abandoned her ardent admirers without a backward look and saw Fred’s eyes heat as he watched the byplay. She couldn’t have made it more clear who she wanted to be with.
She sat on his lap, putting her arms around his neck. “You don’t need to work to keep my attention. I’ve given it to you for months now,” she said.
“I don’t want to be only your friend. I’m not some sexless—”
She laughed.
“Is that what you are—sexless?”
“Wench.” He slapped her rump and her eyelids fell. He rubbed the heat mark his palm had left. The squeeze and pressure of his fingers had her panting. He watched her, the pointing tips of her nipples, the flush over her chest, her hot, succulent body currently rubbing urgently against his knee. “If I decided you wouldn’t get to come tonight, what would you do?”
“I would be very, very desperate.”
He palmed her ass, massaging it intensely so that she trembled, thinking she might climax just from those rough hands rasping against her skin. “But you wouldn’t pout. You’d accept.”
“You’re teaching me to accept,” she said, holding his gaze. “You’re training me, aren’t you? As much as Taz is training you.”
He gave a brisk nod that sent another whip of heat through her clit.
“What will you do with me when I’m trained?”
His fingers delved into her pussy, caressing her folds so she moaned, unable to stop herself from thrusting against his hand. She was feverish with the need to come, but she wanted to come for him, not just for herself. She wanted him to watch her, to know that at the height of her moment, she performed for him.
“Anything I want.” One finger penetrated her and she gasped. “Men adoring you should be old hat to you.”
“You’re making everything new, exposing…me.” And it hurt, to be opened so much, to have all these raw emotions rise up. Why was it happening? It was just kinky sex, wasn’t it?
Humour lit his eyes. “In more than one way. Take off the lingerie and plaster yourself against the coffee table.”
Panting, she wobbled to her feet. Her pulse was racing, sending impulses that fired like a drug through her system. She barely managed to tug off the bra.
Fred didn’t help her at all, but just watched her lazily, his gaze focusing on her shaking hands.
She was conscious of the other men watching as well, of the want in their eyes. She put her fingers under the panties and dropped them, then freed her hair.
Completely nude, she leaned over the coffee table, feeling its hard surface against her breasts, how it plumped them up and made her more conscious than ever of her female curves, how the position raised her ass.
Taz reached over and ran a hand down that ass, as if to remind her of her place. Even that little sting of humiliation did nothing but make her wetter, hotter, so that she shifted restlessly against the table.
What would Fred decide to do to her like this? Would he command one of the men to discipline her? Would she be ordered to suck one of them off? Or would she be fucked?
The last thought made her hands curl into the wood like claws.
“She’s primed,” Taz said.
“She’ll get what she needs, in my way, in my time.” Fred was on his feet. Dharma turned her head to look up at him. Please , her eyes begged him.
“Hold still,” he warned her. “Don’t move, you’re beautiful like this.”
She nodded, her throat too dry for speech.
He inserted his leg between hers then lifted it so his boot brushed against her weeping sex. “Feel that?”
She closed her eyes. Her body was screaming. “Oh, yes.”
He put his boot back down on the floor and she couldn’t help shuddering in disappointment.
“Drop down, press your body against it.”
There was something so intimate about this, about Taz and the other two men watching as she lowered herself so she was sitting on one of Fred’s boots. His leg between hers felt vaguely threatening and completely domineering.
“Polish
She sat on his lap, putting her arms around his neck. “You don’t need to work to keep my attention. I’ve given it to you for months now,” she said.
“I don’t want to be only your friend. I’m not some sexless—”
She laughed.
“Is that what you are—sexless?”
“Wench.” He slapped her rump and her eyelids fell. He rubbed the heat mark his palm had left. The squeeze and pressure of his fingers had her panting. He watched her, the pointing tips of her nipples, the flush over her chest, her hot, succulent body currently rubbing urgently against his knee. “If I decided you wouldn’t get to come tonight, what would you do?”
“I would be very, very desperate.”
He palmed her ass, massaging it intensely so that she trembled, thinking she might climax just from those rough hands rasping against her skin. “But you wouldn’t pout. You’d accept.”
“You’re teaching me to accept,” she said, holding his gaze. “You’re training me, aren’t you? As much as Taz is training you.”
He gave a brisk nod that sent another whip of heat through her clit.
“What will you do with me when I’m trained?”
His fingers delved into her pussy, caressing her folds so she moaned, unable to stop herself from thrusting against his hand. She was feverish with the need to come, but she wanted to come for him, not just for herself. She wanted him to watch her, to know that at the height of her moment, she performed for him.
“Anything I want.” One finger penetrated her and she gasped. “Men adoring you should be old hat to you.”
“You’re making everything new, exposing…me.” And it hurt, to be opened so much, to have all these raw emotions rise up. Why was it happening? It was just kinky sex, wasn’t it?
Humour lit his eyes. “In more than one way. Take off the lingerie and plaster yourself against the coffee table.”
Panting, she wobbled to her feet. Her pulse was racing, sending impulses that fired like a drug through her system. She barely managed to tug off the bra.
Fred didn’t help her at all, but just watched her lazily, his gaze focusing on her shaking hands.
She was conscious of the other men watching as well, of the want in their eyes. She put her fingers under the panties and dropped them, then freed her hair.
Completely nude, she leaned over the coffee table, feeling its hard surface against her breasts, how it plumped them up and made her more conscious than ever of her female curves, how the position raised her ass.
Taz reached over and ran a hand down that ass, as if to remind her of her place. Even that little sting of humiliation did nothing but make her wetter, hotter, so that she shifted restlessly against the table.
What would Fred decide to do to her like this? Would he command one of the men to discipline her? Would she be ordered to suck one of them off? Or would she be fucked?
The last thought made her hands curl into the wood like claws.
“She’s primed,” Taz said.
“She’ll get what she needs, in my way, in my time.” Fred was on his feet. Dharma turned her head to look up at him. Please , her eyes begged him.
“Hold still,” he warned her. “Don’t move, you’re beautiful like this.”
She nodded, her throat too dry for speech.
He inserted his leg between hers then lifted it so his boot brushed against her weeping sex. “Feel that?”
She closed her eyes. Her body was screaming. “Oh, yes.”
He put his boot back down on the floor and she couldn’t help shuddering in disappointment.
“Drop down, press your body against it.”
There was something so intimate about this, about Taz and the other two men watching as she lowered herself so she was sitting on one of Fred’s boots. His leg between hers felt vaguely threatening and completely domineering.
“Polish
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