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Her whine of denial had his hard-as-stone cock twitching with his own need. But this time wasn’t about him, it was about introducing Zoe to a new experience, and the lifestyle to determine what she liked. From the heat and wetness that coated her upper thighs, spanking was definitely on her yes list. He looked forward to adding to that list in the future.
Chapter Eight
Zoe had to work at not squirming as Morgan played with her breasts through the stretchy sports bra she had worn to the club that evening. The thick bar of his erection pressing into her hip did not help her need to move. Nor did the fact that he had her spread with her thighs wide apart so she couldn’t give her clit any friction and get herself off.
Her frustration level growing as fast as her arousal, she tried to slip the hand that wasn’t pressed between her body and Morgan’s around across her leg. It would only take a flick or two on her clit to find her release.
Before she could touch the first time, Morgan’s hand pinched her erect nipple and twisted it enough for her to gasp at the flash of pain.
“No touching my pussy, little bunny. Put your hand behind your back and leave it there.”
As soon as she moved her arm away from her pussy, he went back to lazily flicking and stroking and massaging her breasts, first one and then the other. She was on the verge of tears of frustration when he finally stroked a line down the center of her body to the top edge of her thong.
“Sit very still and let me play and maybe I’ll let you have the orgasm you seem so desperate for,” he murmured in her ear before brushing a kiss over her temple.
Zoe wasn’t sure if she should be thanking him or not, so she remained silent. She focused on breathing and staying relaxed as Max’s fingers stroked over the fabric of her thong from the top of her mound over the wet fabric to her pussy.
When a single thick finger slid beneath the gusset and pushed inside, she sighed and relaxed fully. This was what she needed. She smiled as he slid his finger in and out several times before adding a second and speeding up his motions.
After several thrusts, he pressed his thumb on the fabric covering her clit. That simple touch, combined with the fingers in her pussy had her entire body tightening as her orgasm exploded like a flashfire. She cried out as she convulsed, her muscles tightening rhythmically with each thrust of Morgan’s fingers into her sex.
Morgan eased the power of his touch, but continued until she was as limp and lying over him once again like a wet paper towel. Finally, he eased his fingers from her pussy and pulled his hand out from under the blanket, holding it in front of her face.
“Clean me up, bunny.”
Zoe dropped her jaw and as soon as his fingers were in her mouth, she licked and sucked at them. As she did, she felt Morgan’s cock twitch against her ass as he sucked a breath and then began to nibble on her ear.
After another few seconds, he pulled his hand free. “Enough.”
“May I suck your cock, Sir?” she whispered, hoping to give him a fraction of the pleasure he had just given her.
“Not tonight, little bunny. Tonight is all about you. But next time I would be happy to have your lips wrapped around my cock after I tie you up and introduce you to some of my favorite toys. In the meantime, would you join me for brunch on Sunday?”
Zoe shocked herself when she answered, “Yes, I’d like that.”
Spending time with Morgan was a mistake. It had to be. He was a billionaire sadist who owned one-third of a BDSM club, as well as companies around the world. She was a pediatric nurse practitioner who could barely afford her club membership even with the discount she earned by volunteering at the front desk two nights a week.
What the hell was she thinking?
Morgan’s now clean hand cupped her jaw and tilted her head until they were nose to nose. “Good girl,” he said before angling his head slightly and kissing her. It was a gentle kiss, but he controlled every second of it, until he finally broke the liplock and looked around. “All right, little bunny. I have to go and attend to my dungeon monitor details. I’ll be in touch tomorrow about Sunday.”
A chill raced through her as Morgan helped her to her feet and then redressed her. Just like that the evening was over.
As they walked through the dungeon, they stopped and watched a few of the new scenes that were playing out. She murmured responses when he asked her opinion of whether she would be interested in trying such things.
By the time they reached the lobby, she wondered if she should tell him that she could not meet him on Sunday. The problem was, she really, really wanted to. Morgan Seacrest was the dominant male she wanted to learn from. The man who she wanted to submit to. The man, if she was really honest with herself, she wanted to be in her life for the rest of her days.
For now, she would take what she could get, Sunday brunch and an occasional evening of play at Club N2.
After helping Zoe into the backseat of his town car, he leaned in and made sure her seatbelt was fastened. Then he pressed a business card into her hand.
“Text me when you get home.”
She opened her mouth, looking like she wanted to argue, so he laid two fingertips on her lips. “No arguing, little bunny. Text me when you get home, or I’ll be pounding on your door twenty minutes after the club closes for the night.”
She stared at the card in her hand for a moment before slowly nodding her agreement.
“Good girl.”
