ANightatTheCavern (6 page)

“Are there still people out there?”

“Maybe.” He motioned toward the door, his brow arched in
challenge.

Holy cow. He was serious.

Sweat and excitement gathered between her thighs as she took
one small step, then another. Was she ready for a potentially public sexual
encounter?

Didn’t matter. She was about to find out.

The club was as silent as a church as Jorges marched her
down the hall. Maybe she’d be lucky and everyone had all gone home for the
night, leaving whatever Jorges had planned a secret between just the two of
them.

Nervous laughter bubbled up her throat. This was pure
insanity. Not even in her own home did she parade around naked and now here she
was inside a closed nightclub dressed in nothing but air with her boobs
bouncing with each step and a bronze-god leading the way with a sure grip on
her trembling hand.

Behind every sofa and loveseat, Miranda expected someone to
jump out and shout “boo!” as they snapped photos to immediately post online.
The entire situation was ripe for blackmail. Seriously. What was she thinking?

“Relax.” Jorges kissed the back of her hand. “Why are you so
tense?”

“You may find this hard to believe, but this is a new
experience for me.”

“No,” he gasped. “Really?”

“Don’t be a smartass,” she grumbled, but managed to smile
despite the jitters.

All the teasing stopped when they reached the empty dance
floor and she felt as if her limbs turned to stone. Without the pulsating mass
of bodies taking up space, the open plane teemed with naughty possibilities.
The question was, was she ready to jump into the deep end?

Jorges led her to the center and set the basket on the
floor. He twirled the metal bar like a baton then kneeled and tapped her on the
knee. “Feet apart, baby doll.”

Her breath whooshed in and out as he strapped each of her
ankles to the ends of the bar. The distance wasn’t uncomfortable, but there was
absolutely no hiding as her spread pussy was exposed and vulnerable to his
every whim.

The satisfied grin on his handsome face as he circled around
her made the muscles in her thighs twitch and her stomach roll as if she were
on a crazy coaster. The drop deepened when he pulled at her wrists and secured
them behind her back with a leather strap.

“Perfect.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Well, almost.
I know just the thing.”

Cool air brushed along her back with his swift departure.
She didn’t dare shift her gaze for fear she’d be breaking a submissive rule she
was unaware of, and since she didn’t know any, that left a great deal of
ignorance on her part.

Bam!

Two spotlights struck her dead in the face before panning
down her body. White spots floated in her vision that didn’t fade no matter how
hard she blinked to make them disappear.

“Hey, Jorges. What’cha up to?”

Oh my God!
Someone was in the club with them.

Miranda let out a startled gasp and her unseeing gaze flew
wildly around.
Damn, why won’t these spots fade already?

Holy crap. There was a stranger staring at her goodies lit
by two-thousand-watt light bulbs. Flames erupted across her neck and face as
mortification set in. Under the glare of the light her imperfections were on
display in all of their hideous glory. If her feet weren’t bound, she would
have been out of there faster than the Road Runner dodging Wile E Coyote.

“My friend Miranda and I are playing,” Jorges said. “Doesn’t
she look stunning?”

Stunning? Oh God, he was delusional.

“Oh yeah. I remember her from earlier,” the man replied.
“Man, she is hot. And ready too, I see. Fuck, her pussy looks sweet. Do you
want a third?”

She almost bit her tongue as she clenched her teeth together
to keep them from chattering.
Come on lungs, work.
In-out-in-out. At
this rate, she was going to pass out any second.

“Not tonight, Noah, but…”

But…what? What?

“You can stay and watch, if you’d like.”

That’s it. Her heart jumped into her throat. Now she was
definitely going to drop dead of a heart attack.

“Awesome, man. Thanks.”

Miranda squinted, trying to decipher man from furniture but
was only able to make out the shadowy form of the unknown stranger as he
crossed to a nearby seating area. Her knees quaked and lungs burned as she
began to hyperventilate. Over the sound of her wheezing, she heard the scrape
of wood on wood as Jorge dragged an ottoman across the floor and positioned it
behind her.

“Calm down, baby.” He cupped her face with both hands and
forced her gaze to meet his. “Breathe, just breathe.”

“I’m trying,” she gasped.

