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  Lifting her by the waist onto a barstool, Nolan grazed under her chin with his knuckles. “I never said members didn’t indulge in this room.”

  She crossed her legs, hoping to contain the sudden dampness seeping between her pussy lips. Ignoring his last statement, she thanked the bartender for the drink right before the distinctive sound of a hand slapping bare flesh drew her attention across the room. Long blonde hair obscured the face of the woman who lay bent over the arm of a sofa, her naked, reddened butt put on display. When the man swatting her cheeks paused and rested his hand against one bright crimson globe, her wiggling hips stilled, and her legs relaxed. Mia took a fortifying drink, relishing the immediate warmth from the strong liquor as her buttocks clenched in response to the memory of her similar reaction to Nolan’s hand on her backside.

  Nolan nodded toward the couple as he reached for his beer. “That’s Mandy and her husband, Alec. I’ve known them for about ten years. Nice people. I’ll introduce you later. Let’s check out what else is going on.”

  “I’m good down here,” she protested when he helped her off the stool.

  “But I’m not. Come on.”

  Mia blamed his hard tone, the one that brooked no argument and never failed to send a delicious shiver rippling down her spine for the way she fell into line as he steered her toward the wide, curving staircase. Gripping the cold glass as if it was her lifeline, she downed another swallow when they arrived on the second floor and the sound of leather snapping against skin followed by a high-pitched, exalted cry echoed down the wide hall. Nolan didn’t help calm her nerves when he slid a hand under her skirt and pressed against her naked buttocks to prod her into the first room on their left.

  She almost dropped the glass when Mia saw the scene taking place and it was only Nolan’s quick rescue when he plucked it from her hand that saved her that embarrassment. I definitely need to get out more, she mused, gazing wide-eyed at the naked woman sprawled on the middle of a dark walnut, boardroom-length table. Her perspiration-damp body writhed under the restraining hands of one man holding her arms above her and two shackling her ankles, keeping her legs spread wide apart for a fourth man to feast at her pussy. Another woman lay bent over a desk in the corner, her partner wielding a wooden ruler across her bright crimson-lined, quivering backside. Feminine cries resonated around the dimly lit room, the mix of pain-filled yelps and screeches of pleasure indistinguishable.

  Leaning against the wall, Nolan pulled Mia back against his chest, sliding his hand from her buttocks to palm the flesh between her legs. “This is the Executive Suite, for obvious reasons,” he whispered in her ear while pressing his middle finger between her folds just far enough to graze her clit. “I’ll bet you never imagined watching could be as titillating as indulging.”

  It was difficult to concentrate on his words or the two scenes with his calloused finger circling her nub, teasing her with light touches before retreating to brush her juices over her labia. A man seated across the room from them leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed, his dark eyes never staying still, including her and Nolan in his constant sweeps of the room. Mia’s curiosity got the better of her and she leaned her head back on his shoulder, looking up at his sun-bronzed face as she asked, “Who is that?”

  “Master Gary, the room monitor. The Masters take turns rotating throughout the night, making sure the house rules aren’t broken.”

  The man’s presence and Nolan’s explanation made Mia feel better. She relaxed even more against his hard frame and closed her eyes while trying to urge his hand into more action with a thrust of her hips. The quick pinch he delivered to one fold drew a groan of frustration and a sheen of sweat along her arms. Opening her eyes, she meant to turn a glare on him, but instead got pinned by Master Gary’s gaze. Nolan took advantage of her sudden stillness to slide his arm from around her waist and reach up to lower one strap far enough to scoop out her right breast. With a warm flush, she found herself responding as much to the other man’s heated look as to Nolan’s thumb strumming her nipple.

  Nolan’s deep, amused voice in her ear spread goosebumps over her damp skin. “I love the way you continue to surprise me, sweetheart. Public exposure can be as much fun as watching, can’t it? If you deny it,” he added when she hesitated, “I’ll bend you over the desk next to Megan and ask Master Chase to use his ruler on you.”

