Taking Courage by S.J. Maylee Page B

jumped at the job offer here.” She trailed
her finger through the tiny patch of dark hair on his chest. “I couldn't pass
on the other opportunities here.”
    He
covered her roaming hand with his and pressed it against his chest, halting her
movement.
    “Are
you talking about the club?”
    “Yes.”
Her gaze landed on his growing erection.
    “Don't
stop there. Please tell me more.” He pushed her hand down his firm stomach and
set it to rest on his cock. Together their hands rubbed up and down across his
firmness. “Why didn't you visit clubs in Detroit? Why wait until you were in
Chicago?”
    “My
ex didn't want me to go.” She licked her lips and shifted her pelvis, which
allowed her a better view of their duet.
      “Ex-boyfriend?” He
stopped their movement.
    “No.”
She clamped her eyes shut. She'd opened the door, and now she had to get the
rest out. “Not boyfriend, my ex-husband.” Her hand gripped his cock. “We were
only married for a month before I came home early and found him in our bed with
someone else.”
    “He
didn't deserve you.”
    “You're
right, he didn't.” She pulled on the head of his cock, and a bead of pre-cum wept
from the tip. “I let my father talk me into our first date and our second. I
let him talk me into the marriage, too. It's embarrassing.” She tugged on his
cock again.
    “You're
doing a fine job, pet.” His arm wound around her hip and rubbed her ass.
    “Thank
you, Sir.” She inched closer to his cock and licked the head clean. He smelled
like earthy musk and sex. She drank him in.
    His
moans filled the room.
    “How
long have you been a member of the club?” Her tongue stroked from base to tip,
curling around the head. “It's okay if you're not ready to share.” She licked
the head of his cock again and took him into her mouth.
    “I'm
ready, but you have a wicked mouth and it’s making it hard to concentrate.”
    She
relaxed her throat and strengthened her suction on the next pull. He lifted his
hips and thrust into her mouth, helping her to take more of him, but not so much
that she choked. She let his hard cock fall from her lips.
    “I’m
sorry. That was probably distracting.” She kissed the head of his cock. “You
were saying?”
    “You’re
a vixen.” He ran his fingers back and forth in the cleft of her ass. “If I
didn’t enjoy getting to know you better, I’d make you pay for that.” His
fingers found the plug, and he wiggled it, awakening a new path of nerves. “On
second thought, maybe I will make you pay for that.”
    “Oh no.” She moved about
an inch away before he pulled her back into his lap. Her laughter filled the
room.
    He
had her trapped in his arms. They sat nose to nose. Her face ached under the
pinch of her smile. She leaned in and stole a kiss.
    “You
think that will save you?”
    “Maybe for a few minutes while you tell
me about yourself?” She tucked her head on his shoulder. “When did you
join the club?”
    “I
joined the club a few years ago.” He rubbed her back.
    “Have
you trained many submissives?” She bit down on the inside of her cheek.
    “I've
trained a few women this last year. The first couple moved on quickly to other Doms .”
    “What
about the last one?”
    “She lied her way into the training program. A few weeks
into her training, her husband came to the club.”
    “What?”
Their gazes met. No wonder he’d had such a cross reaction to their first scene.
She'd put salt in his wound. “I'm so sorry.”
    “She
lied to almost everyone in her life, and in the process she hurt a lot of
people. Your intentions were completely different. As soon as you realized your
omission, it only took a little prodding to get you to tell the truth.” He
stroked her cheek. “I'm the one that should apologize. I made you pay for her
mistakes. That wasn't fair.”
    “Still,
I'm sorry I brought up those memories.” She lowered her eyes.
    “I
think we are well on our way to making our own memories.” He