Once we signed our waivers, the hostess keyed a fewnumbers into a locked drawer and pulled out a red and green bracelet. It resembled a candy cane as it was twisted around my wrist.
“What’s that for?” I asked with a raised brow.
Sam’s thumb ran loosely against the back of my hand as the hostess showed us to the room. The scent of sex and gingerbread lingered in the air. The main room was illuminated with flashing Christmas lights and bright spotlights. I wanted to watch as the same woman from before was being touched by a multitude of hands. A blindfold was over her eyes, and she had been gagged with her own panties. My thighs rubbed together as I walked in line with Sam, wondering what it would be like to be the one strapped down and used.
“You only get one experience like that if it’s something you want to explore. I don’t plan to share, though. As far as I’m concerned, if anybody touches you, they’ll end up in your brother’s basement.”
My eyes bulged at his hardened, almost threatening facial expression. “Sam, you wouldn’t really hurt anyone over something like that?”
He took a fistful of my hair, guiding me to the left and right into our room. His grip was tight, but not enough to hurt me, and his dominance was. My nerves buzzed with need as he dragged me closer, body pressed into mine. He was so close to my face, all I could smell was his spearmint toothpaste as he spoke. It was mouth-watering, almost as much as his cologne. The pine and leather sent a wave of lightning to my abdomen.
“Did I stutter?” he said, tone laced with mocking sarcasm. “You ready to have a little fun, Snowflake?”
“You know, I never said you could start calling me that again,” I teased, taking the chance to nip at his bottom lip and drag it between my teeth.
My brain misfired as I pressed myself into his body, impossibly close now as the hostess politely cleared her throat.
“Everything requested is here. If there is anything else, thephone is on the table over there,” she said, pointing to the far side of the room. “Have fun.”
The door closed softly behind her, and I stood there wrapped up in Sam’s arms, waiting for the next move.
From underneath my lashes, his icy blue eyes resembled frosted over glass; cold, pupils dilated, and dark with desire. My fingers ran over his muscular chest, nothing between us but a flimsy piece of button-up cotton. I closed the distance, our lips meeting in a hungry kiss. Sam took the lead, dragging his tongue across my bottom lip while simultaneously pinching my asscheek.
A gasp flew from my mouth, and he took the chance, his tongue moving into my open mouth and teasing the roof of my mouth. Our tongues intertwined, and a sultry mix of spearmint and cranberry invaded my taste buds.
Sam released me, loosening the tie from around his neck. The veins in his hands were prominent as he undid his buttons one by one until the fabric fell away from his shoulders. I was the obsessed one now. Running a finger over my tingling lips, the taste of him still lingering.
“Here, our fantasies can run wild, and you are going to give me everything you’ve got tonight.”
“Like what?” I asked breathlessly, my calves catching the edge of the couch that adorned the corner of the beautiful room.
The leather rubbed against my sweat-slicked skin as he pushed me into the cushions. He knelt to the floor in front of me, swiping his hand along the buttons of the body suit with a sweet gentleness.
“Good question. Why don’t you let me show you?” They clicked open with ease, exposing my cunt, soaked in my juices, and ready to be taken by him.
My chest heaved, unable to contain how the heat spread across my skin. Here he was, in all his glory, abs glistening with a light sweat, musky scent filling the air, and the outline of his cock through the dress pants he wore tonight.
He ran a calloused thumb over my pussy, while another teased my asshole, still raw from the trauma it endured today. The more he pressed on, the louder my whimpers became. I needed relief. If I learned anything over the course of the weekend with Sam, it was the degree of animalistic pleasure I felt after my first orgasm. Once I achieved the first, it was pretty easy to bring myself there again and again, and he took full advantage.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you,” he groaned. “Nothing is going back there tonight.”
Finally, I could release a breath, but it was short-lived as his tongue swiped against my labia, spreading me apart and wrapping his lips around my clit.
“Make me come, Sam, please,” I begged. My nails ran down the cushion as he continued the torture with a devious smirk.
Leaning over me, his lips crashed against mine, suffocating each breath and swallowing my moans. My arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer and silently pleading. He shook his head as my tongue probed, wanting to deepen the kiss.
“Not yet. You are going to dance for me first. Take off your outfit, but leave the heels. I want to stare at those empty holes while I imagine every filthy thing I am going to do to you. Anytime you ask me to.”
“How did you know I was taking pole dancing classes?”
“I already told you, I’ve been here the whole time. Paying attention.” My eyes met his in a fierce glare, and he belted out a laugh that traveled from his chest to mine, causing me to do the same. “Waiting for the right time to make you mine.”
“I think you should stay between my legs for a bit longer as punishment for being a stalker.” The soft glow of the room illuminated the mischievous look he had as he moved down my body, eyes staying on mine. “You really have an oral fixation, don’t you?”
“Only for you,” he whimpered.
Did he?
