Overcome (Hidden Pleasures, #1) (3 page)

She spread her legs wider. “Hard. Oh God hard. I love it. I love your dick inside me. Give me all of it.”

The bed slammed the wall and the bedding scattered. He grunted, his stomach slapping her ass.

In a fast backward lunge, he withdrew and flipped her over. He stripped the condom off and clambered up over her chest until he knelt above her.

“I have to fuck these titties.” He slid his dick into her cleavage and pressed her breasts tight to his cock. When he got to the top of his thrust, he held still. “Suck on the head of my dick.”

The large, purple mushroom head was close enough for her to lick it in a slow circle. He shoved forward more and she parted her lips, sucked it inside. The ridge on it intrigued her, so she traced it with her tongue.

“Good girl. That’s right.” He drew back, dragging his balls over her chest.

The sensation of him fucking her tits wasn’t as thrilling as him fucking her pussy. The pleasure came from the dominance of him being above her. She captured his cock once more, and moved to take a larger length into her mouth.

The thick shaft bumped the back of her throat. She licked the underside and twirled her tongue around as much of him as possible.

“You’re a fast learner. But I’m not ready to come in your mouth yet.” He pulled his cock out and a trail of saliva dripped onto her chin. “I can’t get enough of this pussy. I have to fuck you again.”

He positioned himself between her thighs and rammed into her.

“Ah—”

“Fuck. This tight pussy is gonna milk my cum right out. You’re so damn hot and tight around my dick. I love fucking a tight pussy like this.”

She twined her legs around his waist, didn’t care that he’d taken the condom off. Everything about this was risky and new and off the charts crazy. He stroked her clit with his thumb and plunged into her harder.

“Yes. Play with my clit. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck...me....” She thrashed on the bed as she came again; barely aware he’d pulled out.

He knelt next to her face, pumping his dick with his hand. “Open your mouth. I’m going to come on your tongue. Stick it out.”

She complied; transfixed by the veins standing out in his neck and the rough way he handled his cock. White cum spurted from the slit and landed on her tongue and chest. She held her tits up in offering, recalling how he’d said he wanted to cum on them.

The hot semen spattered on her chin and tits, dripped off her tongue. It was so filthy and wicked and raw and she loved it.

When he’d finished, he stroked her cheek. “Swallow it.”

In a quick gulp, she closed her mouth and swallowed the musky, strong, bodily fluid.

“Did you enjoy the way I fucked you?” He loomed over her, his dick still half erect.

She nodded, and he gave her
a look.
Adrenaline flooded her system and she found her voice. “Yes, Sir.”

A smile was her reward and she wanted to lap up his approval and roll in it.

“Good. I liked fucking you too. I can’t wait to bury my dick in your pussy again.” His gaze seared her, and he shifted his gaze from her face to her breasts to her pussy. “I’d like to take you to Hidden Pleasures tomorrow. There’s someone I want you to meet. I think you’ll like him.” He ran his fingers through her hair and she leaned into his touch. “Shea can help you get dressed. She knows what to wear. Would you like that?”

“I don’t know, Sir.” She chewed on her lip, unsure and confused.

He was making her think, and when she thought, it was easy to argue herself out of what she wanted.

He clambered around on the bed and spooned up behind her. “Just remember, you can use your safe word.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Was he going to stay with her all night? Did he want her to fuck someone else tomorrow? She thought about asking and changed her mind. Let him decide. Sir would take charge.

She didn’t have to think.

And right now, that seemed like a good idea. When it didn’t anymore, she could go back to living the way she had been before.

T
he four inch stilettos Shea insisted she wear along with the tiny, pleated skirt, suspenders, and white button down shirt made her feel like a porn movie cliché. Her friend even insisted she lose her contacts for the night and wear her glasses instead. At least she hadn’t had to put her hair in pig tails.

Deep bass thumped and vibrated the floor of Hidden Pleasures. Red velvet wall hangings draped in sensual arrays, and careful lighting sparked off crystal chandeliers. The club wasn’t anything like she’d imagined.

She hovered behind Shea, unsure of what to do or where to go. A breeze wafted under the hem of her skirt and reminded her she didn’t have any panties on. The cool air felt good on her pussy, Luis had left her wonderfully sore from the night before.