  Mia blanched and shook her head. “Okay, yes, it seems I’m not opposed to… a few things around here.”

  “Good enough this time. Watch them.” He followed that command with a finger-stroke down her dripping seam and over her anus as Master Chase rolled on a lubed condom, spread Megan’s glowing cheeks and pushed with slow insistence past her tight rim. “I will fuck your ass one day soon, and you’ll love it.”

  Mia didn’t know if her shaking was due to the potent carnality of viewing the other couple or Nolan’s words uttered with threatening promise. He didn’t give her time to think about it before dropping his arms, picking up her hand and escorting her back out to the hall, leaving her teetering on the razor-sharp edge of climax.

  Pointing to an open door, he said, “That’s the Wet Room.”

  Curiosity once again overrode her frustration, and she entered the next room with an eager step. Large fans whirled above, drawing the billowing steam from a bubbling whirlpool and the row of open showers up and out of the room. With the walls painted a light blue above murals of seashores and the sound of waves splashing ashore being piped through hidden speakers, it would be easy to imagine yourself on a beach. Mia was too busy ogling the couples in the showers to be embarrassed by her still exposed breast. They didn’t linger, but she knew she wouldn’t mind spending time naked in that room with Nolan.

  “Now where are you taking me?” she grumbled, wishing he would opt for a private room next. If he ended tonight without fucking her, she knew she wouldn’t give him a third chance. She could only take so much of this. It may have taken a lot of cajoling from her friends and pressure from Nolan to get Mia out of her shell, but now that she’d caved to him again after enjoying a taste of what she’d been missing all these years, she found herself eager to explore everything. If he ended up holding back from her again, maybe she would like one of the men she’d seen tonight more than him. There weren’t any who couldn’t draw a response from a woman with just a look.

  “One more theme room, this one similar to mine at home.” Nolan opened the next door and her first thought was he was wrong. This space was nothing like his at home.

  The only light came from the four corner wall sconces flickering an orange-yellow glow along the walls. There were more people in this room than the other two, putting to use each apparatus, including the dangling chains along one wall. Mia cringed and inched closer to Nolan when a whip-wielding Dom struck the smooth back of a woman bound facing a large padded X. The sub jerked and cried out, but when the Dom thrust a finger between her legs and withdrew glistening proof of her arousal, Mia knew she was a willing participant

  “Don’t even think about putting me up there and using a whip on me,” she couldn’t help but warn Nolan in a hissing whisper.

  He frowned and yanked down her left strap, releasing her other breast into his hand. “First, I was remiss in not telling you to adhere to the proper respect while here, so I won’t punish you this time for your tone.” With his eyes on hers, he slowly applied pressure to both nipples as he stated, “I’m not into heavy S/M practices and know you well enough to know you’re not either. However, I’ll caution you to be mindful of others and tolerant of their preferences.”

  Mia sucked in a breath from both the reprimand and the slight pain numbing her tips and zinging south to her pussy. Eyes watering, she leaned into his hands, biting her lip to keep from pleading for him to release her. She hadn’t meant to come across as judgmental, but she heard it in her tone nonetheless. “I’m sorry.” For some unfathomable reason, her distress seemed to stem more from the heavy weight of his disapproval pres
sing on her chest than the discomfort he caused her.

  A smile softened his face as he released her tortured buds. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, the simple words easing her chest constriction as the sudden blood flow to her numb nipples elicited sharp pinpricks stabbing into the tender tips. “Ow!” Slapping her hands on her breasts, she tried lessening the painful throbbing by rubbing them.

  “Oops, did I forget to warn you about that also?”

  “Very funny.”

  The relentless tension of unfulfilled arousal built to an aching crescendo as Nolan walked Mia around the spacious room and treated her to the same torment as the women bound on each piece of equipment. At the spanking bench, he shocked her by lifting her skirt and swatting her butt in tune with the man spanking the woman restrained. With her buttocks burning, they shifted over to a chain station where he withdrew a pair of nipple clamps similar to the ones the woman dangling was wearing and pinched them on Mia’s tender nipples. Her throbbing tips pointed the way as they strode across the room to the St. Andrew’s Cross where that sub moaned, now bound facing her Dom and enjoying the deep thrusts of his cock. Nolan held Mia in front of him and finger-fucked her sheath, timing his strokes with the other man’s, withdrawing before she climaxed along with the other woman.

