Neal stopped. She wanted to hear more.
“Tell me.”
“We walked in to the sight of a woman serving three men at the same time. I got hard. I’d never seen anything like it in my whole life. I stood in a room with men and women who were fucking before my very eyes. Damien came to escort us around the club. Spanking rooms, performances and scenes, everything you can imagine…and some you may not want to. I watched a woman get whipped to the point of blood being spilt. Some of the scenes were pretty hard core.”
“That bad.”
“Rory and I left. We got home and there was something different about us. The women I dated, I couldn’t picture them letting go the way I’d seen the women in the club submit.”
“What happened next?” she asked.
“We agreed to go back after a month. So we could understand what went on. Damien let us in for a fee. For the next six months we were free to come and go as we pleased.”
“Is that all? You became a member of a club and that brought you into the lifestyle?”
“No. That was only the beginning. I asked to watch Damien with his sub. He had a wife who subbed for him inside the club. I started to notice the way the women looked at their men. The hunger in their eyes. The thirst of knowing their men were in control. Trust, love, lust, passion, you name it during my time there I saw everything. I envied the men. These women would be tied up, smacked, whipped and fucked but at the end of the night, they would curl up to their man. For them, everything would be okay.”#p#分页标题#e#
He spoke with such love for the way the women behaved, Sandy felt sad. Could she give him that and show him in more ways than one the love and trust she felt for him?
“Every time I was with a woman after joining the club, I found myself comparing the look in the women’s eyes with what I’d seen. I didn’t know if I could hit a woman. Then during sex—do you want me to continue?”
She nodded her head. “You’re not having sex with anyone but me. Talk away.”
“I was having sex at the club and the woman I was with told me to hit her. Not punch or anything like that. I smacked her on the ass and watched the way her flesh went red from my handprint. That moment became one of the most erotic moments of my life. I would wank to the vision of a red handprint.”
She glanced down and saw his cock swelling.
“The next time, I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled. Small things. We talked about our experiences, Rory and I, then we went back to Damien. After some extreme sessions and talks, I discovered I’m not a true Dom in the sense that I don’t prefer whips, chains or the really intense stuff. But I did learn I wanted to be in control in the bedroom.”
“You don’t like giving away that control?”
“Never.”
“What about with a woman on top?”
“What?”
Smiling, she took the spoon and ice cream from his hands and placed them by the bed. She straddled him with a thigh on either side of his legs.
“Don’t you like it when a woman isn’t afraid to take you on?” She cupped his cock, stroking his length. He was hard from the visual he’d painted of the handprint.
Neal moaned, thrusting his hips up. “I’d still be in control.”
“Would you? You speak as if you can’t imagine any other type of relationship where you’re in control. What about sharing the control?”
“No. I told you, Sandy, I lead.”
Pouting, she leaned down and circled the head of his cock with her lips. She tasted their combined releases on his shaft with a moan—the salty, sweet taste of a man and woman together. She pulled back his foreskin to circle the head with her tongue.
“That feels good,” he said. His hands went to her hair. He stroked the length off her shoulder and down her back.
Encouraged by his response, she licked and sucked him in her mouth.
“Take me deeper,” he said. He cupped the back of her head, working his cock inside her mouth. She moaned, opening up for him.
Sandy wanted to give him pleasure. She wanted to show him that she could have him begging for more.
“Shit, I’m not going to last.”
Inside, she felt herself purring with satisfaction. He pulled her up at the last minute, sitting her astride his shaft. “I don’t want to blow down your throat.”
Sandy wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he threw them both over the edge of oblivion.
Afterward, he held her.
Chapter Eleven
The following week Neal got through his work quickly with a smile on his face. His family commented on his change of attitude, constantly teasing him. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of fighting back. Being with Sandy was like a dream come true. She spent most of her time around his house. Before he started work, he dropped her off at the salon. The passion they shared was more than he could have ever imagined.