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“I don’t say that.” His brow creased.
She turned toward him, but he didn’t move his arms and that meant he was holding her. It should be strange or amusing like the other night because this was Harker, but it felt right. “You say that to me all the time.” She lowered her voice, mimicking him. “Alison, stop talking and let me think.”
“That’s not the same as shut up.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No, it isn’t.” He captured her chin, his thumb tracing over her lower lip. “I never want you to shut up…just pause for a moment.” He lowered his face toward hers until his mouth was only a breath away. “Sometimes not talking is good.”
She didn’t think; her body just responded and she leaned into him. He wasn’t Harker the barking boss. He was Harker the man and he was hers…at least for a bit.
His eyes darkened but he kissed her on the forehead and turned her around. “Watch the stage. The show’s about to get good.”
“Wha…” Her words died as the guy on stage stood next to the small table. “Is that a flogger? And”—she squinted—“a riding crop and…What are those gloves? They have spikes on them.” Was this a sex show or a horror movie?
“Vampire gloves.” He pulled her back to his chest.
“Vampire…Why are there spikes on them?”
The man on stage picked up the paddle he’d had earlier and walked over to the woman.
“Imagine them on your skin.” Harker’s voice teased her ear like the devil telling her about things she didn’t know…things she shouldn’t be curious about, but she was. “Think of how they’d feel caressing your legs, your breasts. The spikes sharp but his touch gentle…at first.”
“At first?” Her body trembled.
“He might run them between your legs.”
The man on stage stuck the paddle in the back of his pants and ran his hands up the woman’s legs raising her skirt.
Harker’s fingers teased along the back of her thigh where her skin met her skirt. “He’d be gentle. Teasing.” His nails skimmed along her legs. “He’d move slowly, letting you feel every inch he touched, letting you imagine how it’ll be when he runs those spikes gently where you ache.” His hands moved upward, taking her skirt with them.
The cool air from the room did nothing to cool her passion as the man on stage exposed the woman’s round ass. Anthony’s fingers played between the woman’s legs as Harker’s hand pushed Alison’s skirt up and over her ass. His body hid her backside, but the front of her skirt lifted too. Anyone who looked would see her red panties. She should tell him to stop, but nothing came out of her mouth but soft pants of anticipation. She wanted him to touch her like the man on stage was touching that woman.
Harker caressed the outside of her thigh, his fingers dancing along the soft skin. “Is her pulse pounding between her legs too? Is she needy and aching for his touch?” His hand trailed between her thighs. “He’ll want to know that he pleases her.” His voice was gruff, and his cock pushed against her ass. “He’ll need to discover for himself if she’s ready. Words can lie.” He tightened his arm around her waist as his other hand teased along the front of her thighs.
The woman on stage moaned and Anthony stepped away from her and licked his fingers. Alison’s body gushed and she squeezed her legs together.
“Are you wet?” He nibbled on her ear, his fingers circling as they slowly moved inward on her thigh, getting closer and closer to her core. “Women are so soft. So different from men.” He kissed her neck, a whisper of a touch that felt like a jolt of lightning. She leaned harder against him. “You’re so giving and open. You open everything for us.” His fingers tickled across her pussy and her stance widened as if his touch were magic.
The man on stage held the paddle but Alison was so focused on the sensations that Harker was making in her body that nothing registered until she heard the slap ring out through the club.
“He hit her.” Her body stiffened.
“Yes. He did.” Harker’s grip on her waist tightened, pulling her closer to him, his cock hard and long pressing against her ass.
“Why would…”
The man hit the woman again, the paddle leaving her butt a rosy shade of red.
“For pleasure.”
“That doesn’t seem…”
“Rough can be good.” Harker’s hand slid between her legs and cupped her pussy. “Very good.”
She shivered as sparks seemed to fly from his fingers where they pressed against her. He rubbed hard and fast between her legs. Her wetness making the panties slide back and forth. Her hips rolled into his touch, pushing his hand harder against her aching flesh. She had to touch him. She reached up, her arms lifting over her head and clasping around his neck. He shoved her underwear aside, his fingers sliding between her slick folds and she moaned.
Anthony put the paddle down and knelt behind the woman, spreading her ass cheeks and burying his face between her legs. The woman’s moan echoed through the room.
