Lust & Lies Box Set-Sexual Awakenings, Excess, Predator & Prey

“Whatever you had to do, you did good, and here he is,” I said, beaming at Bryce as he banged away with his hammer.

It had been an amazing month filled with endless nights of laughter, sex, large amounts of quality time with Bryce, and we were just scratching the surface. We had started something real, something tangible, and something meaningful. I was becoming more and more comfortable with our unusual new dynamic, and Rhys made sure to shake things up a bit in the bedroom. He had finally sold the club and tonight was going to be his last night as the owner. He had found buyers who intended on taking it over as the kink haven it was meant to be. The older, experienced couple who frequented the club couldn’t bear to lose one of the only available and safe places for those like me to explore their sexuality. I’d met them the day the sale closed and was thrilled about the fact that the curious, those who needed guidance and direction into the unknown, would find their refuge at The Rabbit Hole like I had.

I had come here for a sexual revolution and ended up with much, much more.

I had found refuge from my failed false start in the arms of a dominating and caring man. One I loved so feverishly, everyday thoughts of him were torturous. A man who had captured my heart, body, and mind, and I had no hope of fighting it. I didn’t want to. It seemed like neither of our thirsts for each other would ever be quenched. We spent our days fighting the world and our nights taking our stresses out on each other in the most amazing way.

I had just received notice that I would have to face my attacker in court the first week of the new year, and other than the stress of having to face the monster who had almost ended the life I had just really started to live it, I couldn’t be happier.

It was still light out when I entered the club to greet Tara. I knew that Rhys would be here for at least an hour or so before picking up Bryce and taking him to his family’s house for the holiday, so I texted him to make sure he was here. This was our meeting place, after all; it held a small amount of sentimental value, though our relationship had developed beyond just sex. I told him I would be busy with friends and family on Christmas Eve to throw him. My intentions were to make his last night as the club owner memorable.

His reaction to my sudden appearance, the parting of his lips, let me know he was completely shocked as I closed his office door behind me. I removed my jacket, revealing the red leather lingerie I had purchased on Halloween. The one I promised he would see.

I had gone all out, crimping my hair and styling it wildly, painting my face like an old school pinup. My lips were a glowing red and my leather corset pushed my exposed breasts up, making my drawn tight nipples an immediate focal point. I had purchased some spiked leather heels and wrapped my neck in a thin strip of black velvet accompanied by small chains.

“Merry Christmas, Rhys,” I whispered seductively as he took me in from head to toe. His gray eyes sparked with fire as his gaze started at my eyes then drifted to my lips, then down to my spiked feet. A slow smile spread over his face as he watched me. He made no orders, and I knew then I was in control. He was going to let me have it.

Merry Christmas to me!

“Sit the fuck down. I want your cock in my mouth,” I ordered without hesitation. I was all too ready to run this show. He lifted his brow, a small smile forming on his lips, but obliged by sitting quickly, his eyes trained on mine. I walked over to his seat and stood in front of him, barking my next command. “Don’t touch me, not once or you won’t get my pretty pink pussy tonight.”

He smirked as I stood before him, pulling at his pants roughly to free him. He was rock hard and I saw his tip glisten as I pumped it with my fist and licked the moisture, leaving the rest of him throbbing.

“I need this hard cock inside me, but maybe I should show you first what you get.” His eyes widened as I pulled the bottoms down, revealing my bare, soaked center to him. I spread my folds with my fingers and gilded them up and down. I was drenched in anticipation and brought the moisture up to his mouth. He opened wide and I took the fingers out of his grasp.

“Why should I give this to you? You think you deserve this?” I sneered, standing closer to him, my swollen middle inches from his face. I heard him groan and saw his cock twitch. I became more excited as his breathing picked up.

“You want this?” I held the slickness of my sex under his nose and saw his eyes meet mine with fury for teasing him. Rhys loved my scent, my taste, and told me daily. I was sure this was the first time he had ever been dominated. I was taking my gift seriously. I shoved my fingers between his parted lips.

“Suck it good or you don’t get anymore, Rhys.” His tongue darted out, capturing my fingers and pulling them into his mouth, sucking mercilessly. I tapped his nose roughly when I almost lost my cool.

“That’s enough,” I said, surprised at the command in my own voice. Even he seemed a little surprised at my sudden niche for dominance.

“Hmm, what to do,” I said, circling his chair, his cock now purple and pulsing, eyes fucking me with his stare. “Tell me, Rhys, am I the best you’ve ever had? We both know what a little whore you’ve been.” I almost laughed at my own question but his gaze and next words only made me more determined.

“Why don’t you bring it to me and I’ll tell you.” His voice was threatening and it took all my strength not to do what he asked.

“You don’t make the rules here,” I said, sliding off my top then pulling his body down so he was almost lying down in his chair. I straddled his legs as my pussy grazed his dick and my nipples brushed his nose, a breath from his lips. His breathing hitched as he licked his lips and his eyes rolled slightly at the way my wet pussy glided back and forth on his dick.

“Pretty vanilla, Rhys, don’t you think?” I said, turning around so that my center was still touching the head of him and my ass was close to his nose.

“Fuck,” he whispered as I rubbed the head of him between my folds and reached down to cup his balls.

“You want to touch me?” I said, losing myself as my center contracted at the feel of his thick head. “I’ll give you an inch.” I slid down,

taking his cock in my hot middle, taking only the promised inch, and heard him curse more as he kept his hands to his sides. I reveled in the sensation as I rocked that inch in and out, teasing him.

“Nah,” I said, pulling up and turning his chair so he was facing his desk. I sat on the edge, propping my feet up to give him a clear view of my sex. He looked on, his eyes tortured as I bared myself to him. “I don’t think you’re ready for me. I’m not feeling it, Rhys. Maybe I should just lie back and fuck myself.” And I did. I spread my legs before his face as I lay on his desk. I heard another moan and knew I had him right where I wanted him. My heels looked wicked on the armrests of his chair as they supported my legs. I lifted my ass to bring my middle closer to him as I plunged my fingers in.

“Violet, fuck.” His breath hit my pussy and I damn near went over the edge. I stopped my fingers and looked up at him. His eyes were deadly. I had brought out RED Rhys.

GO ME!

“Did I say you could fucking talk?” I smiled as he stared at my center and inched closer. “Don’t move!” I licked my fingers and brought them back down to play with my clit the way he had shown me. I could hear the slickness as I moved my fingers in and out and up and down. I felt the pull and knew I was close. My chest heaved, my breast heavy as I moved my fingers faster, watching him take all of me in, his eyes on fire and turning black with his arousal. I stopped just as I was about to come and heard him growl in protest.

I was shocked as I watched his chest move up and down. I was completely floored at how much my little show had gotten to him. I sat up quickly, brushing my straining nipples across his face.

“You get what I give,” I bit out as I kneeled before him, my own need beginning to interfere with my control. Our eyes locked and his pleaded with me as I grabbed his pulsing cock in my hands and stroked it. His breathing was erratic as I swallowed him whole and he jerked in my mouth. I moaned as I sucked hard, tasting another burst of pre-cum and pressing my lips hard around his thickness.