Page 74 of Diary of a Biker Queen

“You want to know what it feels like? To have my tongue there, flickering on this tight little hole before I fuck it hard with my cock?”

I moaned, unable to help it when he talked like that. “Yes.”

His palm slapped across my ass in a spank that sent trembles through my entire body.

“Good girl.”

I swear, he needed to stop saying that before I came. He had to know by this point it was my kryptonite.

“Spread your legs.”

I was powerless to do anything other than exactly what he wanted. I knew this was what he needed from me, but I thought he also knew it was exactly what I wanted from him. The arousal between my thighs was intense, and when he bent to put his tongue to work, that’s where he started. At my pussy, licking and tasting all the arousal his dirty words had created. I rested my hands on the mirror, instinctively arching my back, giving him all the access to my core he could possibly want.

There was the rustle of plastic, and I knew he was unwrapping his sex store purchases, but the man could multitask, so his tongue never let up either. He licked my pussy until I was so wet and trembling I was sure I must be flooding his face. It felt like it was dripping down my legs, I was so hot for what he was doing.

He licked that sensitive spot between my openings and then spread my cheeks with his fingers and pressed his tongue in between.

I couldn’t help the shout that came from somewhere deep inside me. It was instinctual and born of the feel of having his tongue in such a forbidden place.

And by how fucking amazing it felt.

What the hell? Why had nobody ever told me how good this was? His tongue flickered over me until I was panting, desperate for him to fuck me. I reached between my legs, searching for my clit, but he brushed my hand away, taking over for me, and licking and rubbing me all at once in all the places that felt so good.

“Fucking hell, Nyah.” He gave himself a breather and kissed the backs of my thighs. “Your body is fucking begging me for more.”

It was. I was a needy bitch, aching for more of what he’d started last night, and we both knew it. In the mirror I watched him crack open the free bottle of lube and coat the plug in it.

I wasn’t prepared for the cold slide of it between my cheeks, and I tensed in surprise. But as soon as it prodded against my asshole, I moaned desperately. “Yes…please…”

Just like he had with his fingers the night before, he worked me slowly, inched the toy in, millimeter by millimeter until I was gasping with how good it felt. He rubbed my clit at the same time, and my body took every inch of the plug as easily as I’d taken his fingers.

When it was in place, he stood and stared at me in the mirror. “Now put your panties back on.”

I blinked at him in confusion. “What?”

“You heard me, princess. Put your panties back on. We’re done here.”

I spun around and glared at him. “Are you joking? You eat me out, work a plug into my ass, and get me on the verge of an orgasm only to say that’s it?”

He smirked at me. “I never said that’s it. But you aren’t coming now. You’re going to wear that plug for as long as I say you will. Maybe an hour. Maybe more. Get your ass nice and used to it.” He unlocked the door. “And when I decide I’m done punishing you for running off on me earlier, maybe then I’ll take it out and fuck you there instead.”

I gaped at him. “You wouldn’t.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to the corner of mine. “Yes, princess. I would.”

22

DAX

Dear Diary,

Apparently even I do what Luca tells me.

Luca came out of the bathroom first.

I raised a questioning eyebrow at him, and he walked right over to me, not bothering to lower his voice despite the client lying on the table beside me.

“She’s going to beg you to fuck her. Don’t.”