Tease Me (One Night with Sole Regret 7)

mask from a table. He slipped it over his face to cover his forehead, cheeks, and nose. But not his mouth. His mouth was free for kissing. And she definitely wanted to kiss him all of a sudden. He returned to her side carrying a second mask and helped her put it on. “Don’t take it off, okay? Everything we do here remains anonymous. Anything you see or do here does not leave the premises. You can never share with anyone what goes on at one of Tony’s clubs. Got it?”

She nodded. As if she would ever admit to anyone besides her sister that she went to a sex club in the first place. She checked out her reflection in the huge mirror that completely covered one wall of the small room. She had to admit she looked pretty sexy in the mask. Adam must have felt the same because he moved to stand behind her and she could feel his arousal against her ass. She rubbed against him and shuddered with longing. She didn’t know how much longer she could endure his teasing. He’d spent their hours together in their hotel room feeling every inch of her, just as he’d suggested he would. But he refused to let her come. The pleasure he gave her had bordered on torture—sweet, sensual torture—but she was desperate for release.

“Tonight you are not Madison Fairbanks. You are a queen.” His fingers moved to the buttons of her top, and he slowly unfastened them. They both watched him reveal her lacy bra to the mirror. “My queen,” he added.

So he’d brought her here so they could wear masks and have “anonymous” sex alone in some storage closet with a mirror? Not exactly the wild time she’d been anticipating. Heck, she could have been this brazen in Walmart.

Her shirt fluttered to the floor, and he cupped her breasts in both hands, rubbing the sensitive tips through the fabric. “You make me so hot,” he said, his breath sultry against her ear.

“You have no idea how hot I am for you right now,” she said. Her pussy was likely to catch fire if it produced any more heat. Good thing it was so wet.

A knock sounded on the door, and Madison turned. Then turned again. Actually the sound had come from in front of them. From the mirror. Madison squinted at the glass, wondering if they were being observed from the other side.

“Your ladies in waiting will now prepare you for court,” Adam said.

“Court?”

Adam didn’t answer, just snapped his fingers at the large mirror. The mirrored wall opened at once and two naked women with skin the color of the café au lait she’d enjoyed earlier entered the room. Each woman took one of Madison’s hands and led her into a large room beyond the tiny closet-sized one she and Adam had been in.

Madison glanced around nervously, still not sure what to expect. In the center of the room was a large platform with giant black and white tiles decorating the surface in a checkerboard pattern. A bed stood against a wall along the far side of the room. A canopy of red satin decorated the headboard and red satin draped the mattress. Her gaze darted around the room as she searched for Adam. Beside the room they’d just exited, he was perched on a wide wooden chair that reminded Madison of a throne. He was taking this king thing seriously and if she hadn’t been simultaneously nervous and intrigued, she might have laughed at his solemn expression as he watched her “ladies in waiting” direct her to the platform. She stumbled up a set of steps and almost tripped when she was turned to face her king.

“What does his majesty command?” the shorter of the two naked women asked.

“Strip her.”

Huh?

Her unbuttoned shirt slid from her shoulders before she could make a grab for it. Her bra followed and while she was crossing her arms over her naked breasts, the women removed her skirt.

Standing in nothing but her cowboy boots, Madison didn’t know whether she should be afraid or embarrassed or annoyed. She was pretty sure she was not supposed to be aroused, but she definitely was.

“She looks tense,” Adam said. “Perhaps a massage will soothe her.”

Yes, the two naked chicks needed to vamoose and then she would gladly accept a massage from the still fully clothed but always virile Adam Taylor.

The taller woman coaxed Madison to sit on the bed so she could remove her boots and socks. The other woman approached Adam, which had Madison craning her neck so she could see what was going on. Madison trusted Adam, but she wasn’t sure she trusted either of these women. The woman near Adam offered several bottles of golden oils for him to smell. When he selected one to his liking, the woman curtseyed and returned to Madison’s side.

“Wait . . .”

But they didn’t wait. Within seconds she was spread out on her belly atop the red satin and having sweet-smelling oil massaged into her flesh until her muscles were like warm butter. She rested her head so she could see Adam; he looked rather bored as he watched the women knead and stroke Madison’s body.

She never expected to like being touched by a woman, but wow, it felt good. Soft moans of contentment seeped from between her parted lips.

“She seems a bit too relaxed,” Adam said, and he nodded at one of the women. “You continue to massage her calves.” He nodded toward the other. “You spank her until I tell you to stop.”

“What!”

Madison’s protest was met with a swat to her exposed buttocks. She did love it when Adam spanked her, but this was different. This was . . . Oh. The woman’s swats stung her tender cheeks, but weren’t nearly as hard as the smacks Adam delivered when she begged him to spank her. Madison’s pussy was soaked within several blows, and she was writhing on the mattress with excitement before any pain even registered.

Adam’s low chuckle seemed to race up her spine, and she shuddered.

“Stop,” he commanded.

“Wait,” Madison whispered. She wasn’t ready for her to stop yet.

“Now rub the rosiness out of her cheeks,” Adam said.

Well, that didn’t sound so bad. And it wasn’t. She sighed with delight as practiced fingers massaged her ass, and then tensed whenever they got close to her throbbing back door. God, she wanted Adam’s cock inside her. Front door, back door, side door. Did she have a side door? She didn’t care where he penetrated her. She just wanted him.

“Adam?” she said, prepared to beg if necessary.

“I don’t know any Adam,” Adam said.

She supposed she wasn’t supposed to use his name while playing their game.

“My king?”

“Yes?” His voice was calm and collected. A sensual caress to her ears.

“Take me. Please.”

“Not yet. Turn her over,” he instructed.

If possible, the massaging of her front side was even more erotic than the one on her back. Her arms, her collarbones, her breasts, and abdomen were tended to by one woman, her feet and shins, her knees and thighs by the other. The persistent stroking of her inner thighs and lower belly had Madison mad with need.

“Your majesty?” the woman now rubbing her hips said.

“Yes?”

“Her pussy is positively dripping. Might I have a taste?”

Madison’s entire body shuddered at the thought of the woman’s mouth on her.

“No,” Adam said. “Her pussy is mine and mine alone. Is she ready?”

“I’d say so.” The woman chuckled at the writhing, moaning spectacle Madison was making of herself.

“Yes!” Madison cried. “I’m ready.”

The two women moved aside, backing away, and Adam rose from the chair. He stripped off his clothes and strode forward, so confident in nothing but his bare skin that Madison’s thighs quaked. He was so beautifully masculine. So hard and huge, and oh, how she wanted him. He stopped on the platform, just short of the bed, and stood as if waiting for some cue.

Her legs snapped open, and she didn’t care if the two masseuses watched them have sex. She actually wanted them to see how well she and Adam worked together.

“Court is in session,” a voice said over an intercom somewhere above her.