If he took her again like he had last night, she’d be popping ibuprofen for a week.

Just thinking about how he’d commanded her, left small bruises on her hips, and the slightly swollen state of her pussy lips aroused her.

Her friend turned and grasped Ronnie’s hand, towing her along behind her. “Luis must really like you. I’m starting to think he came home with me the other night just to meet you.”

“What? Why would he do that?” She frowned.

Shea shrugged. “He saw your picture on my phone and asked about you. And I think you know that telling Luis no about anything is pretty much impossible.”

The front area of the club they were currently in was large and open. Inviting. She had never been one for the club scene. They were dark and dirty and someone was always throwing up in the bathroom or dumping a drink on you.

But Hidden Pleasures was different. Unlike other clubs she’d been too, the couples dancing moved more in slow, sensual circles, and waitresses cruised through the crowd with champagne flutes or drink glasses. No beer anywhere she could see.

As they skirted the edge of the dance floor, a woman in a red mini-dress pointed at the floor and the man with her went to his knees. She tugged her dress up, widened her stance, and he started eating her pussy. Right there in front of everyone.

Ronnie stumbled and almost fell over. Shea sniggered and shook her head.

“Get used to it, around here that’s normal.”

A wide, bronzed chest filled her vision. Not the gorgeous natural caramel of Luis’s skin. No, this was the skin of a man who tanned from spending lots of time outside with his shirt off.

A small area of chest hair centered between his pecs, and his belly was devoid of hair except for a thin happy trail. Black leather pants encased thick, muscular thighs.

“Are you Ronnie?”

She met his eyes and swallowed twice before she could answer. “Yes.”

Sandy brown hair with natural blonde highlights hung to his shoulders. Piercing hazel eyes speared her, zeroed in on her. His nose looked like it’d been broken a few times.

“Shea, Brian is waiting for you in alcove six.” His gaze never left her as he spoke. Shea might as well have been a piece of furniture for all the attention he gave her. “Go now.”

Shock registered at his complete disregard for the gorgeous blonde. Shea, with her long, slim legs, flat tummy, and high tight boobs, overlooked for short, full-figured her.

Shea kissed her on the cheek, and whispered in her ear. “Have fun, let Luis take care of you, and I’ll see you later. Don’t leave without checking in.”

“O-okay.” Trepidation splashed icy water on her. She didn’t like being left with a stranger. Especially since she was here to meet a man who was mostly a stranger. She didn’t even know his last name. How old he was. His favorite color.

A tremble flowed over her and tears threatened to flow. What the fuck was she doing here?

Shea disappeared behind one of the velvet curtains, but when she moved the fabric aside to enter, Ronnie saw a man in there, fucking a woman from behind.

“I think I want to go home. I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

Her companion took her hand and brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “I’m Gavin. Luis is getting things ready for you.” He towed her closer, dipping his head so he could look her in the eye. “Just look at me. That’s right. Good girl. You’ve never been anywhere like this before, have you?”

She shook her head no and took a shaky breath. Gavin had the same sort of presence Luis did, but not as strong or something.

Luis had looked at her and she hadn’t worried about making a decision ever again in her life. Gavin she could say no to and it wouldn’t take much will power at all.

At least, she didn’t think it would. What did she really know about herself anyway?

“Alright. Come with me. I’m going to take you to Luis.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and tucked her into his side.

Comfort spread through her, she liked this, how he showed her the way with ease and finesse. She peeked at the dance floor and saw the woman who’d been having her pussy eaten now riding her male companion. A small group of observers stood around them, watching. Some of the men openly masturbated. One had a girl in front of him, sucking his dick.

Arousal started a low burn in her gut and chased away some of her fear.

She’d come here tonight to explore what Luis could show her. To learn more about herself and her ...needs.

If watching public sex got her off she might be a deviant, but at least she’d know who she was. Maybe she wouldn’t feel so much like she was floating through life in a sea of unending beige.

Gavin ushered her into an alcove like the one had Shea disappeared into. A semi-circular bench ran along the walls, and a low table sat in the middle. Upon closer inspection she realized it was unlike any table she’d ever seen. There were straps sticking up out of it, and certain sections looked like they could be lowered.

