“Spread your knees wider,” Xander ordered. She adjusted, pushing her palms flat on the carpet. Xander cupped her cheek, a gentle touch against his harshness, she closed her eyes.
“Spit.” He held a palm to her mouth.
His fingers kept moving, but his eyes sliced her, his steely look conveying to her she better do what he said.
Every single muscle contracted in her, Harper half-moaned, half-shriked but spat in his hand.
“Again.”
Without hesitation she did, fighting those sensations that threatened to burst her open.
His expression still, his eyes never leaving her, he took his cock in his spit-covered hand and stroked it.
She cried out in protest as he removed his fingers from her. He moved so he was behind her.
He gripped her hips, his fingers pressing into her sides. “I want you to push back on me with every single stroke.”
“Yes, Sir,” Harper murmured.
Without another word, Xander thrust into her core. Harper pushed back against him. He drove into her again and Harper pushed back against him, feeling his storng muscled toroso. “God, Xander!” She screamed. His hard cock drove into her, searing her pussy. The sound of her wet pussy against his hardness, was everything. With his cock, he stabbed into her, quicker than she could take a breath, but she pushed back on him, with each stroke. As he asked. “Damn you, Angel.” Xander slapped her ass and pounded into her with one fast stroke and Harper pushed back on him, feeling the carpet abraded her nipples.
His cock filled her, so perfectly. He pumped, slowly his hands holding her hips effortlessly still.
“More,” Harper cried out, she would prove to him, that she could be what he needed.
And with that, he pounded, fast and uncompromising, slapping her ass in time to his demanding rhythm.
His energy flowed into her, in his confident touch, the tilt of his hips and as sweat poured down her and wetness pooled between her thighs, satisfaction infused her. This was better than anything she had dreamed of, beyond anything she had ever hoped for.
“I said to wear your hair up,” Xander growled in her ear. He gathered her hair, tugging it hard in his hand, and with one long deep thrust, she felt his hot seed release deep within her. He stayed like that for a moment, rocking in her, slapping her ass again, and then he disengaged.
Breathing hard, with his hands on his thighs he shook his head.
His eyes hardened and she knew there was no refuting that look. “This was a mistake, Harper. It can’t happen again.”
“Xander, please. It wasn’t a mistake. I can be what you want.”
“And you would hate yourself for it. I won’t let you do it. No. Get out of here, Harper.”
“Xander, give us a chance, we can work it out,” Harper said, hating the pleading in her voice.
“I saidgo.”
Harper stared at him for a moment, but he raised an eyebrow and made a shooing gesture. She bit the inside of her cheek. She wouldn’t give him her tears. Not like this. Silently, she got up and exited the room, leaving him sprawled out on the floor.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN - LOGAN
“Canyoubelievethisbullshit?” Gabe Arthur clinked his glass of whiskey against Logan’s before throwing it back in one swallow. “Too many people in here.”
“Are you playing tonight?” Logan raised his eyebrows. Since Gabe’s break-up with his long-time sub, Ivy, he’s been a secluded, grumpy bastard.
“Nope, just here to watch. But I didn’t expect it to be so packed that I’m inhaling the other guy’s aftershave. If this is how Zee is going to run the place, I want my membership fee back.”
Logan didn’t agree. He liked a crowd and seeing new people, and he felt Invite-a-Friend night was a great idea. In a way, the public event was more formal and organized than it was with the twenty-five founding members of Club Bandit. Tonight they were checked in at the door, where one of Ella’s helpers asked them what station they wanted or if they wanted one of the rooms, then given a time slot. They also took his toy bag and Ella told him it would be set at the station when it was their time.
“We’ll vote on opening the club to new members next week.”
He stretched out his long legs and his eyes roamed over the hunched shoulders of his Kitten, kneeling beside him on a plush silver cushion. A sharp cry from the direction of the stage made her jump. With her head bowed, her hands clasped in front of her, she looked like many other subs in the seating area. But Logan noticed the tension between her shoulder blades, the stiffness in her neck, the struggle she was having to keep her stare down. Something was eating at her, keeping her from letting go and staying in the moment with him.
