“Being told what to do and knowing someone could see what we’re doing.” I nip her jawline and tug on the piercing. She shudders against me, fingernails sinking deeper into my skin. “What else are you into?”
I make sure to nip every inch of her jaw. When I reach her chin, I bite down hard, earning a groan from her, but I know she enjoyed it because she moans a second later.
“We’re hardly doing anything and I’m not wet.”
“If I lift your skirt right now, you won’t be dripping wet?”
As my lips drop to her throat, I feel it bob. “So you’re playing with my nipple and I moaned; that doesn’t mean I’m wet.”
“You’re not a very good liar.”
“Never said I was,” she quips, her breath choppy and fingers hooked to my waist so hard, I’m surprised she hasn’t punctured the skin.
“So maybe you’re not wet.”Oh, I know she is.“Tell me, what gets you off?”
“Since you think you know everything…” Her words derail as a moan claws its way out when I release the piercing and flick the tip of my finger over the stiff peak. “Why don’t you tell me what you think gets me off.”
“I might make a shitty guess, and I really don’t want to make assumptions.” My hand holding her hair tightens as I feel her nail brush my raging hard-on through my jeans.
“Guess.” I hear the smile and taunt in her voice.
She’s testing and playing with me. I should stop because I’m afraid of what’s going to happen in the next few minutes if she keeps stroking my erection.
I breathe, my dick throbbing, and roll my eyes back. I snuff out any space left between us from the waist down. She slips her hand away, letting me press my cock against her.
“You like being used and told what to do.” I trail my finger across her tit, feeling the lace sewn on the deep V of her top. I curl it under the fabric and drag it back, baring her entire breast to me.
She gasps but doesn’t slap my hand away. She only watches, her breath coming out in quick bursts.
“Beautiful.” I stroke her deep rose–colored nipple, eyes fixed on the silver barbell pierced right through it and the goose bumps surrounding it. Her tit isn’t huge, but it’s not small either. She’s perfect, like she was made for me and only me. “And slutty.”
She presses her lips together and rolls them, then clenches her legs. Interesting.
“Do you like that too? Being praised and degraded? Did that make you feel good? Knowing you’re doing something right but also want…no,needa little more? For someone to take control, treat you like a whore?”
She squeezes her thighs again and lets out a meek moan, her light brown cheeks burning a pretty shade of red.
“You’re quiet, and I assume that’s not normal for you. So, you like it, but you’re not sure if you should?” I tip my head to the side, studying the tiny bead of sweat between her brows. I lean forward again, rubbing myself against her. “Don’t be embarrassed. No one else will know. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve always been good about keeping secrets.”
Words don’t leave her mouth, but heady moans do before they turn into desperate whimpers. She’s chasing it; she’s almost there. Fuck.
“You’ve got a great body. Just look at how I’m using it.” I continue to grind myself against her, my erection tenting my jeans. It’s uncomfortable, but the pleasure makes up for it. “Fucking…beautiful…” I drawl roughly, slowing down only because I feel like I’ll come and that’s not about to happen.
“Right, pretty girl?” I pinch her nipple harshly and she yelps. “You’ve got a fetish for being used.” I add more pressure, my voice low, authoritative. She can’t help but peer up at me through her thick lashes as she nods sheepishly then stiffens.
I force myself to stop rubbing her as she jerks forward. Her entire body shudders and she releases moan after moan. I hold her with one arm while my other hand stays on her nipple.
After a moment, she’s panting, chest rising haphazardly and hair sticking to her temple.
“One,” I say as I bring my hand between her thighs. “Spread them.”
We’re in a secluded corner of the club, not entirely away from everyone because I can feel people passing by but we’re far away enough they wouldn’t know what we’re doing. Or at least suspect it. Maybe we’re getting cocky, maybe we shouldn’t do this but she easily listens and does as I instruct. My mouth waters and my dick only throbs harder as I drag my finger over the wet lace covering her drenched, slick pussy.
I’m tempted to finger her, but I don’t. Once my fingers are wet enough, which doesn’t take long, I raise them to her nipple and smear her arousal all over them.
“It’s easier to play with you like this.”
Her eyes are shot with lust and adrenaline. She doesn’t say a word, eyes fixed on my fingers as I play with her, use her, and degrade her.
