Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 89142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
That moniker belongs to the woman in front of me now.
Francesca Thomas.
“I’d like to go to the club. To Black Rose Underground. And I don’t care who we see there, Hunter. Whether it’s my sister, my ex, my future brother-in-law. I don’t care.”
“You won’t. She and Jack always use a private suite, like you and I do. There’s no chance of any of us seeing the others in intimate acts.”
“Right.” She swipes her forehead. “She told me that, and it does make me feel a little more at ease. It’s not that I have a problem seeing people doing that. But you know, she’s my sister.”
“I get it. She probably feels the same way.”
“Here’s the thing, Hunter. I never imagined that my sister would engage in such stuff. She was a wallflower if there ever was one. And now…”
“You’d be surprised what some of the people at the club do on a daily basis. There’s a senator who goes there.”
“A senator?” she gasps. “I know one of my informants said I’d be surprised, but…a senator?”
“Yes. And look all you want. He usually disguises himself like I do, but sometimes he doesn’t. He’s under the same confidentiality agreement as the rest of us are. That’s the beauty of the people who go to the club. You can trust them, Frankie. There’s only been one time when someone blew the whistle on some of the members. They sold the story to some tabloid, but the owner paid off the tabloid not to print it. Then he bought the tabloid and fired everybody.”
She drops her jaw. “Really?”
“Yes. He takes the club very seriously, and he takes the nondisclosure agreement very seriously. No one has violated it since.”
And I won’t be the one to violate it. Not even to prove some stupid social media allegations are false.
…
“Are you ready?” I ask Frankie.
She’s bound, laid out on a table, her legs spread, a feast for my eyes, nose, and everything else.
She’s naked. I walk toward her, cup her breasts, pinch each nipple. “I’m going to clamp your nipples now, Frankie. Are you ready?”
“I am.”
Again, I haven’t told Frankie not to speak. I want her to speak. I still consider her my submissive here in the club, and of course I collar her for her own protection, but she’s different from all the others. She’s not just my submissive. She’s my lover. Hopefully my life mate.
And I never want her to be silenced.
I got some ice from the bar, and it sits in an ice bucket on one of the tables.
First, the nipple clamps.
They look like tiny clothespins, but I can determine the tightness. This is Frankie’s first time, so I only give her a slight pinch.
“Okay?” I ask.
She smiles. “More.”
I tighten the clamp and then apply the other to her other nipple.
“More,” she says again.
My God, I’m hard as a rock.
“All you have to do is tell me to stop if you ever want to stop,” I say.
“I know. More.”
I tighten the clamps until she gasps a bit.
But she doesn’t tell me to stop.
I tighten them slightly more, and then I stop. This is as tight as I go. Her nipples are flattened out and protruding like a mouth blowing a bubble with gum.
She’s so fucking hot.
Time for the ice.
I walk to the table, grab an ice cube, and bring it back. I trail it over Frankie’s clit.
She gasps once more.
“Ice, Frankie. The heat of your body will melt it quickly.”
I insert the ice cube into her pussy.
She lifts her hips, sighing.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes. The sensation is…cold…except hot.”
“Exactly. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“You have no idea.”
I kneel and swipe my tongue across her pussy, which is cold from the ice yet hot from her flesh. “Actually, I do.” I suck at her then, and I suck out the ice cube, or what’s left of it.
Then I suck her pussy. I eat her. Shove my tongue deep inside her. She lifts her hips. Her arms and legs are bound, and she struggles against the binding.
And I know it’s making it better for her.
She can’t move. She can’t grind against me. And that’s what she desires.
Soon, I will let her.
But not yet.
Not until I have my feast.
I eat her and I eat her and I eat her, and when I’m ready for her to come, I nibble her clit and force two fingers inside her.
She comes instantly, and I undo my pants, free my cock, and thrust inside.
As she comes around me, I fuck her hard. I pump and pump and pump, and within a few moments I’m coming as well, shooting inside her, filling her, taking her, branding her with my come.
She’s mine, and that collar she wears?
She will never take it off.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Frankie
“I have a meeting with my department chair and some of the administrators this morning,” Hunter tells me a few days later.