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  Fuck. She was absolutely sopping wet—I didn’t even have to move her underwear to find that out, as the gusset of the stringy piece of material was drenched. I couldn’t resist delving deeper. This was my first time touching her intimately and when my fingers slipped between her swollen labia, I found her clit distended and her cunt like molten lava.

  A series of sexy sounds spilled from Marie’s lips as I touched her most private parts and I was overtaken by a wave of lust so intense that I had to resist the temptation to grab her and manhandle her into a different position on my lap so she could sink her pussy onto my cock. If things progressed the way I wanted them to, I figured that one day that would be perfectly acceptable. But tonight Marie had been taken by surprise and thrown in at the deep end. She’d certainly learned to swim—allowing me to administer her first punishment in a room full of copulating couples—but I suspected that fucking her here was too much, too extreme. She’d drawn a line at taking her dress off and that told me all I needed to know. What kind of Dom would I be if it hadn’t?

  And besides, I wanted her all to myself when I made her come all over my face. The sounds she made, the smells and sweat. It was all mine. I was a selfish git, yes, but it’s how I was made when a woman got under my skin.

  I licked my lips, trying to imagine her taste, the need for it burning a hole right through me. I could smell her arousal filtering up through the warm air, lacing my nostrils like musky syrup. My mouth watered.

  I was hot, hot and turned the hell on. It was tempting to keep fingering her, to bring her to climax right here, right now. The heat around my fingers, the soft, wet noises were torturing my cock. It would be so easy, she was so up for it. Damn, so was I.

  “Oh Travis,” she moaned, flicking her head, her hair sliding over her shoulder. “Oh God, I…”

  I had to stop if I truly wanted to own that first orgasm.

  Withdrawing my fingers, I let the string of her knickers settle back between her glowing arse cheeks.

  She moaned in complaint and her feet kicked up as if angry with me.

  “Do you think you can get up?” I asked, resisting the urge to spank her again for that little bit of rebellion.

  For a moment she was deadly still, then, giving her body a shake as though she were spurring it to move, she nodded. With that, she maneuvered herself off my knee and slumped back into the chair she’d vacated earlier, sucking in a sharp breath through her teeth and screwing up her gorgeous face as her heated and no doubt very sore buttocks contacted with the chair. “Ow, and aw damn…” She pouted at me but there was no mistaking the look in her eyes. They shone and they were full of excitement—and even better—arousal. “I shouldn’t have done that. Don’t let me do that again, will you? As if my arse hadn’t had enough punishment, then I go and sit on it!”

  I gave her a gentle smile. “You were doing so well too. How do you feel?”

  She nodded as though that was an answer, then opened her mouth to elaborate. “I feel fine. My arse hurts, obviously, but it’s amazing how quickly the pain transformed into this delicious pleasure that made me feel as though every nerve ending in my body was being stimulated. As a result, I’m absolutely as horny as fuck!”

  Naturally the state of her pussy had already given me this valuable piece of information, but hearing it confirmed sent another surge of excitement to my cock. “I’m very glad to hear it.”

  I stood abruptly, then pulled her up before putting her clothing back where it should be. I silently lamented the fact I wouldn’t be able to see her deliciously reddened cheeks for a while. Pulling myself together, I asked, “Got everything?”

  She nodded so I took her arm in mine and led her quickly out, through the main room, which was still reverberating with deafening music, and into the corridor.

  “W-what’s going on? What did I do?”

  I didn’t answer, instead all but dragging her from the club and into the car park. It wasn’t until we reached my truck that I let go of her and retrieved my keys from my pocket. I beeped the vehicle open, then helped Marie into the high seat before hurrying ’round to my side and getting in.

  After making sure we both had seatbelts on, I fired up the engine and within seconds we were out on the road. I could sense Marie’s gaze on me and I forced myself to relax a little and put a hand on her thigh.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, shifting my gaze from the mercifully quiet road for a second to grin at her. “I didn’t mean to worry you. It’s just that I’m so damn horny and I have to have you now.I just didn’t think you’d appreciate it if I’d fucked you right there in front of everyone. So I’m taking you to my place. That’s okay, right?”