  It didn’t take her long to recognize the pleasurable freedom to embrace her responses the club afforded as opposed to the constant worry over appearances dampening her enthusiasm. She could get used to this, she thought, but only if Nolan intended to end her long dry spell from intercourse. With her body humming from head to toe in arousal and shaking on the cusp of orgasm, she rounded on him before he could lead her to the next scene. “I swear, Nolan, if you don’t take me somewhere and end this waiting, I’m leaving.”

  * * *

  Nolan yanked Mia out of the room and pressed her against the wall with his body as he braced his hands on either side of her head and glared down at her. Even though he’d succeeded in getting her to the frustration level he’d been aiming toward, he wouldn’t let her insubordination slide.

  “That’s Master Nolan, or Sir. Last warning.” He slid his hands down and pulled on her clamped nipples to emphasize his point.

  She sucked in a breath with a whispered reply. “Okay… I forgot again.”

  He let go of her nipples with a sigh. Her innocent expressions of aroused surprise and her body’s blatant responses made him forget how new she was to his sexual lifestyle. Removing the clamps, he bent his head and licked over each reddened tip, her deep inhale releasing on a whoosh as he eased the aches with his tongue before nibbling his way up her arched neck to her mouth.

  “You make me forget myself, and that’s a first for me, sweetheart.” He covered her mouth, pressing his raging erection against her mound as he mimicked with his tongue what he intended to do with his cock very soon. Her low moan of eager acceptance vibrated down his throat and spurred him into moving.

  “Come with me,” he growled, pulling back and snatching her hand.

  “Where are we going?”

  Nolan didn’t answer, just tugged Mia up to the third floor and into the private room he’d reserved earlier that day. Closing it behind them, he made quick work of stripping her and tossing her onto the bed with a bounce that jiggled her full breasts and elicited a laugh from her. The neatly trimmed brown curls framing her pussy lips glistened with her arousal and when her thighs fell open, he almost drooled like an adolescent at the enticing pink swath of damp flesh waiting for him.

  “You should be careful of what you say to a Dom, sweetheart,” he said, straddling her waist before lifting both her arms above her head. After binding them in cuffs attached to the headboard, he scooted down and grasped her right leg under the knee. “You could find yourself in a position you can’t get out of without saying the safeword. Do you remember what it is?” He pulled a strap over from the side of the bed and wrapped it around her thigh.

  “Yes. Red.” Wariness entered her green eyes and a blush stole across her face as he tightened the strap enough to pull her bent leg out to the side and then moved to do the same to her left leg. She jerked, the test of the bonds deepening her red flush. “I-I’m not sure about this,” she admitted with a look of consternation.

  “I am, and that’s what matters. If you want to end this, say red. Otherwise, keep quiet so I can play. You present quite a feast, Mia.” Nolan ran his hands over her quivering breasts, down her waist and up her spread thighs, her soft skin dampening as he explored her body.

  Plucking at her nipples, he watched her eyes dilate. He reached under her ass, noting her increased breaths when he pushed his thumb past her tight sphincter. As he pushed three fingers deep inside her pussy, she gasped and shifted her hips, already begging with silent demands for more.

  Nolan leaned over to the end table and withdrew a new butt plug, one he’d placed there earlier. “I have plans to fuck your ass one day, and in order to do that, I need to start preparing you.”

  “You do?” she squeaked, eying the plug he was lubing with wide eyes. He watched her buttocks clench as he lowered the toy between them and almost smiled at her attempt to stop him. “I’m not sure…”

  “For someone who demanded my attention not fifteen minutes ago, you seem to be not sure about a lot.” Nolan rubbed the slick, round end of the plug against her puckered hole until it slid inside with relative ease. “Again, safeword or keep silent. Last warning.” He pinned her with a stern look before pushing a little harder inside her tight ass. “Not so bad, is it?” he asked when he embedded the entire three inches.

