After an orgasm rocketed through me, I lay in bliss. He got to his feet and undid the top button on his pants. When his dick nearly sprang out, I wanted to get to my knees and thank heaven for creating such a specimen. The man was beguiling. Clearly, I was under some sort of spell, following him to a back room of a sex club where he claimed the cameras weren’t rolling.
“I want to fuck you there,” he said, pointing over my shoulder at the obedience bench.
My eyes widened as I remembered the name he’d given it. “What? Are you going to spank me?”
“Only if you want me to.”
Was I crazy for considering it?
“Are you in or out?” he asked.
“I want you in. I’m just not sure about that.” I glanced over my shoulder with suspicion.
“You only live once.”
“I know. That’s what I’m worried about.” When I met his eyes, I dissolved in his hungry gaze.
“We can stop whenever you want,” he said.
“Are you going to give me a safe word?”
“Do you need one?”
I shrugged. “I thought—”
“This is just you and me, not a scene. We aren’t testing your limits here.”
“Aren’t we?” I asked.
His smile was wide. “The way we will use that bench is just like on your knees in the bed. Nothing more. But if you need a word to trust me, pick one.” As I tried to think, he opened his fly wider, his jeans slipping down his hips. “Time’s up.”
He stepped forward and thrust his monster cock inside me.
“So much for the bench,” I said before I lost all reason.
Feelings and sensations overwhelmed me. The musical notes of our flesh meeting as he thrust inside me filled the room as I climbed toward the edge of desire.
After another two long pumps, he stilled inside me. “I’m not ready to come.”
He lifted me out of the straps, so I let go of the loops.
“The bench?” It was the best I could do to get any words out. I was so damn close.
“No. You’re not ready for that.” When I glared at him, he added, “You had to think about it.”
The mattress dipped under our weight as he laid me on my back. Before I could anticipate what would come next, he hooked an arm under my knee and bent my leg toward me to slip deeper.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he said, slowly kicking into gear as he ramped up his speed.
Friction did wonderful things to my insides. Every magic button was hit until I was spiraling out of control. Without giving a damn, I let out a scream that would surely inflate his ego. I owned my sexuality, and in this instance, I’d won the orgasm lottery.
Once the last of the aftershocks had disappeared, I was so relaxed, I closed my eyes for a second, speculating about what would come next.
“Are you up for the bench?” he whispered.
This time I didn’t hesitate. “Strap me in,” I said sleepily, feeling loose and limber and up for anything.
His chuckle stoked another fire in me as he scooped me up and gently positioned me on the bench. The padding was cool against my stomach. Whatever endorphins were running through my body had me smiling as he indeed strapped me in.
“Hold on,” he said.NineteenConnorThe view before me was worthy of a canvas. It was an image that would stay in my mind until I could do it justice with paint. For now, I positioned my cock at her entrance and watched as it swallowed my cock whole.
She moaned, and I nearly groaned. I’d prolonged coming for as long as I could. Seeing her bound after her willingness to do so had me teetering on the edge. But her trust deserved much more than a quick release on my part.
I rubbed her ass and fought the urge to tap it. Nothing that would cause pain. I wasn’t into that. Instead, I worked to get her there while I fought my orgasm.
“Do it,” she said.
I needed clarification, so I asked, “Do what?”
“Spank me,” she said, sounding half drunk.
I hadn’t seen her drink, nor had she tasted of alcohol when we’d kissed. But I knew the signs of subspace and seeing her there had my balls heavy and ready to explode. “Spank you, huh?”
She nodded. So I did. A light smack that left a faint pink mark. She squirmed, no doubt getting some pleasure from where her clit made contact with the padding.
“More,” she said.
I pulled my cock fully out and tapped her pussy with the flat of my fingers. When she gasped and tightened her thighs, I knew she’d gone over the edge. I plunged back in as her walls quivered around me, and I let myself go.
Afterward, I stood there, catching my breath. The woman was getting under my skin. Sex with anyone hadn’t ever been this explosive.