  She may have been my sub-in-training, but I wasn’t going to push her into anything.

  “Yes, that’s okay.” Her voice was barely above a whisper and I could only just hear it above the sound of the engine and the rumble of the tires on the ground. I figured she was a little swept away by the evening’s events, and I could hardly blame her.

  “You did really well in there, you know. You may have noticed how hot you were making me.”

  “Well, what can I say? I’ve got a good teacher.” She squeezed my hand, which was still resting on her leg, and my heart lifted. It seemed she had no intention of calling time on our little arrangement, unlike the way she had with Peter.

  I bit back a smirk. He had no idea Marie was going to turn him down when he next asked her out—there was no if about it—and the smuggest part of me really wanted him to ask her when I was there. He’d be so confident that she’d reply in the affirmative that he wouldn’t think to do it in private. Hopefully the refusal would take him down a peg or two.

  I wondered then whether she’d give him a reason. Would she tell him that she and I were dating? It wasn’t true, not really, but she couldn’t very well tell him what we were actually doing. We’d promised each other that we’d keep our arrangement confidential. I shoved the train of thought from my mind—there was no point obsessing over something that may or may not happen. I had much more exciting things to be thinking about.

  I sneaked a peek at Marie and was gratified to note she had a dreamy, satisfied look on her face. I’d done that. I pushed my foot down harder on the accelerator, but only a little. I could scarcely wait to get her into my apartment, but I wasn’t going to drive dangerously—I’d rather we got there in one piece. There was no way I was going to admit it to Marie—especially not in the current situation—but the accident had changed my driving style. I hadn’t been a total idiot before, but I was a tad reckless. Now though, I was more aware of my mortality, especially since I was still getting used to driving on the other side of the road.

  After what seemed like forever, we arrived at my building. I drove into the underground car park and put the truck into my allocated space before switching off the engine, then dashing ’round to help Marie out, noting her slight wince as she slid off the seat.

  “Thanks.” She grinned at me.

  “No problem.” My cock had fallen into a semierect state on the drive from Haven of Debauchery to my place, but with a smile and a body like Marie’s waiting for me I knew it would take no time at all before it awakened again. In fact, by the time we emerged from the elevator onto my floor it was almost fully hard at the mere thought of what was going to happen next.

  Outside my door, eagerness to get inside—both the apartment and Marie—had me fumbling with my keys. Mentally chastising myself for behaving like a hormone-ridden teenager, I finally flung the door open and gestured her to go in.

  She smiled and headed in. A second later, she let out a low whistle. “Wow, nice place. Only the best for the world’s number one, huh?”

  “Marie, this is awfully rude of me and I hope you’ll forgive me. But can we save the small talk for later? If I don’t get inside you very soon I think I might embarrass myself.”

  A flicker of amusement crossed her face, then was replaced by pure, unadulterated lust. She wanted me as muc
h as I wanted her. She nodded once, curt.

  “The bedroom’s that way.” I pointed, then was one step—barely—behind her the entire way.

  I was suddenly very glad I’d tossed off in the shower earlier. I hoped it would improve my stamina.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “The bedroom’s that way,” Travis said, then practically shoved me into a stunningly big room with a large chocolate-brown leather bed and dark built-in furniture.

  Was I dreaming? Floating? Had I taken something illegal that was giving me the mother of all highs? I wasn’t sure of the answer, but my God it felt good. My senses were alive, my heart pounding; every breath seemed to course through my body, delivering oxygen, yes, but also neat lust to each cell of my being.

  Travis strode over to the window, drew the heavy black curtains then turned to me, hands on his hips, his feet apart and his eyebrows drawn down low and determined.

  I gulped. It was an expression I’d seen on him a couple of times before. I never thought I’d see it directed at me though. In the past I’d always seen Travis Connolly glare like that just before he won a match point at a major tournament. It was his “I’m going to get exactly what I want and there’s nothing you can do to stop me” stare.