  “So, I can talk to answer that?”

  With a blistering swat on the inside of her thigh, he admonished, “Cut the sarcasm. Obviously, if I ask a question, I expect an answer.” He waited, twisting the plug as he kept his gaze on her.

  “No,” she huffed. “It’s not bad.”

  “In fact,” he palmed the damp flesh between her legs, “I’d say you like it.” Using his middle finger, he slid inside her heated pussy and circled her clit, watching her eyes glaze and her breathing grow labored.

  With his free hand, Nolan lowered his zipper and released his cock into his palm. “Do you want this? Want me?” he demanded, stroking his shaft as he continued to tease her small bundle of swollen nerves.

  “I… yes, God, yes,” she whispered without lifting her eyes from his hands.

  “Fuck, yes,” he muttered, making quick work of sheathing himself before kneeling between her thighs and pushing inside the moist, hot silk of her tight pussy. It took patience and his iron will to labor his way into her slowly enough to loosen her muscles sufficiently for her to take his full length. “Shit, Mia. How long has it been?” he ground out when he lay embedded inside her snug warmth and her slick channel folded around him like a glove.

  “Too long. Nolan, Sir, please move.”

  Was it any wonder she’d been impossible to forget since that afternoon on the sidewalk of Main Street in Whitetail? “Didn’t I just caution you about being careful what you ask for?” Rearing back, he worked his way through her tight muscles again, one tortuously slow inch at a time as he pushed deeper. Her abundant cream helped ease the foray into her hot pussy enough for him to withdraw and slam back in with more force. His thrust rasped over her clit with ample friction to prod velvet-soft muscles into clamping around his rigid length. Tight as a vise, they massaged his girth with unyielding clutches as he increased his hammering assault, pumping his climax forward way too soon.

  Mia’s thighs tensed against his sides, her struggle to either free herself or get closer drawing a wave of pleasure he relished as much as the gush of cream coating his shaft. He increased his tempo, each plunge jiggling her breasts glistening with a damp sheen, her pinpointed nipples searing his chest until he bent his head and drew one succulent tip into his mouth to suckle. Her mewls of pleasure egged him on, empowered him to go deeper, demand more from her than he had any other woman. Their sweat-slick bodies slapped together as h
e pounded between her legs, each stroke meant to drive them both toward that precipice of no return.

  * * *

  Mia’s nipples puckered so tight they hurt, feeding fuel to the fire raging below. Nothing mattered but the pounding together of their hips, the forceful thrusts of Nolan’s steely cock invading her welcoming sheath, his mouth on her breasts. She sobbed with the build-up of pleasure then screamed as it fragmented her body into a million pieces.

  By the time her head cleared, and the powerful aftershocks of her climax dwindled to small pulses, she found herself free of the restraints and butt plug, and Nolan’s hard arms wrapped around her still quaking body. Vulnerability settled over her as tears pricked behind her scrunched-closed eyes for no discernible reason. Yes, it had been ages since she’d last experienced the intimacy of sex with a man, but she hadn’t been ready until this man pushed his way past the shield she’d erected after Peter’s betrayal. Her body still trembled in damp reaction to the stunning heights he’d driven her to, forcing her to admit it was more proof of what she’d been missing out on since she lost her virginity in the backseat of Peter’s car twenty years ago that left her defenseless against the encroachment of sad regrets.

  “I have… to get back,” she whispered against his hair-roughened chest, the desire to cling warring with the need to return to the stable comfort of her home.

  Nolan leaned up and gazed down at her with one of those probing stares that made her want to squirm. And then he said the one thing sure to straighten out her thoughts. “Are you going to let the asswipe continue to hold you back, or will you agree we’re good together, and that you like what I can do for you, and,” he reached down and flicked one tender nipple with his thumbnail, “to you?”

  She stiffened beneath him and his slow smile softened his stern, dark face. “You still want to… see me?”