A shudder went through her body as he worked two fingers inside her pussy, stretching unused muscles and stroking over neglected nerve endings until Leslie spasmed with a gush of responsive cream.
“Nice.” Kurt shifted up to whisper in her ear. “Now, let’s work together to make it even nicer.”
His voice seeped inside Leslie, the dark room enhancing the deep rumble. Then he leaned back, grabbed her hips, pulled her to her knees and grasped her right hand off the rail above her. He didn’t give her time to think about the odd position of holding one arm above her in a tight grip with her face and chest flat and hips levered as he drew her hand down between her legs, his next command heating her blood to the boiling point.
“Use one finger on your clit while I continue exploring. You have a nice tight pussy, and I want to feel you squeezing my cock again in a minute.”
Twisting her head, Leslie could barely make out his shape kneeling behind her as he guided her middle finger between her folds along with his. “This is…” Embarrassing, Exciting. Disturbing. Arousing. She rasped her swollen clit, the brush of his finger alongside hers conjuring up all of those emotions. He thrust and stroked as she twirled around the bundle of sensitive tissues.
“This is what? New?” Kurt brushed over her clit with her. “Exciting? Because it is for me. Keep going.”
She bit her lip as he pulled out of her just when her sheath convulsed in small spasms, the clutches heralding a climax his withdrawal put on hold. Groaning in frustration, she plucked at her clit, struggling to hold back until he joined her again.
“Good girl.” Gripping her wrist, he pulled her hand back and pushed through her slick folds to take its place. She sighed as he stretched and filled her with one deep thrust then gasped as he instructed, “Press your clit against my cock as I fuck you. Like this.” Wrapping one hand around her hip, he held her still, rooted out her clit and pressed it against his thick erection as he pumped inside her. “Now, you take over.”
Leslie thought there wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen or tried in the three years she’d enjoyed exploring alternative sex, but she’d thought wrong. Sparks shot from her nub straight up her core as he pummeled her depths with deeper, harder plunges, the tight press of those sensitive tissues against his rigid hardness unlike anything she’d experienced before. The warmth of his flesh seeped through the condom, his steely length almost painful as he rasped back and forth, abrading her clit. Tremors erupted deep inside her as his cock jerked, the onset of her orgasm bathing his shaft with a slick gush. Her muscles squeezed in uncontrollable spasms as she rode out the pleasure with as much force as he rammed into her with his own climax.
Their heavy breathing resonated in the room, her soft cries mingling with his guttural grunts and low curses. Leslie basked in the mindless ecstasy, the rough possession and the temporary escape she’d needed from her loneliness.
The water started to cool, pulling Leslie out of her daydream of that night. Maybe returning to the club tonight was what she needed to put Kurt and her only one-night stand behind her. Would spending a few hours seeking another temporary relief from her loneliness be worth the face-to-face reminders of what she would never have? She honestly didn’t begrudge her friends’ newfound happiness, and she had to move on some time, needed to come to terms with her fate regardless of the pain. Unless Edwin Glascott and his sons either all keeled over or had a change of heart concerning her part in putting Jason and Jake behind bars for the next forty years, she was stuck living without a commitment to either friendships or a relationship.
Cursing the family who thought their wealth meant they could do as they pleased without consequences, she decided the only way to put one unforgettable night behind her was to replace it with something just as intense, just as pleasurable.
By the time Leslie turned off the highway onto the narrow, tree-lined dirt road that led to the club later that night, those pesky doubts were starting to intrude again. For almost three years she’d looked forward to the weekends and the hours she would spend at the converted barn. But as she reached the gravel parking area in front of the two-story structure nestled in a wide copse, she spotted the Dunbars walking in togeth
er. Parking behind two rows of other vehicles, she watched Cade sling an arm around Sydney and pull her close as he opened one of the double-wide doors. Even from several feet away, sitting in the dimly lit lot, Leslie could make out the redhead’s smile. Connor and Tamara followed them, Connor’s laugh sifting through her open window. The swat he delivered on his wife’s butt must have been in playful retaliation for whatever she’d said since it drew a giggle from Tamara instead of a painful gasp.
No matter how often she played with a Dom, or how much pleasure she reaped from a scene, she would never enjoy the fruits of a close bond, one that made such moments so spontaneous and fun. As she changed her mind and pulled back out, Leslie vowed to come to terms with her life as it was now. With her thirty-fifth birthday coming up in November, the time for wishing she could change the past was long over. There must be a way to reconcile with her fate without being so petty as to stay away from people she’d come to like just because their circumstances had changed for the better. She would work hard at finding it and then come back, when she was sure she could do so without envying others.
Nan slid out of Dan’s truck and turned to watch the small Mazda exit the parking lot. Frowning, she glanced from the taillights to her fiancé. “Wasn’t that Leslie?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t get a good look. Why?” Clasping her elbow, he steered her toward the doors.
“I’m pretty sure it was.” Puzzlement and worry tightened her muscles. “She hasn’t shown up here for several weeks, and now she’s leaving without coming in. I wonder what’s going on with her.”
Dan’s lips quirked as he gazed down at her with warm dark brown eyes. No matter how he looked at her, she never failed to respond with a rush of pleasure. After all the Doms she’d enjoyed playing with the past five years, he was the only one who still did it for her in every way, on every level.
“I’m sure if she wants to confide in anyone here, she will.”
“Maybe. She’s always kept from getting too close to anyone, too involved with any of us girls, or you Doms. It might be time for a shopping trip to Billings.” Entering the club’s playroom from the foyer, a familiar thrill shot through her as the sounds and scenes of the kinks she got off on resonated around the cavernous space. Nodding toward a table close to the bar in the center of the lower level, she said, “There’s Sydney and Tamara. Do you mind if I join them for a few minutes, Sir?” Falling into submissive mode here at The Barn always came easily despite her natural, independent nature when away from the sex-charged atmosphere.
“Go ahead.” Dan nudged her forward with a hand on her butt. “Meet me at the bar in fifteen minutes.”
As Nan watched him stroll across the room, his tall, broad shouldered, slim-hipped frame and tight buttocks showcased in snug denim made her itch to call him back and get started on scratching. But first, she intended to enlist help tracking down Leslie, and her reason for staying away. It wasn’t that long ago she’d learned the hard way that keeping her distance from those who cared about her wasn’t the best way to work through a difficult time. She and Leslie weren’t close, not like she was with her best friend, Tamara, and now Sydney and Avery. But she still didn’t want her to make the same mistake Nan had months ago.
“Oh, we have got to go shopping again. I want something like that.” Sydney eyed Nan’s latex, thigh-high stockings that showcased her long legs below her matching leather thong and corset set with envy.
Sliding into a chair, Nan crossed her legs with a smirk. “Caden would swallow his tongue. I’ll show you where you can get something similar. In fact, that’ll fall right in with what I want to run by you two, and Avery when she gets here. I think I just saw Leslie leaving. Did she even come in?”
Tamara shook her head. “She wasn’t inside when we got here about ten minutes ago. It’s still early and no one has ventured upstairs yet, so we likely would have seen her. I wonder what’s going on with her.” Concern clouded her gray eyes.
“Yeah, me too. So, intervention time?” Nan asked both of them.
Sydney shrugged and sent a sly glance toward Tamara. “Why not? We butted in with Tam. May as well nag Leslie about whatever has kept her away.”
Nan flipped Tamara a grin and then said, “I can do Wednesday since I close early. I know she teaches, so we can shop first then pick up something to eat and show up at her place. One of you will have to get her address from the club’s membership form.”
“No warning ahead of time? I like that but she may not,” Sydney warned. “You’ve known her the longest, Nan.”