Luis stood from his seat on the right; his gaze swept her from head to foot. “Hello Ronnie. I see Gavin found you.”

“Yes.” A stern set entered his eyes and she amended her answer. She wanted his approval. His smile and his kiss. “Yes Sir?”

“Good.” Luis slid his hand under her skirt and plunged his fingers into her wet cunt. “And you followed my rule about panties. Now we just have to make sure we get you some cuffs as well.”

She shuddered and chewed her lip. Pleasure soared in her veins, but Gavin was still there. Watching them. He watched Luis finger fuck her. She wanted to curl her fingers in Luis’s waistband and hold on to it to steady herself. Hide her face in Luis’s chest so Gavin didn’t see how much she liked him watching.

This is really embarrassing.

“I’m...I’m sorry about the cuffs, Sir. Shea didn’t have any for me.” Cuffs were a required part of the wardrobe for a sub; and she hoped she wasn’t going to be punished for not having them. The doorman had frowned at her when he saw she didn’t have any on.

Until Shea told him Ronnie was here as Luis’s guest. The big, ugly bouncer’s entire demeanor changed and they were whisked right in. Who was Luis, anyway?

Luis spread his fingers wide and curled them forward, snapping her out of her thoughts. The intensity of the move almost took her to her knees.

It felt so good it was almost painful.

“Gavin is a good friend of mine. Remember last night I told you I wanted you to meet someone? This is him. Do you like him?” He thrust his fingers in and out as he talked and she had fought to concentrate.

“I don’t know him. He seems nice. Sir.” Her ass got cold and she flinched. The back of her skirt had been lifted.

“You don’t really know me either. But you let me fuck you. Didn’t you?”

He played with her clit, and she fought to remain standing. “Yes Sir.”

“Tell Gavin your safe word,” he intoned.

“Freckles.” A warm presence crowded her from behind, and the hard prodding of a dick poked her lower back.

“Your Master is in charge, Ronnie. And your safe word stops everything. Okay?” Gavin put his hands on the sides of her breasts, over her shirt, cupping them.

“Okay.” This was all moving so fast, faster than she thought she wanted. A tremble started in her lower lip and she clutched at Luis’s shirt with both hands.

Instead of being angry, Luis smiled at her, tipped her chin up and kissed her, soft, gentle, not like the wild uncontrolled way he had the night before. “You’re such a good girl. Let me take care of you, hmmm?”

She nodded, relieved to hear the words. He knew what she needed.

“Lick me clean.” He slid his wet fingers into her mouth, and she moaned, her cunt greedy, grasping at the air, ready to be filled with his cock. She tasted herself on his fingers as she sucked him. “Now, go over to the table and lean over on it. Put your chest flat down on it, and spread your arms out to the sides.”

Nerves made her clumsy, but she managed to walk two steps and lean onto the hard, black surface. The skirt was so short when she leaned over her ass and pussy were in the air, bared for their view.

“Damn, that is a gorgeous cunt,” Gavin remarked. A finger probed her, slid into her slick heat and out. In again. She whimpered and squirmed.

“I know. Don’t move Ronnie.” Luis this time. He petted her hair and stood where she could see him. “Taste her.”

Hot air flowed over her and Gavin’s strong hands pried her legs wider. “Relax sweetheart. Don’t you like having your pussy licked?”

“Yes.” She rolled her eyes up to Luis, unsure and nervous. She’d come to be with him. Did this mean he didn’t want her?

“Address Gavin as Sir while we play.” The lines of his face softened. “I don’t share with just anyone. You like him, find him attractive, right?”

The music in the club flowed into her. She wanted this, didn’t she? To be dominated. “Yes, I find him attractive Sir. But Sir....”

Gavin joined Luis and the men stared at her. Her cheeks burned with a blush. “I don’t want to be passed around. Do you still want....”

She couldn’t finish the sentence.

Gavin removed her glasses and folded them carefully, then set them on a shelf above the bench.

“I still want you. I think you will like Gavin. We’ve been looking for a woman to share for some time, and I think you’re the right one. You’re special, Ronnie.” Luis threaded his fingers through her hair.