Chapter 25
Saffi
Christ, this guy was something. I’d forgotten all about work and the reason I was there to begin with. And I did not give a damn. Everything else was irrelevant.
All I knew was that I was in a sex club that nobody knew about with a man I’d met only once, bent over with my legs spread wide open.
I couldn’t see a damn thing with the blindfold he put on me, but then I didn’t need to. For some crazy reason I trusted him.
Was it that I finally got to experience his lips on mine? His kiss was strong but tender, and so massively sexy it left me lightheaded. And when they traveled south to my pussy, well, I nearly lost my mind.
Now I was bent over, and had a pretty good idea of what was coming.
Smack.
Okay, I wasn’t expecting that.
He’d spanked my ass and god, it stung. But the pain dissolved when he smoothed his palm over my red-hot skin. When I was relaxing into his soothing touch, there came another.
Smack.
His slap fell on the other side of my ass, leaving me with watering eyes and a brand new burning pain that grew until he resolved it with the very same hand that had caused it.
I’d never been spanked, and the strange thrill of letting someone give me pain, then take it away, was dizzying. The power in it was staggering and I couldn’t explain why, but it made me feel so close to this man whose face I’d never seen, and who I barely knew.
I squirmed to stand, but his hand in the middle of my back kept me down. I didn’t mind.
“Relax, B.”
His fingers slipped between my legs again, and ran up and down my slit. I gasped and arched my back, pushing into his strokes. While I tried to keep my thoughts straight, my breath grew ragged and I couldn’t stop my head’s bucking. In spite of being pinned, I forced my legs further open. I fell into an orgasm that crashed through me in powerful shudders, leaving me weak and only partly aware of where I was or who I was with.
Before I came down completely from my orgasm, G dragged some of my juice up to my asshole.
Oh god.
He ran his finger over my opening, prolonging the shivers my climax had left me with. My toes curled inside my shoes and I pushed my ass higher for more.
I felt like a slut, and I goddamn loved it.
“You good, B? You like having your asshole played with?”
“Mmmm,” was all I could manage.
“How do you like this?” His finger pushed inside me, and while I couldn’t be sure how deep he went, I gasped from the painful burn.
“You okay?”
I could only nod. For some reason, I wanted more.
A drawer opened and closed and I could only guess he’d gotten ahold of some lube, because a warm moisture eased the friction of his finger. The burning subsided, replaced with a craving for more. He worked his finger deeper, pumping in and out, and joined it with another one.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I reached for my clit and worked it until I convulsed again in orgasm, writhing on the table with my ass full of his fingers.
Holy shit, I’d never felt anything like it.
Behind me, G’s breath grew raspy and his groans louder as I realized he was stroking himself.
Suddenly, warm cum drenched the crack of my ass as he shot his load all over me.
“Fuck,” he murmured.
His hot semen dribbled over my ass and down my thighs to mingle with my own juices. Christ, I was a mess.
“Stay there.”
He’d gotten a towel, which he used to gently mop me up. I was still blindfolded, but the room smelled of my perfume and our animal rut. With two hands, he helped me slowly straighten. He pulled my skirt down over my hips and led me to the settee where he embraced me as we both recovered.
“G?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I take the blindfold off?”
“You can. But first, I want to put my mask back on.”