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7
Adam
Teasing Angel but not following through until they were back in their room was pure torture, but he knew it was affecting her as strongly as it was him, and that made the torment worthwhile. Her breathing was accelerated, lips parted, and she was squirming in her seat. She didn’t even flinch when his fingers brushed up her side and over her breasts, though he didn’t press his luck since he knew they’d be getting more sensitive as the night went on. She’d need to pump before they played.
It was a measure of how aroused she was that she didn’t mind being touched there.
By the time Mitch had cuffed Domi’s legs and had them wrapped around his waist while he pumped into her, Angel was practically on Adam’s lap. The only thing blocking the way was her own hand, which had a vise grip on his cock—not that he was complaining.
When he slid his fingers up her inner thighs between her legs, they fell open, giving him access to her sensitive flesh. Angel moaned as he moved his fingers over the crotch of her panties, teasing the soft folds beneath but not giving them what she really needed. She closed her thighs again, trapping his hand between them, and he chuckled.
As Mitch brought Domi to a screaming climax, Adam pressed his fingers a little more firmly against Angel’s panties, over her clit, enjoying the way the fabric slid around over her wet flesh. Whimpering, she slid back, then thrust her hips forward, but he didn’t give her the satisfaction she was looking for. He wanted her revved up and ready to go when they got back to their room.
Besides, he owed her a little punishment before pleasure after something he’d finally realized this past week.
“Adam…” The breathy way she said his name, injected with a note of pleading, almost crumpled his willpower, but he held strong. He wanted her entirely focused on him, not on Mitch and Domi.
Shifting closer, he moved his lips next to her ear.
“It’ll be worth the wait, naughty girl.”
The emphasis on calling her ‘naughty girl’ for the second time that evening had her shivering, then looking a little worried. Her head turned toward him, her attention no longer wholly caught up in Mitch and Domi, who were disengaging as the lights went down.
They’d be moving to the greenroom for aftercare while everyone else finished their own activities in the privacies of their booths or for those who had rooms, more likely in the privacy of their own themed room. Adam was glad they had the Dungeon room. It was perfect for what he had in mind tonight.
“Oh yeah, Sir?” Angel tilted her head at him, a little smile curving her lips in the darkness. “I’m looking forward to seeing you live up to that.”
Ah, yes. There was his sassy little submissive.
Perfect.
Angel
Tied up in the same position Domi had been, on a very similar frame, Angel wondered if she might have bitten off more than she could chew. She’d wanted her libido back—and it was—and wanted a kinky night, but in her head, she’d been thinking more baby steps. Kiddie pool.
Apparently, Adam wanted to dive into the deep end and recreate the scene they’d just watched. Sans nipple clamps, thankfully. Not that she needed any extra stimulation to her breasts. As soon as they were in the room, she went into the room behind the theme room, which was set up like a regular hotel room, and pumped. The time that took and the constant pull on her nipples had dampened her enthusiasm a little, but it had come roaring back when she returned to the Dungeon room. Adam was waiting for her in leather pants, a button-down white-collar shirt, and the frame set up and ready to go.
Imagining herself trussed up to it had made her all tingly and warm, but it wasn’t until her wrists and ankles were secured she remembered how vulnerable bondage made her feel.
Especially when his hands skated down her sides, nearly caressing her breasts but not quite. It was different when she was tied up and couldn’t stop him. It didn’t feel as invasive. She couldn’t hunch her shoulders or pull away because she was tied up… literally.
She was relieved when he caressed her hips, his fingers stroking and caressing her skin. Tilting her head back to look up into his blue eyes, her lips parted as need and heat slid through her. The love she had for him surged, the memories of all the scenes they’d done together helping her relax.
She trusted him now as she’d trusted him before. With her body. Her pleasure. That was one thing that hadn’t changed, even if she hadn’t felt it until now.
Lowering his lips, he brushed them against hers, teasingly, the same way he was with his hands.
“More.” She breathed the word against his lips, straining toward him.
Adam chuckled, a sadistic sound that told her she wasn’t getting what she wanted.
“Not yet. First, we have to address why you’re on the naughty list.”
Not just naughty girl, but naughty list? Interesting. Angel batted her eyes at her husband as he pulled away. He kept a stern expression, but there was a little sparkle in his blue eyes that told her she wasn’t really in trouble. However, she was very likely in for a funishment, considering they were in the dungeon room, which seemed appropriate.
“Oh, sorry, Santa. Have I been bad?” She smiled her most innocent smile. The one she usually only brought out for scening. “Am I going to get coal in my stocking?”
“You’re going to get something in your stocking,” Adam muttered, stepping away and crossing his arms over his chest. The sparkle in his eye was still there, despite his frown. “I think it’s time we discussed our daughter’s name.”
