The Pleasure Zone(31)

She stuck a finger inside her slick cunt, then seductively stuck her wet finger inside her warm, lush mouth and sucked. Blood rushed to the cocks of every red-blooded man watching, imagining her mouth around them, her slick tongue licking over their balls.

She slowly slid her back up the pole, then spun around it. Gripping it with both hands, she adulated against it. Pressed the seam of her sex into it, holding her head back and sliding up and down, stimulating her clit, teasing her slit.

The men around the stage panted, but she stared and moved her body as if she were dancing for only him. Hazel Eyes. The man who had her pussy on fire with just his fiery gaze on her.

She slid the palm of her hand down over her flattened abdomen and slowly lowered it down over her thong, then between her legs. She threw her head back and half closed her eyes, her sultry mouth partly open as her hands roamed all over her body. She slowly turned and bent at the waist, giving all who watched a full-view of her gorgeous ass. She slapped it. Then shook it.

More men found their way up to the stage watching in lust-eyed amazement, their attention fixed on nothing else but her bare flesh, the visual breathtaking.

She stared over her shoulder—her hips rolling, her ass shaking, her wet arousal glistening the back of her cunt—with a fuck-me look that had mouths drooling, tongues wagging. She grabbed the pole again and swung her body around it, before hanging upside down from her knees. Hazel Eyes’ groin tightened at the lovely sight.

She wasn’t a stripper, by any means. But she and her sisters had once taken pole-dancing lessons and she’d made it her business to master the art.

By the time the instrumental version of The Game’s “Holy Water” started playing, Pain was floating on euphoria. She felt so free as she slinked her way up the pole, then leaned back and swung herself upside down, flashing onlookers a naughty smile.

She flipped upward, then slinked her away down and around the pole. Dropping down, she pumped her pelvis. Tempting him. Tempting them. Teasing him. Teasing them.

Skillfully, she eased herself to the stage’s floor, sprawling her body. She slowly parted her legs, bent her knees, and arched her back. Up. Down. Up. Down.

Then like a panther, she gracefully crawled her way over toward Hazel Eyes. Her soft fingertips brushed over his cheek, causing him to draw his tongue over his upper lip.

“You like what you see?” she said, her voice low and raspy. He wouldn’t have heard her over the pulsing music had she not had her lips flush to his ear.

He grinned.

“Yeah, baby. I love it.”

“You wanna lick my cunt again?”

He groaned, his dick throbbing, and eased his long tongue out of his mouth, flicking it. “Yeah, baby. Let me taste that sweet chocolate pussy.”

“Can I tongue your ass?”

“Aah, shit yeah, baby.”

“Can I punish you?”

He let out a low growl. “Hell yeah, baby. Punish me. Make me your bitch tonight.”

He was so damn sexy. And those eyes mesmerized her. She wanted to beat and fuck him. Her blood boiled. She loved a masculine man comfortable in his masculinity, in his sexuality, willing to submit.

Hazel Eyes gnawed on his tongue as Pain slid up on her knees, then lifted her body. She shook her hips, sauntering back to the middle of the stage, bending over and retrieving her whip from the stage floor.

She faced the crowd, then crooked a finger at Hazel Eyes, motioning him to come onto the stage. He drew a deep, shuddering breath into his muscled chest, then hopped up on the stage. Pain eyed him. He was fit. Toned. Tall. Bowlegged. Bare-chested. And the bulge in his boxers…oh my!

Her mouth watered as he prowled toward her.

She loved bowlegged men. Loved fat, mouthwatering cock.

Before Hazel Eyes could get any closer, she flung the whip at him. It wrapped around his wrist. Unflinching, he smiled. Yes, he was what she needed tonight.

A man willing to submit, to be on display… Mmm. Exhibitionism was so sexy. She tugged on the whip and pulled it, pulling him closer. His breath quickened as she asked for his other wrist.

She had to be careful not to break any of the club’s rules for second-floor sex play, or run the risk of being escorted out and having her membership cancelled. Still, she took his other wrist and wrapped the leather whip around his hands. She wouldn’t lash him. But she’d coil him. That wouldn’t be so bad. Right?

Pain instructed him to hold his hands up over his head as she secured him to the pole, before expertly tethering his legs. She ran her hand over his cock, and he moaned as she squeezed and leaned into him. “What’s your name, sexy?”

A muscle tightened in his lower stomach. His dick throbbed painfully hard. Blood pooled and pumped into his shaft. “Zion,” he pushed out, breathlessly.