STORY EXCERPT

Her tummy swirled with a mixture of nerves and excitement as Rob led her over to the bar and she peered around, looking for the stage. She spotted it at the far end with a semicircle of people watching whatever was happening. They blocked the view so she had no idea what was going on. The lights were very dim where they were standing, but they appeared to be quite bright over the stage and at that end of the club.

Clinging to Rob, Trina glanced around, furtively trying to take everything in at once. Leather seemed to be predominantly the fabric of choice, and as a woman walked past in a stunning outfit, Trina sucked in her breath. Would she look good in something like that? The tight, patent-leather bodice pushed the woman’s breasts up high and only just covered her nipples. Trina suspected if she lifted her arms above her head, those little beads would pop out for the entire world to see. Laces down the front cinched her waist tight and emphasised the flare of her generous hips. A little leather skirt, which could have been mistaken for a belt it was so small, finished just above the shiny black thigh-high boots with killer heels.

Shaking her head, Trina knew she’d break an ankle if she ever attempted that. She tugged on Rob’s arm to draw his attention away from the bartender, who must have known him because they’d greeted each other warmly and continued to chat.

Glancing down, Rob gave her a wink and moved her in front of him. Holding her back to his front, he caressed her neck with gentle fingers as his other arm slipped around her front, under her boobs, and pulled her tightly against him. Trina immediately noticed his shaft pressing against her back and the first stirrings of desire warmed her pussy with a tingle.

“Trina, sorry, babe, this is John. He’s the manager for tonight. We play squash every now and then at the leisure centre.”

Trina smiled and nodded a hello and John said, “Nice to meet you.” Another couple approached the bar and John nodded at Rob. “Back to work, catch you later.”

Rob leant down. Kissing the top of her head, he turned her around. “Let’s go have a look at the show. Bring your drink.”

Trina let Rob lead her up the back. They passed a woman bent over a table, her bottom and gaping wet slit presented to a group of three men who were all murmuring approval as a fourth man ran a finger from her puckered star down to her clit and back up again. Trina shivered as a pulse of arousal swept through her unexpectedly. While her mind still processed the display before her, her body was responding of its own accord. Her channel tightened and she clenched against the warmth spreading through her pelvis.

A lovely looking sub climbed onto a table on the stage as two men helped her into position. Rob found them a place to stand, slightly to the side of the crowd so they weren’t surrounded completely by people. Cupping the back of her head, he gazed into her eyes and said, “How’re you feeling?”

“Good, it’s really…um…there’s so much to look at.” Trina couldn’t stop looking around at all the people. They all seemed to be having a good time and no one seemed to be in any sort of obvious distress. “You could have warned me I was overdressed.” She laughed.

“I don’t want to share any more of you than I have to. Maybe at home”—he smiled at her thoughtfully—“but here in the club, more is better.”

Glancing up at the stage again, Trina froze. What the fuck? The woman, on her back, had her legs pulled back toward her head, her ankles near her ears. Soft looking, furry black cuffs around each ankle were attached to rings at the top of the table. Her wrists were also wrapped in the same type of cuffs and clipped above her head to the same rings as her ankles. One of the men ran a finger under the large belt that was attached to the table and ran across her hips, holding her to the table.

“He’s checking the belt isn’t too tight and going to cut into her when she starts to move,” Rob rumbled in her ear. He couldn’t see her face, thank goodness, and she vowed to school her expression into neutrality for the remainder of the show. She didn’t want to offend anyone with her expressions. But seriously, that position could not be comfortable.

Turning her again in his arms and making her drag her eyes reluctantly away from the developments on stage, Rob insisted that she look at him. “Trina, I can feel you trembling. Are you okay?”

ADULT EXCERPT

Trina couldn’t believe what she was seeing as she turned around in front of the mirror. The ropes looked great. They crisscrossed her body from the bottom of her belly to her neck, emphasising her ample hips, small waist and large breasts. They framed her boobs, making them look larger. Her taut nipples stood at attention and Rob watched her eyes settle on them before lifting his hands and grazing them with his palms.

