His heart crawled up his throat.
“Look how pretty he is, everyone,” Sam said, her eyes on his. “When he sweats, those waves in his hair turn to curls, curls that make a girl want to rub herself on him.” She walked around him as if examining cattle. “And that body. Wow. Ladies, you can bounce quarters off that belly. And this ass.” She grabbed him right over the stinging part. “I just want to bite it, leave him bruised.”
He groaned, unable to stop himself. No one was on the other side of the camera, but the way she was talking was fucking with his head nonetheless, making him think of an audience, himself on embarrassing display. But at the same time, the way Sam was describing him, like he was some object for her use, was pushing those buttons inside him. “You can bite it if you want, mistress.”
She sniffed. “Of course I can, Mr. No Limits.” She trailed her hand up his arm. “And ladies, you won’t believe the cock on him. He makes such a mess, getting turned on so quick. Look at him, dirtying the floors yet again.”
He couldn’t look down to see, but he could feel how on edge he was. There’d be a puddle beneath him at this rate.
Sam stood behind him, bracing her hands on his hips. “And you should see his tight little hole. Untried, ladies. All for me. Be jealous.”
Gibson shuddered, but he didn’t know if it was fear or need. Both. It was both. Never had he wanted to be touched there, but now he felt himself holding his breath, entertaining dangerous images.
Sam drew her hands down along his sides, down his thighs. Then her leg pressed against the side of his foot. There was some sound of shuffling things. She probably had her bag of toys somewhere back there.
He swallowed hard, expecting another kiss of pain. If she was kneeling behind him, maybe she was going to use that cock ring or clamp him in some way.
But before he could brace himself for it, he felt something hot and wet against his opening.
“Holy fuck.” His entire body jolted like he’d been hit with a cattle prod.
But the spreader bar wouldn’t let him do what instinct demanded, snapping his thighs shut, and Sam had gripped his ass cheeks, spreading him wide and holding him in place. He could go nowhere. The slick heat moved over him again.
Jesus Christ. She was licking him. No, rimming him. Sweet, sassy Sam had her tongue on his ass. The whole image was so filthy, so out of bounds for him, that his brain wanted to detonate. No, his cock was going to. “Sam.”
“Hush. You take what I give you.” She kissed and licked him for what may have been the most erotic minutes of his life. She had no hesitation. No shame. Dipping low and catching the back of his balls and perineum with her tongue before returning to where she started. Now he realized why she’d made him shower, prepare himself for her. She’d already been thinking about doing this to him.
Knowing she’d had this planned only made him hotter. Sam was dirty in the best possible way. Sexy. Perfect. Sweat slicked his back, and he had to fight hard not to fall right off the bench. The sounds she was making were so fucking hot he thought he would die.
“You shouldn’t be doing that,” he panted. “I should be serving you.”
Sam’s hands tightened on him. “I enjoy hearing you moan like that, to know that every part of you is mine right now, to know you’ve never let anyone else do this to you.”
Had he been moaning? He didn’t even fucking know anymore.
“Plus,” she said, her breath hot against his skin, “I need you ready for what’s next.”
“Next.” The word was choked, half-stuck in his throat.
She shifted behind him and then cooler slickness hit the sensitive spot. Sam rubbed him with her fingers, spreading lubricant and making him moan again.
“You can’t take what I’ve got in mind yet, but you’re going to prepare for me and get this first orgasm out of the way.”
“Sam,” he begged as she pushed a fingertip inside him, lighting up nerve endings. “Let me free. I’ll c
ome for you, inside you. Let me make you feel good.”
“Stop trying to direct, Gib. Watching this is going to make me feel good. This is what I want. Now relax your muscles for me.”
Gib’s teeth ground together. Her touch was setting off every button inside him in a completely new way, but nerves clamped around his belly at the invasion. He wasn’t going to call his safe word, though. So he tried to focus every bit of his attention on relaxing. He knew how this worked. But he’d always been the one on the other side, the one in charge, the one pushing into that forbidden zone.
He took a deep breath and released it slow.
“Very good,” Sam said, voice soothing. Something blunt and smooth pushed against him. His body tried to clench. “Shh, easy. The toy isn’t too big.”
Big was apparently relative, because it felt huge to him, like the Lusitania was about to come into harbor. But if he could handle the cane, he could handle this. He would handle this. Because he could hear the excitement in Sam’s voice, and that alone was enough to dial his arousal up to boiling. He breathed out again, and the toy pushed past the ring of muscle and slid in. The full feeling was strange and new and . . . whoa.
“God,” Sam said softly, breaking the tough-ass domme voice for a second.