Ian began to fuck her with slow, long strokes, groaning behind her as his hands clenched at her hips and Courtney began to lose her mind to the sensations whipping through her. Did it hurt? Or was the pleasure merely agonizing? There was no answer, no way to answer as his thrusts began to increase powerfully in synchronization with the destructive effects of the vibrator driving her insane.
Harder. Faster. She could feel his cock shafting her ass with the same power he had used to fuck her pussy as her orgasm began to build. Her womb convulsed, her pussy tightening around the rapid whirls of the fake cock inside her as the muscles of her ass began to clench, to milk the erection filling her rear.
Combined, it was too much, and it yet, it wasn’t enough.
She began to shudder as she felt her clit swell within the ears of the device, felt her nerve endings begin to react to the sensory overload. Bright, jarring colors filled the darkness behind her closed eyes as the brutal explosion erupted inside her.
Behind her, Ian’s harsh cry was heard, but she couldn’t understand it, could barely make sense of his cock pounding inside h
er, filling her with the fiery pulses of his seed as the world collapsed inside her mind, and refused to stop. One explosion after another, on and on as violent, convulsive shudders racked her, spasming through her muscles and sending her senses rocketing with each orgasm until she could do nothing but collapse beneath him, jerking in his grip as the vibrator suddenly stilled within her and exhaustion swamped her.
Aftershocks, hard quaking shudders shook her body as she felt Ian slowly withdraw from her rear. She moaned at the sensation of her tight muscles gripping him, lust threatening to flare inside her once again as he finally slid free of her grip.
She lay still, her muscles limp as he began to release her from the harness about her hips, sliding the dildo free as a shaky moan left her lips.
“Shhh…” His voice was velvet-soft, gentle as he eased her.
Seconds later, he released the restraints then pulled her into his arms as he dragged the comforter that had somehow been thrown to the floor, back over them.
“Let me hold you now,” he whispered, drawing her against his chest as she cuddled close, drifting in a haze of remembered pleasure. “Just let me hold you…”
Chapter Ten
“We have several applications for membership within The Club unanswered. Khalid’s recommendation for the DEA agent Gray Powell and Cole’s for Mr. Armitage from Texas. We’ve also had several requests from Senator Sizemore, though to be honest, I believe he would be a poor choice. My investigations thus far on him lead me to believe he may be more a danger to The Club than anything else…”
Ian sat back in the leather chair, watching the club’s investigator from across the wide expanse of his office desk as he gave his report on the three men currently under consideration for membership.
Accepting married members had never been an issue. The Club wasn’t a brothel, nor did it supply women to the men who accepted membership. It was, quite simply, a place where they were assured of finding men who shared their tastes, their lifestyles and the various problems caused by both. A support network.
Despite the rumors currently making their way within Squire Point of a few local members, the broader base hadn’t been compromised. Yet. The influx of sudden queries for membership was worrisome.
“Cut the Senator from the list. ” It was a decision he had made weeks before, though he had followed through with the investigation merely to substantiate his own suspicions. “Continue with Powell and Armitage. If they pass the final screening we’ll issue the introductory letter and see if they’re willing to meet the initial Club fees. ”
The investigator, Cameron Falladay, nodded his head sharply, sending the mass of long, black hair rippling around his shoulders. He didn’t look much like an investigator, which was one of the reasons he was so effective.
He looked more like a biker, ready to rumble at a moment’s notice. Amused dark green eyes were shielded by thick black lashes in a face that was saved from being pretty, only by the wicked slash of a scar across one cheek. Tall and well-honed, he moved with deceptive laziness. He was lethal, one of the most dangerous men in Ian’s employ.
“Jesse reported back on your houseguest a few moments ago as well,” Cam leaned back in his chair then, his gaze reflective. “She’s currently having lunch with the Sexy Six…” The current nickname for the small group of wives who had banded together had Ian wincing. “There’s trouble brewing there. ” As if he didn’t already know that. “This makes three days in a row, with Khalid joining them yesterday. ”
Ian masked his irritation.
“She’s under control. ” Ian waved the report away as though it were of little consequence, despite the fact it had his cock tightening in frustration. “Keep Jesse on her. ”
Cam nodded briefly before making an entry into the small notebook he carried for the meetings.
“Ms. Hampstead arrived a few hours ago. She’s had Matthew prepare her room for a week’s stay. ” Alyssa Hampstead was the only female member of the group since Kimberly Raddington had dropped her membership. “There are also several of the out-of-town members present. Should I have security added to the inner doors of the Club to keep Ms. Mattlaw from the main portion?”
Ian’s lips quirked at the thought.
“Do that and she would get in or die trying,” he growled, as he rubbed at the tension in his neck. “We’ll leave Matthew in charge for now. I’ll handle her if she actually manages to get back in. She’s not so much a security concern as she is one for the peace of mind. That woman would drive a saint to curse. ”
Cam chuckled at that. “She’s a wild one all right. There’s no way she would get along with the other six if she weren’t. ”
Ian shook his head at the thought. Yes, she was wild, as untamed as any woman he had ever known. But so fucking innocent it made him want to scream in denial.
“If that’s all, I’ll get back to the fun stuff. ” Cam rose to his feet, staring back at Ian in amusement. “Armitage is having a nice little party at his ranch this weekend. I managed to get an invitation to accompany one of the guests. I’ll see what pans out there before giving my final report. ”
Ian watched Cameron turn and leave the room, closing his eyes as the door closed behind the other man.