it.”
With a whimper she began to work herself against the leather. At this point she was so aroused she didn’t care if she looked like a needy little sub. She was. Somehow this wasn’t an amusing game they were playing anymore. She was changing, like she was a rose and petal by petal Fred was opening her, claiming every part of her.
“You’d fuck yourself against anything right now if I told you to do it,” Fred said.
The truth was crude, a slap, but it only made her work harder. What if he took that boot away? She’d been teased to the point of pain. She needed to come, would do anything to come right now.
“Slow down.”
She moaned in protest but managed to jerk her body to a halt. Shivering, she held position, but when he didn’t remove the boot, she began cautiously to move again.
“I think you need something in your mouth.”
She thought she guessed what would happen next, but Fred, as always, was not predictable.
Taz lifted something from the table. It was chocolate, shaped like a penis.
Chocolate…
“It’s carob,” Fred whispered, as if he wanted to soothe her. “Safe for my pet.”
She opened her lips and Taz fed it slowly into her mouth. She felt the avid gazes of all the men in the room as she closed her eyes and savoured the treat as if she were sucking cock.
It was easier to bear the pain of her need with her attention diverted to pleasing Fred. She nibbled gently, letting Taz thrust in and out of her mouth, while barely moving her pussy against Fred’s boot.
Suddenly time seemed to stretch, where the suspension of her pleasure was exquisite and she wanted it to go on and on. Her body felt heavy, rooted to the floor while her head was almost spacey. Incredible peace weighed her limbs. She was totally focused on sucking the carob treat with its hint of cinnamon, the smooth melt in her mouth, milky on her tongue.
Her heavy eyes opened and she looked up at Fred. Would it be his body she pleasured the next time they did this? She licked her lips, and he shuddered.
“Christ!”
He lifted his boot, nudged her sharply. She came instantly, but even the obedient contractions of her body felt warm and removed, as if she was somewhere higher, floating, while being totally in this moment.
Her pleasure was like spikes of a sea urchin, spreading out, flaring in incredible colours against the backs of her closed eyelids. When it was finally over she collapsed like a puppet with cut strings.
Blinking, she felt the carpet mashed against her face. She was lying on the floor and Fred was cursing, checking out her head.
“I don’t think she hit it when she fell,” Taz said.
“I’m sure she’s okay. It’s a thick rug,” another voice said.
All she could do was look up, holding Fred’s worried gaze. She couldn’t smile, she couldn’t seem to reassure him. Floating…
He swung her up into his arms. “Baby, please be okay.”
She closed her eyes, aware of him carrying her, aware when they left the club and the cool evening breeze brushed her skin. He hadn’t bothered redressing her, just ran with her to his truck. He put her in the passenger seat, buckled her in then took off his sport coat, throwing it over her. His eyes were scared, his hands gentle.
“F-Fred.”
He climbed into the driver’s side.
His face was white and tense.
“’Mmmm okay.” I’m okay. Don’t…worry.
“Dharma?”
It was like lifting a house, but she managed to flop a hand against his thigh.
“You aren’t hurt? I can take you to the ER.”
She remembered the last time she’d gone there. Fred had been waiting for her when the doc had checked her out. He’d driven her home and stayed the night on her couch, not wanting to leave her alone in case her arrhythmia reoccurred.
“Isss not m’heart.”
He stared at her.
“Feel…really good.”
He squeezed his eyes shut.
Taz tapped on the driver’s side window. Fred released it down.
Taz was looking at her, examining her face with an
With a whimper she began to work herself against the leather. At this point she was so aroused she didn’t care if she looked like a needy little sub. She was. Somehow this wasn’t an amusing game they were playing anymore. She was changing, like she was a rose and petal by petal Fred was opening her, claiming every part of her.
“You’d fuck yourself against anything right now if I told you to do it,” Fred said.
The truth was crude, a slap, but it only made her work harder. What if he took that boot away? She’d been teased to the point of pain. She needed to come, would do anything to come right now.
“Slow down.”
She moaned in protest but managed to jerk her body to a halt. Shivering, she held position, but when he didn’t remove the boot, she began cautiously to move again.
“I think you need something in your mouth.”
She thought she guessed what would happen next, but Fred, as always, was not predictable.
Taz lifted something from the table. It was chocolate, shaped like a penis.
Chocolate…
“It’s carob,” Fred whispered, as if he wanted to soothe her. “Safe for my pet.”
She opened her lips and Taz fed it slowly into her mouth. She felt the avid gazes of all the men in the room as she closed her eyes and savoured the treat as if she were sucking cock.
It was easier to bear the pain of her need with her attention diverted to pleasing Fred. She nibbled gently, letting Taz thrust in and out of her mouth, while barely moving her pussy against Fred’s boot.
Suddenly time seemed to stretch, where the suspension of her pleasure was exquisite and she wanted it to go on and on. Her body felt heavy, rooted to the floor while her head was almost spacey. Incredible peace weighed her limbs. She was totally focused on sucking the carob treat with its hint of cinnamon, the smooth melt in her mouth, milky on her tongue.
Her heavy eyes opened and she looked up at Fred. Would it be his body she pleasured the next time they did this? She licked her lips, and he shuddered.
“Christ!”
He lifted his boot, nudged her sharply. She came instantly, but even the obedient contractions of her body felt warm and removed, as if she was somewhere higher, floating, while being totally in this moment.
Her pleasure was like spikes of a sea urchin, spreading out, flaring in incredible colours against the backs of her closed eyelids. When it was finally over she collapsed like a puppet with cut strings.
Blinking, she felt the carpet mashed against her face. She was lying on the floor and Fred was cursing, checking out her head.
“I don’t think she hit it when she fell,” Taz said.
“I’m sure she’s okay. It’s a thick rug,” another voice said.
All she could do was look up, holding Fred’s worried gaze. She couldn’t smile, she couldn’t seem to reassure him. Floating…
He swung her up into his arms. “Baby, please be okay.”
She closed her eyes, aware of him carrying her, aware when they left the club and the cool evening breeze brushed her skin. He hadn’t bothered redressing her, just ran with her to his truck. He put her in the passenger seat, buckled her in then took off his sport coat, throwing it over her. His eyes were scared, his hands gentle.
“F-Fred.”
He climbed into the driver’s side.
His face was white and tense.
“’Mmmm okay.” I’m okay. Don’t…worry.
“Dharma?”
It was like lifting a house, but she managed to flop a hand against his thigh.
“You aren’t hurt? I can take you to the ER.”
She remembered the last time she’d gone there. Fred had been waiting for her when the doc had checked her out. He’d driven her home and stayed the night on her couch, not wanting to leave her alone in case her arrhythmia reoccurred.
“Isss not m’heart.”
He stared at her.
“Feel…really good.”
He squeezed his eyes shut.
Taz tapped on the driver’s side window. Fred released it down.
Taz was looking at her, examining her face with an
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