  A quiver of nerves attacked my belly, sending goose bumps skittering over my skin. They all seemed to congregate on my arse, and again I was reminded of the smarting and the sting of my dress rubbing against the sore flesh.

  “Turn around,” he said, reaching for the top button of his shirt. “Now.”

  I did as he asked and set my focus on a stack of black silk pillows on his bed.

  “Take your shoes off.”

  I slipped out of my sandals, kicked them to one side. The carpet was soft on the soles of my feet and I felt even smaller than I had before.

  “And your dress.”

  I reached for a zip at the side.

  “Did you hear what I said?” he snapped.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes Sir, Marie. You answer me yes Sir when I tell you to do something.”

  “Yes…Sir.” My voice quavered a little in my throat. Excitement certainly, but also apprehension. By saying Sir I’d acknowledged that he was in total control, in charge. I’d handed over trust to Travis and would allow him to nurture my pleasure in whatever way he saw fit.

  “That’s better. Don’t forget it again.”

  There was a rustle of clothing and I wondered how far he’d got with getting naked. It was tempting to turn around but I’d learned enough to know that would no doubt earn me another punishment.

  Instead I quickly shimmied out of my dress, letting it fall over my hips and gather around my feet. I kicked it sideways so it piled on top of my shoes in a forgotten heap.

  Clenching my hands at my sides, I stared down at myself. I’d worn no bra—the dress had an integral one—and my breasts jutted forward, nipples rosy pink and erect. The small black triangle of my G-string covered the juncture of my thighs and my pale-pink toenails looked startling against the darkly carpeted floor.

  Suddenly he was behind me, on his knees, holding my hips and touching his lips to the small of my back.

  “Oh God, it’s perfect,” he said, the breeze of his breath fanning over my buttocks. “Hardly faded at all.”

  I pressed my hands over his, relishing his tight, possessive hold on me.

  “Marie, your skin was made for this, the perfect blushing red.”

  “Yes,” I said, closing my eyes and giving in to sensation. He was spreading kisses and licks over my poor abused backside, bringing it to life again, soothing yet sore as his soft, wet tongue and his abrading chin moved around, exploring, admiring his handiwork.

  “You’re doing so well,” he said, tugging my knickers down. “Lift.”

  I stepped out of the scrap of material. “I’m going to bring you back to where we were at the club and then…” He paused, slid his finger down the crack of my buttocks and sought my entrance.

  I widened my stance. Swayed within his grip as he pushed a couple of fingers into my needy pussy.

  “And then, God, then I’m going to do everything I’ve been fucking dreaming about doing to you.” Suddenly he bit my right buttock, right in the middle.

  I jerked, let out a squeal. “Ow, Jesus Christ, what the…”

  With a rush of movement I found myself on the bed facedown, a barrage of slaps hitting my already stinging arse.

  “Oh, oh,” I cried. Not what I’d been expecting. “Ah, fucking hell.” I tried to writhe away. Fuck, it hurt like hell. My skin was so sore already. This was a new, angry layer.

  “Stay with it, babe,” Travis said, keeping me prisoner by pressing on my back with his free hand. “Just let that burn build up again, send it to your sweet, sweet pussy so in a minute I can taste how good it feels.”

  “Ah, I’m not…sure…it feels…good.” Bloody hell, he wasn’t holding back. Those damn fine tennis player muscles of his were striking me over and over. “Oh God.”

  I was on my back, he’d moved me again as if I were a doll he was playing with. He caught my mouth in a savage kiss, his bare chest bashed up against mine.

  I slotted my hands into his hair, following his movements as his kiss traveled down my throat, over my sternum and he caught my nipple in his mouth.

  “Oh Sir, yes,” I panted. That was more like it. But…but it was weird. The stinging slaps on my arse had stopped but I missed them. They really did add to the singing in my body, heightening my awareness of everything.

