Before he could refuse them, the two squished into the booth beside their friend. Then, they started jostling for more room. Elbows butting against elbows. One of them yelped.
The server returned. While the women agonized over what drinks to order, Dakota jumped on his phone in search of the video.Hell, no. It’s everywhere.
Putting Matt in that choke hold was the last thing the public should see. Dakota had unleashed the monster that lived inside him, the one that sucked the life out of him day by day.
But, what was the big deal? That could have been a simple self-defense move. Matt had just charged to the front of the room, behaved like a drunken fool, then clocked him in the chin. Granted, it was a sloppy punch, but still.
Dakota watched the video again.Damn, I am fast.
“Your online profile says you’re into sensation play,” said one of the gals. “Me, too.”
“I like calling my partner Daddy,” said another. “That really gets me off.” She batted her eyelashes. “Will you be my daddy, Maximus?”
“Can you handle all three of us?” asked the third.
“I’m sure he can. You know, you are the most beautiful man I have ever seen. It’s sick how handsome you are.”
“I’m soooooo horny, big Daddy. Please say yes.”
Dakota’s phone buzzed with an incoming club message from Rapture. “I’m not into talking and I’m up for sensation play.”
“Works for me,” he replied.
After downing the whiskey, Dakota caught the attention of the server. As she hurried over, he pushed out of the booth and handed her two Ben Franklins. “This covers the drinks. Keep the change.”
She thanked him and left.
“Wait, you’re leaving us?” asked one of the gals.
“What about role playing?” asked another.
“Sorry, ladies, my evening is booked.” With a wink, Dakota headed toward the stairs.
He stood outside the Lust room while the scanner captured a shot of his retina. The light flashed green and Dakota entered the darkened room.
A table lamp with a red bulb illuminated the corner of the room where Rapture sat, naked, in a stately armchair. Accessorized in fantastic fuck-me pumps and an ornate full-face gold mask, she made his aching dick throb. Her long hair was pulled into a ponytail.
Her crossed legs hid her pussy, but her arms lay on the armrests, revealing her voluptuous feminine form.Nice tits.She looked relaxed, composed, and so damn fuckable.
“Hello, Rapture.”
“Maximus.” Her voice, muffled behind the mask, had a sexy southern lilt to it.
He stood there admiring her for several more seconds. Then, with a cat-like grace, she pushed out of the chair and sashayed in his direction. With each step, his cock firmed. When she stopped, inches away, he wanted to rip off his clothes and dive into her. But there was something sexy about being that close and not stroking her silky skin that caused his breathing to hitch. Not only could he feel her electricity, he believed he could see it burning from her eyes, framed behind the mask.
She placed her hands on his chest, as if marking her prey, and raked her fingernails down the material. Then, one at a time, she flicked open the buttons of his shirt and his cuffs before dragging it over his shoulders and tossing it on the floor. She sucked down a steadying breath as she unhooked his belt and dropped his pants. Since he hadn’t bothered with underwear, his hard-on was front and center.
With her gaze fixed on his, she collected his cock and balls in her hands and massaged. The anger and frustration rolled off him and he moaned through the pleasure.
Normally in complete control, he liked how Rapture didn’t wait for him to set the tone. She knew what she wanted and she took it. She doled out a few more glorious strokes before she slowly circled him, as a hungry mountain lion would its prey. While standing behind him, she trailed her hands down his back and ass while her soft moan filled the silence.
Because he was known as a Dom, the women he played with tended to be submissives. But Rapture had usurped his power and her sensual touch sent waves of energy surging through him.
Facing him, she stroked his shoulders and arms. He closed his eyes and listened to her steady breathing. When she placed his hands on her breasts, energy surged through him, and he opened his eyes to admire her.
Behind his mask, he groaned while cupping and squeezing her beautiful, full tits. His thumbs brushed her nipples and they responded by pebbling and firming. Another groan shot out of him as she sucked in one harsh breath after another.
Then, she stepped away and placed her hands on her hips. With her head cocked in a playful manner, she waited.
