Page 281 of Hell Hath No Fury

“So, are we going to the club?”

“No.”

“No?”

“It will be busy, and I want you all to myself.” His voice drops low, like rich velvet, softly seductive and full of promise.

“You have me all to yourself.”

“Not when we go to the club. I have to share you.”

“You mean I talk to other people?” I snicker. I never play with anyone else, but I used to work there, and I know a lot of members and staff. He’s right; unless we’re in our dungeon, I’m rarely left on my own.

“Exactly,”

“And you don’t share.” My impersonation of Dominant Jason causes a wolfish grin to tip his lips. When he doesn’t respond any further than his silent penetrating stare, I push for some more information about the plan for this evening.

“So, where are we going?”

“London.”

“A little vague there, Mr. S. London is a big city,” I quip.

“And it will take a fair few hours to drive around it.” The intonation and innuendo in his voice don’t go unnoticed.

“Hours, hmm?”

“Yes.” His voice is hoarse and rakes delightfully across my skin, making the hairs on the back of my neck spring to life.

“Then I might as well make myself comfortable.” I shimmy out of my coat, which slides off my shoulders and slips to the seat behind me. I begin to slowly ease myself out of my cat suit. The hooks on my basque pop open, and Jason helps with the ties at the back. I have to lie back and lift my hips, tugging the tight material over my butt and peeling it like a second skin down my legs. Jason unzips my thigh length boots at the same time, jerking them off in the restricted space as best he can. It’s a struggle and comical in parts, enough that we are both grinning like teenagers by the time I’m actually naked.

As always, the heat we generate is intense. His rock-hard cock juts up from under his gladiator skirt, and all of a sudden I’m thirsty. I snake my hand through the leather strips and pull Jason’s cock free from his boxer shorts, while at the same time sliding to my knees on the floor between his legs. He strokes my neck, cupping the nape with his hand. I blow a hot breath over his length, causing him to drop his head back and release a satisfied growl when my tongue dips out and swipes his excitement clean off the tip. Brushing my lips over the glossy crown, humming with excited anticipation. The vibrations make his cock twitch. Dropping my jaw, I take his thick length slowly into my mouth, sucking down every inch as deeply as I can, my tongue eagerly lapping the steely flesh as he fills my mouth. He hits the back of my throat, and I relax and suck him down, taking every last inch until my eyes water, and I feel the gag reflex threaten. Pulling back, I repeat this until I can feel myself dripping. Jason’s thighs flex with pent-up tension, and the sounds that rumble from his chest are music to my wanton ears.

Using one hand, I work his length in rhythm with my mouth, driving him a little closer to the edge. With the other, I squeeze his weighty balls, firmly massaging just behind and around his arse. He swells in my mouth, and just when I feel him begin to fill my mouth with pre-cum, I stop. Wiping the wetness from my lips with the back of my hand, I hold his carnal gaze and slowly lift myself from the floor. Stalking his body as if he has become my prey, I climb onto his lap and position his cock just where I want it. He never takes his eyes off me. His hands are now behind his head, happy for me to take what I need. The look he’s levelling could melt the panties off the Snow Queen.

Hovering with his cock at my entrance, I relish this moment above everything. The moment just before…when heaven is within my grasp, and I can savour the sweet anticipation, safe in the knowledge of what’s to come…that would be me. Sinkingonto his length, feeling every thick inch fill me until I am grinding the last bit of pleasure from his cock with my hips. I gasp when he jerks his hips and spears just a little bit more of him into me.

“Oh, god, that feels so good.”

“It feels fucking amazing.” His places his hands on my hips and holds me still. He swells and pulses inside me, and I have to agree, this is fucking amazing. He sits forward and sucks down on one of my hard peaked nipples, his teeth scraping the tip as he draws it into his mouth and releases. He repeats his expert attention on the other nipple, all the while holding me in place with his hands. It’s divine torture that makes my toes curl. It could be seconds, but it feels like hours when I hear myself begging.

“Please, Jason, I need…I—”

“What do you need, baby girl?” he mutters in between heavenly kisses along my collar bone and up the side of my neck, where I stretch in order to give him better access.

“I need to move, I need to come.” Desperation hangs on the breath I exhale.

“You do, hmm?”

“Don’t you?”

“Fuck, yes, but this feels so damn good, I was trying to hold off until we hit Bond Street,” he says in all seriousness.

“Why Bond Street?”

“You love the lights there. I thought it would be nice.” He ceases his ministrations enough to look at me and shrug.

“You think I would have the inclination to look out of the window when I’m in the throes of a mind-blowing orgasm?” I let out a light laugh, which freezes on my lips when he replies.