  “You’re so little and soft,” he murmured. “And so trusting. I adore it, I adore you.”

  I shut my eyes, arched my back. Gave myself over to his perfect brand of adoration.

  It was then I realized he was going to treat me to his earlier promise. He splayed my legs apart and then scooped my stinging buttocks into his palms. His hands were shockingly cool against my burning skin.

  “Ah, so pretty, I knew you would be.”

  I tore open my eyes, saw him staring at my pussy as his shoulders forced my legs wider still.

  “Every little crease and ripple of skin is perfection,” he said quietly, almost to himself.

  I groaned and dropped my head back again. Part of me wanted to squirm with the embarrassment of my most intimate folds being scrutinized by Travis; the other part wanted to shout at him to get the hell on with it. I didn’t dare do either in case he changed his mind about going down on me.

  After what felt like an age but was probably seconds, he set to kissing my thighs, taking his damn time about it too, considering how needy I was.

  I tightened my grip in his hair, whimpered his name and then, “Please, Sir, I need to come.”

  He chuckled. “Ah, I was wondering when you’d ask.”

  “I have to ask?” I bucked my hips upward, searching for his mouth.

  “You have to ask for permission, yes.”

  Fuck, I nearly had come earlier in the club. He’d been prodding that sweet spot inside me so wonderfully and, combined with the rudeness, the brazenness of what we were doing and the burn in my buttocks… Hot didn’t begin to describe it.

  He wriggled his tongue through the outer lips of my pussy. Not quite catching anything important, but I suspected that was intentional.

  I called out, wanting to spring forward and demand more, and also wanting to arch back and thrust. “Oh, please, can I come?” I paused and then remembered. “Sir. Please, Sir.”

  He chuckled, the heat of his mirth stimulating me further. “Since you asked so nicely.” He flicked the tip of his tongue over my clit. “But you’d better get ready for it.”

  Brilliant lights burst in my vision. My body became tight as a bow, yet floppy and boneless. Travis fucked me with his tongue, shoving into my pussy and then sucking on my clit.

  I pulled his hair, ground my hips up to him, pulled back. I wanted more, but damn it was so much. If there were a Grand Slam tournament for oral sex, Travis would definitely hold the title.
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br />   Sweet slurping sounds drifted to my ears, mingling with my own cries for more, for less. Damn, my arse hurt and he was massaging it too, adding to the maelstrom of other wild, primitive sensations attacking me.

  Then it was there, one huge climax that had built to volcanic proportions. I wasn’t sure if I’d survive it. I clung to Travis, wrapped my legs around him, dug my heels into his back. He’d have to hold me, bring me back to Earth after I was flung every which way. He’d promised he would.

  The point of no return gripped me. I bucked against his relentless tongue as the whole world seemed to hold its breath for one heart-stopping moment. And then spasms and a great flood of release ransacked me. Moisture was seeping from my pussy. I cried out, twisted, released Travis and fisted the covers.

  “Ah baby,” he said, pausing briefly then continuing to lave at my quivering sex. “So good, so wet. Give me more.”

  I dragged in air, realized that I’d forgotten to breathe. My pussy was thumping and clenching around nothing, my clit bobbing in Travis’ mouth, crushed against the flat of his tongue.

  “Oh Sir,” I managed.

  “Mmm, your cum tastes beautiful,” he said, releasing my poor swollen clit, slipping his hands from my scalding buttocks and sliding up and over my body. Somewhere in the recesses of my brain I registered that he was naked too. “I could drink you up all night.”

  I caught his cheeks in my hands, the stubble sharp on my palms, and looked up into his handsome face. He was shiny and damp, his lips red and swollen. I could smell myself, my arousal, it was coming off him in waves.

  “So how did that first little orgasm with your Master feel?” he asked, licking the corners of his mouth as if savoring every drop of my glistening moisture.

  “Little?” I was so breathless I heaved in another lungful of air.

  He grinned. “Yeah, that was just starters.”

  “Then God help me.”