A line bisected his forehead with his frown. “Why are you so
freaked out?”

“I-I’m not used to an audience. Especially when I’m naked.”

“Are you afraid of Noah?”

She nodded.

“Ah, darling.” The gentle sweep of his thumbs against her
cheeks began to lessen some of her anxiety. “No one else is going to touch you.
At least not with their hands. But they will definitely feast upon you with
their eyes because, baby, you are a sight to behold.”

Residual terror lodged in her throat, but she resolutely
swallowed it down and nodded again, willing the tremors shaking her shoulders
to subside.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

An answer immediately sprang to her lips but she paused and
looked deep into his eyes. There in the bright depths she saw his strength and
the desire to see to her needs. That aspiration was not only in his eyes but
also in the gentle caress along her neck and the determined line of his lips.
Nothing bad would happen to her while in his care.

She took a deep breath and with the utmost conviction said,
“I trust you, Jorges.”

From behind the cloud of seriousness, his grin broke through
and was brighter than the spotlight. Lordy, that smile needed to come with a
warning label.

The tension melted from his shoulders as he let out a slow
breath and slid his hands down her front to cup her breasts. Lifting the
mounds, he bent and painted her skin with warm puffs of his breath.

“Just feel,” he said against her flesh then sucked her
nipple into the cavern of his mouth.

With lips, teeth and fingers, Jorges played her breasts like
a musical instrument, eliciting a symphony of sighs and moans as he alternated
between each straining peak.

“Look how pretty and red they’re getting.” He flicked at a
pebbled tip with his tongue. “So bright against your pale skin. Beautiful.”

Under the spotlight, it appeared as if she had taken ruby
lipstick to her areolas, which was fitting since they burned with the most
exquisite pain and soon they became so sensitive even the brush of air set off
starbursts of ecstasy. Throughout her body an ache blossomed and she swayed on
her feet. She needed touch. The bite of his nails, the scrape of his evening
stubble, the slick roughness of his tongue on her flesh. She needed.

“Jorges,” she moaned and rolled her hips, brushing her belly
against the steel ridge of his erection. “Please, Jorges. I need more.”

He let go of her nipple with a pop and straightened. His
eyes glimmered with a voracious hunger as he pushed at her shoulders for her to
sit. “I need you too, baby. I need your mouth on me. Open up.”

Without a moment’s pause she parted her lips and stuck out
her tongue, eagerly sucking in his cock as if he were feeding her the elixir of
life. Gone were all misgivings of anyone watching them. At that moment there
was only Jorges and the compulsion to whip him into a sexual frenzy greater
than hers.

Against her tongue his cock twitched as she licked up the
underside of his shaft with each withdraw. The salty tang of his pre-cum mixed
with the spicy scent of his cologne created a flavor that was uniquely Jorges.
A taste she would forevermore crave. She sucked harder, hungry for more of the
decadent treat.

“God, that’s good,” he groaned. “Your mouth feels amazing.
Can you take me deeper? Ah, yes.”

His hands returned to her breasts, his fingers plucking the
sensitized peaks and making her moan around his throbbing length.

“God, baby. Yes.” His hissed then pulled her nipples harder
with a tortured laugh. “Fuck. You make me want to come, but I have got to get
into your pussy. Stand up.”

The room spun as she struggled to stand in her bindings. Her
limbs were as coordinated as a drunken sorority girl’s. “Help me?”

A girlish thrill skittered under her ribs as she saw the
shake in his hands as he reached for her arms and guided her to a stand. Once
she was upright and steady on her feet, he retrieved a box from his basket of
tricks. From inside the box he withdrew two finely threaded chains with red and
black beads strung on the ends.

He clacked the beads together with a devilish chuckle.
“Thrust out your breasts, beautiful.”

The gentle swells shimmed as she arched her back. Jorges’
nimble fingers attached the loop of the chains around each nipple and tightened
the tiny nooses around the scarlet tips. He flicked at the beads and the
weights swung back and forth, the tugs sending arcs of kinetic energy down her
belly.

“Jorges.” Her gasp turned into a groan as he swallowed the
rest of her words with a ravenous kiss.

