“Then I’m glad that I had us meet up here.”
Taking my hand, he pulls me around the balcony. We pass room after room, and I don’t know their order, so I don’t know where we’re going until he stops in front of a room that looks like it’s carved from rock. There are chains and wooden tables and a chandelier with what looks like real candles. This is a dungeon.
A thrill goes through me, and I’m wet. My body definitely wants this. The room is empty, and Hudson leads me inside to a little side room where there are cubbies and water bottles and…accessories. Toys that look like they have varying degrees of danger are hung along the walls in glass cases, everything from whips to paddles and other things that I don’t have names for. He follows my gaze and squeezes my hand. “Those aren’t what we’re here for,” he says. “You need special permission to use them, and I don’t have the key. Anyway, I don’t think that’s what you’re looking for.”
“No.” I would try it once, but I can tell from the shiver that goes down my spine that I’m not the kind of person who wants that. Nothing wrong with it. Just not for me.
“Leave your clothes here,” Hudson says.
I turn around to find him already naked, putting the last of his clothing on a shelf. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him, and I remember another one of my fantasies about him and my mouth. Maybe I can fulfill that one too. He goes out into the room, and I strip, placing my clothes next to his. The room is cold, and it might be my imagination, but I think I feel the tiniest bit of a draft. Just like a real dungeon might have. Club Deep gets points for authenticity. I can’t hear the club music in here with the door closed. It’s almost too quiet, just the sound of both our breathing.
Hudson is standing by a table. Or what looks like a table. It has many many straps and what looks like adjustable arms. This is the first time that I’ve gotten to see him naked from a distance, and I like what I see. Every part of him is long and lean and tan, and from experience I know that he’s just as firm as he looks. He turns his back to me, tugging on a strap, and I get look at his ass. I’ve never been an ass girl, but he might just convert me.
I approach, drawing my hand down his back. He doesn’t startle, just turns around. I try to mimic that sexy smirk that he gave me just a few minutes ago. “There’s one more thing that I wanted to do,” I say softly.
“I’m listening.”
“I’d rather show you than tell you,” I say. He smiles, recognizing his words coming from my mouth. That smile transforms into shock as I sink to my knees.
I grab his cock, and he grabs my wrist, “Christine, you don’t have to do that. That’s not what tonight’s about.”
Raising an eyebrow, I stroke along his skin. “I wasn’t asking permission. And isn’t tonight about what I want?”
He releases my wrist, and I see him swallow. I don’t waste any time putting my mouth on him.
“Fuck,” he groans. A long, drawn out syllable. If my mouth wasn’t completely full of him, it might make me laugh. His cock is thick and fills up my mouth as I press down deeper onto him, but he feels just like I imagined he would. I look up and find him watching me, eyes filled with lust. I pull back, swirling my tongue around him, and love the sharp intake of breath I hear. I like the way the muscles in his stomach jump as he holds himself absolutely still. Down again, and back. Sucking down, dragging my lips back.
I take as much of him as I can and wrap my hands around the rest, setting up a steady rhythm. His hands fall into my hair, fingers digging in just a little harder when I do something that feels good. He likes it when I use my tongue. I release him, starting at the base and licking him all the way to the tip like a lollipop. I do it again, and again, repeating until every inch of his cock has been touched by my tongue. And then I take him deep again and he groans. His hips thrust forward, I suck him harder.
“Christine,” he says. “Stop. Please.”
I suck back to the tip and release him from my mouth just long enough to ask him, “Why?”
“Because if you keep going, I’m going to come.”