions and bow my head like in the pictures I’ve seen online.
Paxton growls as his legs widen beside me. “Hartford, you’re so damn pretty. Have I ever told you that?”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.”
“Look at me.” I raise my head to meet his gaze. “So fucking pretty.” He studies me, tilting his head to the side. “I want to kiss you,” he whispers. “I’ve been thinking about how sweet your lips would taste.”
I hesitate because kissing is against our rules, but I remember what Paxton said earlier—no rules.
I move closer, and he helps me onto his lap where I’m straddling him again. “Like this, Sir?”
“Just like that, Hartford.” His hand slides into my hair as he tugs me closer. His lips hover against mine and my heart pounds. He urgently pulls me in for a passionate kiss. So passionate that I never want it to end.
There goes rule number one.
Without a doubt, Paxton is the best kisser I’ve ever experienced. My body heats as his tongue dances with mine.
A soft moan travels up my throat and he swallows it down.
I clench my thighs around him, wanting to move my body but not wanting to do anything he hasn’t asked me to do.
Instead, I get lost in our sensual kiss.
And it’s a life-changing kiss. I don’t think things will ever be the same between us.
Paxton breaks the kiss, gazing at my lips as he holds me close. “Damn, your mouth is magic. I’d love to see these lips wrapped around my hard cock.”
And just like that, I stand from his lap and sink back down to my knees. I don’t even wait for the command. I want it. I want to please him. Badly.
I move my hands over his strong thighs, my eyes searing into his.
“Hart, I didn’t mean…” His words fall away as I unbutton his pants.
“Sir, please,” is all I say.
“Oh fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut and his legs widen as his head falls back. “Hartford, I’m not going to be gentle with you. I’ve been wanting to get off since the moment we walked through the doors tonight. Hell, even longer. Since the night I used that remote vibrator on you.”
“You can be as rough as you need to be with my mouth, Sir,” I say, wanting more than anything to please him.
Wanting more than anything to see him.
I unzip his pants, and he hisses as I pull him out. And oh my god. While grinding against him earlier, I could feel his massive hard-on. But he’s bigger than I ever could have imagined.
So much bigger.
“Um,” is all I can say as I blink up at him.
How is that going to fit into my mouth?
“You like?” He fists the base, his eyes heated with lust. Or desire?
“Very impressive.” I blush.
He wraps his hand into my hair, fisting the strands, and guides me to the tip of his dick. I lick it, and he closes his eyes as he groans, low and husky-like.
The sound of it turns me on, and I can feel myself growing wetter by the second. My insides coil, and it eggs me on to get him off.
His eyes snap open and he watches as I play with the tip of his dick, letting my tongue roll over the engorged head. Then I suck it into my mouth.
“Fuck, Hart,” he growls out, his hand tightening on my hair. Like he can barely hang on.
I love that I’m the one making him feel this way. That he’s hard because of me. Nobody else. And he told me I’m pretty. Has he always felt that way?
Am I overthinking things?
Probably.
So, instead, I let myself get lost in the mechanics of making out with Paxton’s dick. And what a make-out session it is. I lick, suck, nibble, and hum along his hardness, and I can tell he’s loving every second by the way his groans intensify.
I reach down and cup his balls, gently massaging them.
“Hartford, take my cock deep down your throat. I want you to choke on my cum.”
The dirty words he says only spur me on. Who knew Paxton would have such a filthy mouth in the bedroom? It makes me hot.
He grips me tighter, not letting up for a second as he fucks my mouth with his dick. Slow and steady at first. Then he goes a bit quicker, and my body pulses with need.
“That’s it. Suck it,” he says on repeat, until the moment he lets loose, bucking his hips as he pushes my head further down.
My body nearly explodes the moment Paxton loses complete control. The moment his release coats my tongue and I swallow it down.
“So fucking pretty,” he says as he watches me, his eyes wide and big. Like he’s seeing me for the first time. His finger traces down the side of my face, ending at my chin. “You’re such a good little submissive. I might have to reward you.”
Chills skate over my skin at the thought of what that reward might be.