He didn’t. He wouldn’t. Joel wasn’t the type. He was angry yet gentle. He’d tangled his fist in her hair but didn’t pull. He fucked her mouth but watched her and changed his pace depending on what he saw. If she had protested the sex or the blowjob, he wouldn’t have done either. She knew that without testing it. Joel didn’t take anything that wasn’t freely given.
Shouldn’t Sarah’s willingness be proof that she wanted him? Or did he see it as proof that she wanted sex and she welcomed any man who gave it to her?
Any man wouldn’t do. Neither would any toy. No one or thing measured up to the ecstasy of Joel. His musk and spice scent sent tingles of pleasure through Sarah’s nose to her nipples and her clit, making both throb with the need to be touched.
The ingenuity of the nipple necklace became apparent when she tugged at the chains connecting the clamps, which pulled on both nipples and teased them at the same time. She passed the fingers of her other hand over her clit and a moaned in the back of her throat at the way her pussy pulsed in response.
When Joel pulled away from her for a second time, she huffed in annoyance and tried to follow him.
Joel used his hold on her hair to keep her back and smirked at her. “You can have it back after you turn sideways and spread your knees,” he said.
Sarah turned her body but stayed facing Joel. She didn’t understand the change in position but obeyed. Rolling to a squat with her ass resting on the backs of her feet, she opened her thighs wide. Her pussy gaped with a soft smacking noise as her wet lower lips separated.
“Give me that.” Joel pointed to the chains she held.
She lifted it up and then had to control her delight as Joel grabbed it and pulled. Her heels squeaked on the concrete flooring as she rocked her hips. Rubbing her clit didn’t satisfy the wanting ache in her pussy. With her other hand free, she could stuff two fingers into her channel. She gasped in a breath and then let it out as a rumbling purr that accented the jingling of her labia bells.
Joel watched her riding her fingers. No—he devoured her with his eyes. His dick jumped each time she moaned. The bobbing erection brought her attention back to Joel. She captured his member between her lips and sucked it, waiting for him to pull away again.
He gripped her hair tighter but otherwise didn’t show that he noticed her oral appreciation of his dick. She licked around his crown, savoring the suppleness of his skin and the creamy precum spreading over her tongue.
A few minutes ago this thick blunt tip had been deep inside her. The memory of it lingered and her inner muscles rippled around her fingers as she delved them into her channel. Her pussy dripped hot liquid that trailed down to her wrist, soaking into the fabric of her phone strap.
Remembering the phone and Sir and imagining him watching her set off her climax. She sucked Joel’s dick to the back of her mouth and drew on it until he came with her. His proof of satisfaction hit her throat. She swallowed it greedily while letting out kittenish moans of delight.
Joel let the chains drop from his fingers and slipped his hand out of her hair. Caressing the backs of his fingers over her cheeks, he eased his dick free. He remained hard.
Sarah started to suggest they go for another round but Joel placed one finger over her lips. She touched the tip of her tongue against that digit. When he didn’t pull away, she wrapped her lips around it and sucked it the way she had sucked his dick moments ago.
“Stand up,” Joel whispered.
She dropped her hands from her pussy and pushed to a standing position, not losing hold of his finger with her mouth.
Searching her eyes and appearing confused, Joel asked, “Are you mine or just horny?”
“Both,” she said around his finger.
“Then why are you doing this?” He flicked her right nipple.
Sarah drew in a sharp breath and whimpered as the heat of renewed desire flushed her body. She should tell him. Sir wasn’t her master. Joel was.
Her indecision must have been obvious on her face because Joel cupped her cheek and regarded her with soft understanding. He took his finger from her mouth. “Tell me,” he said.
“I want to,” she rasped.
“So do it. Talk to me.”
Sarah’s heart thundered in her chest so loud she knew Joel had to hear it. A few words and it would be done. Joel would trust her again, but her career might be over. How long had her phone been off? Had Sir shared the photos already because she hadn’t answered him? If so, then telling Joel the truth wouldn’t hurt anything.
“Sarah?”
“Joel, I—”
The creak of a door opening above their heads cut off her words. A man said, “I thought I saw them enter the stairwell but that was a while ago.”