limited.
She pressed her lips together to keep from saying anything and peeled off her dress, pathetically glad she hadn’t worn underwear. And there she stood, naked except for the thin black cuffs around her wrists.
His eyes ran up and down her body, and her breasts pebbled under his warm gaze. How could he rouse her with a look when others couldn’t with hands and mouths and cocks?
“You have a nice little body,” he said after far too long a pause. He rose and held out his hand. “Come then.”
Adding to her confusion, he led her away from the stations along the wall. At the end of the long oval bar, he stopped. “Cullen, I have a decoration for your bar. And can you spare a towel?”
The bartender barked out a laugh and tossed him a clean towel. “The scenery here has been boring. Go ahead.”
Bar decoration? Beth’s eyes widened, and her stomach clenched. She took a step back.
Flipping the towel open on the bar top, Master Nolan picked her up and set her on the bar.
“Sir. No, this-”
He shot her a cold look, and she bit back further protests, although more and more welled up inside her as she became aware of people watching, of their grins and murmured comments. Her cheeks flushed hot.
Sir stepped back and considered her for a moment. “Close, but not quite right. I’ve always liked the silhouettes on truckers’ mud flaps. Lean back onto your hands.” Setting a hand between her breasts, he pushed her back until her weight was on her arms.
Her breasts jutted upward, and he ran a hand over them. A jolt, then embarrassment ran through her at his casual touch. He treated her like a toy.
“Nolan, I prefer that my decorations face
Sir grunted. “Well, that’s reasonable. I wouldn’t want to annoy the bartender.” Lifting her slightly, he spun her around. Now her legs, rather than dangling off the end of the bar, lay on the bar top. He bent her knees and set her feet widely apart, exposing her pussy to every person sitting at the bar. She closed her eyes, and a tremor ran through her. She’d almost, almost rather have been whipped.
Master Raoul walked by, slowing to look at her, then Nolan. “I don’t suppose you’re serving appetizers, are you?”
“Sorry. I missed supper, so I’m going to keep this little dish for myself.”
Beth sighed in relief, then choked when Sir lowered his head to suck on the breast closest to him. She started to sit up, and he turned his head, just enough to look at her, his lips an inch from her breast, his breath warm on her wet nipple. “Do not move at all. Not one inch.”
Her fingers curled as she stilled. She kept her body stiff and unmoving as he licked her nipple and circled it with his tongue. Each stroke of his wet tongue sent sensation scorching through her, and moisture trickled down the folds of her pussy. Oh, God.
“Need your second beer, Nolan?” Cullen called as he concocted a drink.
Sir lifted his head. “That would go down well.” He turned and leaned against the bar, his elbow resting lightly on her hip. Almost carelessly, he stroked her inner thigh as he started talking to the man next to him.
The man said he was a fairly new club member… He’d joined with his wife… Beth lost track of the conversation as Sir’s warm hand moved over her leg, her waist, fingering the tender crease where her thigh met her hip.
Despite being naked, she felt as if heat waves were rising from her skin. When Sir laid his hand on the inside of her thigh and brushed his knuckles against the curls of her pussy, all Beth could do was close her eyes.
“Well, it was nice meeting you, Nolan.”
Beth opened her eyes to see the man shake hands with Sir. The man glanced at Beth and the position of Sir’s hand. His face colored slightly before he hurried off.
Beth knew her face was probably just as red. Sir glanced back at her, his eyes crinkling. His fingers brushed against the swollen lips of her pussy, yanking her attention to his touch as if he’d pulled her on a leash. As his knuckles trailed back and forth, he watched her struggles to stay still, to breathe normally.
Cullen arrived with Sir’s beer. “Here you go, Nolan. Sorry about the wait.”
“No problem.” Sir took the beer from Cullen and then looked at Beth. His lips curved into the faintest of smiles, and she tensed. What was he-
He splashed some beer onto her breasts. She jerked as the icy liquid hit. Her nipples tightened into hard buds.
Arms resting on the bar, Master Nolan slowly licked the drops away, laving her nipples until she almost whimpered. His tongue followed the trail of cold beer to where it pooled in her belly button. He lapped it up like a dog. After a minute, he returned to lick one nipple lightly, then he bit down gently, repeating it over and over until fire shot from her breast to her clit, until she had to lock her teeth over a moan. Then he switched to the other breast.
“Nolan, I’ve been hoping you’d be here.”
Sir straightened as a hefty Domme in biker clothes walked over. A short, voluptuous sub in a tight latex dress with breast and pussy cutouts trailed behind her
“Good to see you, Olivia.” As he turned to talk with the woman, his big hand closed firmly over Beth’s ankle. The Domme gave Beth an amused look, then ignored her as she asked Sir about remodeling her house to add a dungeon room.
All Sir’s attention appeared to be on Olivia, except his hand kept inching higher up Beth’s leg. His fingers traced little circles on her inner thigh, spiraling ever higher until he touched her pussy. Even then, he never looked at her, just moved enough to rest his forearm on her lower stomach. His fingers dangled right over her pussy. His dark bronze arm was a startling contrast to her pale skin, his hand so wide it covered her mound completely.
“How close are your neighbors?” he asked the Domme, even as his fingers curled, stroking through Beth’s betrayingly wet folds. Slowly, unpredictably, his fingers caressed her opening, then spread the dampness over her clit. Sensation sizzled through her nerves. Her folds and clit swelled, feeling too tight as if the skin couldn’t contain the blood rushing to the area.
He touched her clit again, rubbed briefly, and then dipped into her opening.
Her breath strangled in her throat. She tried to ignore what he was doing, tried to stop the need rising within her. Dammit, why now? Any other Dom and she’d have been fine, not even slightly aroused.
This Dom… He didn’t seem to care about her response, wasn’t even looking at her. His wet finger traced over the sensitive edge between her clit and its hood, stroking it, over and over. Pressure built within her, the exquisite sensations bringing her almost to the peak. Almost. His conversation with the Domme buzzed in her ears, only the slide of his fingers was real. If he’d just touch her… She bit her lips. Her hips tilted only the slightest amount.
He slapped her thigh. The sharp sting stabbed through her like an electric current. “Stay still, sub.”
The Domme laughed, thanked him for his advice, and strolled away. Her sub gave Beth a sympathetic look before following.
Sir turned, his dark eyes cool as his gaze ran over Beth. She held perfectly still, tried to control her breathing, pleading with her eyes,
He took a sip of his beer, another, started to set the bottle down, and stopped. He studied her again…and then he poured his cold beer right onto her overheated, sensitive clit. She gasped audibly, her legs jerking upward.
“Don’t move, sub.” She received another stinging slap onto her thigh that somehow only increased her need.
Her whole body was shaking now, her clit throbbing with need. Yet she was horrified when he lifted the leg closest to him and set her ankle onto his shoulder. He wouldn’t…
He scooted her hips toward him, bent, and started lapping the beer from her pussy. The first stroke of his tongue sent a blaze streaking through her; the next touch coiled the tension inside her higher. She heard her fingernails scratching the bar top. She tried to stay still and not move as his tongue circled her clit, the hood, the side, wiggling underneath, the other side, around and around. The tissue grew so engorged, so sensitive that every slide stopped her breath, shooting her closer and closer. The room faded. All she could feel was his tongue stroking over her, his unyielding grip on her leg.
Suddenly he thrust a rough finger into her, hard and fast, the invasion shocking. Overwhelming. Everything
