Hooking the waistband of my panties, he tugs, and the material disappears. O moves forward and helps me out of my bra, and soon, I’m naked for them. I can’t stop my cheeks from turning bright red.
“So delicate,” Sir murmurs along my cheek. His mouth seeking mine. When his lips feather over mine, another shudder of need travels through me. “I want to break you, little one.”
“I don’t think you can break me.” My words are whispered along his mouth, and he steps back suddenly, leaving me cold and shivering. Those dark eyes have turned black as he regards me. “What?” I whisper, wondering if I’ve upset him.
But then he moves to the foot end of the bed, his hands trailing up my legs as he pushes them open. I’m wide, and I can’t stop the embarrassment creeping up my chest, to my cheeks. A salacious grin tilts his lips when O moves to my face, and the moment Sir’s mouth latches onto my pussy, my lips are teased with the wet tip of O’s cock.
“Open,” comes the order, and my mind short-circuits as I obey, feeling the smooth skin sliding over my tongue, and the salty arousal coating my mouth. I suck, as Sir’s tongue taunts my pussy, causing my thighs to tremble.
Both men work my body like experts. With O sliding into my mouth, deeper and deeper, Sir dips his tongue and fingers inside me, sending pleasure rippling over every inch of me. I’m lost in the pleasure they’re bestowing on me when suddenly, my nipples are tweaked almost painfully, which causes me to squeak around the thickness in my mouth.
A growl of pleasure rumbles down to me from O, while Sir crooks his fingers inside me, tipping me over the edge, and I can’t stop the scream from vibrating in my throat. The domino effect has saltiness coating my tongue and sliding down my throat while my thighs tremble.
The men slowly move away. O leans in to press his lips to my forehead before he rights himself, his gaze holding me hostage while the bed dips to my left and I turn to find Sir smiling down at me.
“Thank you,” I whisper, flicking my glance between the two men. “What’s wrong?” I ask when I meet the darker eyes of the man who just made me come all over his fingers and tongue.
“Nothing.” He smiles, shaking his head, but I can tell it’s a lie. He’s hiding something from me. “Get dressed.” He pushes away from the bed, and O follows. I’m not sure what they’re doing, but when O puts his hand on Sir’s shoulder, they lock their gazes on each other, and I have a feeling the older man is more a mentor than anything.
I can’t hear the words, but Sir nods, and O moves to his shirt, shrugging it on as Sir unlatches the cuffs on my ankles.
“What are you doing? I thought—”
“Let’s go and get a drink, talk, get to know each other.”
Once I’m freed, I grab my underwear, then pull my dress up and over my hips, slipping the straps over my shoulders before I stalk toward him. “I’m not a toy to be messed with. I wanted one night of freedom. If you can’t offer it to me…” I allow the words to taper into the silence that surrounds us.
“I… I don’t know if I can do this.”
“You don’t need to. I’m sure other Dominants in the club will be able to give me what I need.” Spinning on my heel, I make my way to the door. The handle is cold steel in my grip as I tug it open, but before I have a second to pull it open, it’s slammed shut with a loud bang.
Sir’s body is against mine, pressing me to the cool wood. “Nobody walks away from me.”
“I just did.” My biting tone has his chest vibrating against my back.
He presses his hips against mine, and I can’t stop the whimper that falls from my lips. His hardness is rigid against my lower back, and I can feel just how big he is. The man could break me in half. The thought has heat pooling in my panties.
“I like a challenge,” he informs me, his words trickling over me like warm raindrops, causing my skin to tingle. “And I think you like one too.”
Chapter 3
Gideon
She doesn’t move for a long moment. I want nothing more than to fuck her, but when she spins around, her body still pressed between mine and the door, I’m met with soulful green eyes.
“A challenge is something that can be overcome,” she tells me quickly. “You’re just a man who doesn’t know what he really wants.” She’s forgotten Oliver is here. So have I. He offered me a quick word of advice—don’t let this one go. And for the first time in my life, I’m heeding advice. For someone so innocent, so willing to come along, and to capture my attention is rare. Yes, there have been some beautiful women in my life, but with her it’s… intoxicating. Oliver has seen many subs and Dominants in his life, and he’s helped steer a number of couples together which makes me trust him. He can see the connection—fierce and beautiful.
For her, I’ll walk away from a night of fucking and pleasure, to get to know her, because there’s something in her gaze that calls to me. It hooks me and pulls me into her orbit, and now, all I can think about it more than just one night.
“You.” The word falls without thought from my mouth. I like the cat and mouse game. The chase is what makes me hard. It seems this little one is just as intrigued by the tension between us as I am.
“Then kiss me,” she taunts with a small smile. As shy as she is, there’s a fire that blazes in her expression. Her eyes are locked on me, waiting, her lips part slightly, and her small pink tongue darts out to lick along the plump rosy flesh.
Fuck.
“Are you trying to top from the bottom, little one?” I question with a smile.
She regards me with a curious stare. Her smile turns her mouth upward at the corners and makes me grin. The tension between us is palpable, and I want nothing more than to take her, but the anticipation is what I live for. A game of chase.
“Not at all, Sir,” she murmurs softly, and I know she’s attempting to taunt me. My cock is throbbing against my zipper. My whole body needs her, just her. No restraints, whips, and toys, but tonight is about the game.
Oliver’s hands come to my shoulders from behind, and he leans in, his mouth at my ear. “I’m waiting at the bar for you. I need you to do this.” I’m not sure why he’s retreating from the scene, but he’s probably seen something between us that I haven’t yet. Oliver Michaelson is perceptive. And that’s why he’s been such a good friend.
I push away from the door, leaving him to talk to the pretty girl. “Obey, behave, and enjoy it,” he tells her. “And don’t be afraid. This,” he says, waving his hand in the air, “is merely a room, you are in control, always. Okay, cupcake?”
She blushes deeply and nods. “Thank you, O.”
With a nod, my friend leaves, and we’re alone.
“On your knees,” I order after the door shuts and her obedience is evident when she drops to her knees in her pretty dress.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she challenges, pointing to the bed that’s sitting against the wall. “Or are you more inclined to take me to dinner first?”
“I want you aching for me, dripping down those delicious thighs before I lap all your juices from your cunt. Then I’m going to make you scream as I fuck you, relentlessly.”