Trina melted against him, aware that his rod throbbed hot against her lower back. He groaned when she moved and said, “See how beautiful you are all dressed up.” He ran his hands over her hips and down to squeeze her butt, his fingers slipping between her cheeks.

Trina held her breath again, unable to process how unexpectedly horny this made her. Rob stood back a little. “Let me tell you some of the variations.” He ran his hands over the lowest ropes that went around her hips. “These ropes could have gone here.” He slid his hands back over her hips and down between her legs. The tips of his fingers spread her folds and glanced over her clit. “The rope would rub against you when you moved.”

Trina groaned and pushed back against him, her clit aching for more attention. Desperate for more contact she tried to turn in his arms, but he held her still. Meeting her eyes in the mirror he asked earnestly, “Will you leave it on while I make love to you?”

Oh god, she needed to kiss him right now. What had he done to her? He spun her around to face him and she nodded eagerly, finally breaking into a smile. Rob growled deep in his throat and kissed her. He swept her away as he lowered his head and their lips touched. Wrapping his arms around her, he mumbled against her lips, “You’re the best.” He closed his eyes and kissed her with desperate passion, possessively holding her close and claiming her mouth. Trina knew she would be safe and secure in his well-muscled arms.

Responding with matching enthusiasm, she laughed as together they tumbled onto the bed without breaking the kiss, much. Rob’s hands roamed her body as she undid his fly buttons carefully. He groaned into her mouth when she palmed his rod and his arms tightened around her.

Pulling back, he kneeled beside her, and as if she weighed only as much as a feather, he lifted her up the bed and rested her head on the pillow. With his lust-filled eyes gazing at her intently, he wasted no time in spreading her legs and moving to kneel between them.

Arching her back, Trina rubbed herself against his cock. She reached up and caressed the hard muscular planes of his torso. His body’s heat sent sparks down her arms from her fingertips. Her body ached with need for him, her juices flowed freely, and her fanny burned with a heat that demanded attention.

Rob groaned deep in his throat as he dropped forward onto his hands, stroking his shaft up and down against her clit as he nipped at her nipples. Trina cried out, “Please.” And then as he lifted his head and met her eyes, she again whispered, “Please.” She needed him, wanted him desperately, now.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Rob sat back and lined his cock up with her entrance. Trina could feel the pressure and her muscles clenched around him as he pressed forward. She cried out as the most delicious sensations swirled through her, and lifting her hips, she urged him to take her fully.

With a moan, he slid home and held position deep within her. Watching his lust-filled eyes travel over her body made her feel sexy and desirable. His gaze scorched her skin, all his need directed at her. His gaze paused on her breasts, and defined by the ropes, she thought they looked huge. He reached out and pinched her nipples, sending sparks throughout her body.

“I love this on you,” he said hoarsely. Running his fingers down to circle her belly button, he continued devouring her with his eyes. Trina couldn’t help moaning as she lifted her hips. Again with very little provocation he had her on edge. Her womb tightened as his cock pulsed and his words sent trembles through her. She squeezed her cunt muscles and wriggled.

“Fuck, stop, I won’t last.” Rob laughed and placed a hand on her mound with his thumb against her clit between them.

Trina bucked as her fingertips tingled and her toes curled. “Oh god, you have no idea how close I am.” She gasped as he doubled the speed of his thumb rotations.

Slowly, he started to slide out. He grinned at her and with a rough voice said, “No, can’t do slow. This’ll kill me.”

Nodding quickly, Trina grabbed his hips to hold herself in place. She’d hate for him to come out at a crucial moment. With her body crying out for him to pound into her, she smiled at him. “Do it! God, just do it.”

Rob slammed into her, hitting her deep inside and sending powerful waves of pleasure through her. Holding on and meeting him stroke for stroke, Trina moved with abandon. Every inhibition she’d ever had melted away with this gorgeous man who thought she was beautiful.