If only her hands were free to touch him with the same
urgency as his hands felt skating over her hips and thighs. The inability to
hold him, dig her fingers into his sweat-slickened muscles was torture.

“Please, Jorges,” she moaned against his mouth. “I need to
touch you.”

“I know exactly what you need.” He untied her hands then
maneuvered the ottoman around before her.

“Kneel,” he said as he guided her to her knees and arranged
her to lay across the ottoman. “Keep your hands on the floor.”

Without the glare of the spotlight shining directly into her
eyes, she was able to see more of her surroundings, including the pair of
booted feet at the edge of the dance floor where she had seen the unknown man
sit earlier.

Her gaze traveled up the denim-encased legs and she felt her
eyes widen as she realized his fly was open and his fist was wrapped around a
lengthy erection. A white t-shirt was pulled up, exposing flat abs that flexed
with the steady pumping of his hand. When she was finally able to wrench her
gaze away from his moving hand, she looked at his face and gasped in surprise.
The man seated comfortably in a loveseat was the young bartender who had served
her cosmopolitans earlier in the evening. So this was the mysterious Noah.

Their gazes collided and his smile curled. With a shift of
his hips, he adjusted in his seat, opening his knees wider and really settled
into his groove.

“Ah,” she screamed as Jorges suddenly thrust a hard object
into her sex.

“Easy, baby doll,” he cooed. “It’s only a dildo. And a thin
one at that.”

Yeah, only a dildo. That he wielded like a magic wand. He
was a wicked wizard rubbing and stroking the hidden nerve endings in her sheath
until she burst into flames. The fire cooled as she felt icy drips of liquid on
the dark star of her ass.

“Jorges?” She tried to look at him from over her shoulder.

“I’ve got you, Miranda.” He eased his thumb into the tight
hole. “You can take anything I give you.”

Her cries bounced against the acoustical walls of the club
in an erotic, writhing cadence. The pitch raised an octave when he replaced his
thumb with the dildo then hit a crescendo in a high C when he drove his cock
deep into her core.

Where she had expected pain there was only the most intense
pleasure, a cleansing fire that stripped her down to her essence.

As Jorges slammed into both of her holes, her body rocked
and the weights hanging from her nipples swung widely, pulling at her breasts
as if they were another set of fingers.

“Lift her head,” a voice shouted from the right. “We want to
see her face.”

Jorges’ fingers slid along her scalp then curled in the
strands of her hair and pulled. The sharp tug sent a fiery frisson of pleasure
from her head to her rippling sheath.

Before her Noah watched them, his features a firm mask of
lust and restraint as his forearm pumped in time to Jorges’ thrusts.

Did Jorges have that same look on his face? If she turned
her head would she see his eyes fierce and burning with a salacious fever?
Would the skin over his cheeks be tight and pink with his passion? Judging by
the words of encouragement pouring from his lips, she knew he was as enthralled
by the grip of lust as she was.

“So good. Fuck, Miranda. You feel so fucking good.” The
strangled cadence of his words made her cunt lock down tight around his
shuttling cock. “If only you could see how beautiful you look. What all of
these men are seeing right now.”

From the dark she felt their gazes on her bouncing breasts
and the ripple of her ass as Jorges took her faster. She heard their heated
pants and moans and felt the heady power that came with being put on display
for their pleasure. It was like earlier when Helene had danced on that sparkly
stage. The dancer’s confidence and innate sensuality had them all enthralled,
and now it was her turn to be captivating.

She
was
beautiful. She
was
sexy. She
was
desirable.

All the emotions gathered in her center and erupted in a
volley of fire. The wave was so great, so all-consuming, she feared drowning
until she locked eyes with Noah, whose teeth were bared with his impending
orgasm. Her jaw dropped open as she sang out her rapture loud and clear,
sharing her pleasure with all in the room.

As her cry died down, Noah tipped his head back and let
loose with a stream of cum that splashed onto his belly while Jorges’ shout
echoed across the dance floor as he joined her in sweet oblivion.

Under his twitching body she melted and a sublime sucking
sensation settled between her thighs as her channel milked his shaft. As the
fireworks faded in her vision, in the deepest recesses of her mind she could
hear wolf whistles and applause from the small audience.

“Jorges,” she croaked from a dry throat. “Jorges.”