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Maggie almost melted at Terry’s onslaught. His kiss, hard and demanding, called to her but she couldn’t forget the men watching them. It was wrong to do these things in front of them, wasn’t it? Yes, but it was so hot. They wouldn’t touch her. They’d watch and want...desire her...except they wouldn’t. They’d see her thick thighs and big butt.
He pulled back, his hands keeping her against his hardness, keeping her body purring for his while her mind balked at what he was asking. “It’s okay to be nervous.” His arms tightened around her. “I’m here. Trust me to keep you safe.”
“I’m not...” If she admitted that she wasn’t worried about the other men touching her, he’d want to know why she was scared and he already didn’t like that answer.
“Maggie.” He touched her chin, bringing her eyes up to his. “Have I ever done anything you didn’t like?”
“I didn’t like it when you called me a whore.” She kept her face passive, but she was sure he’d see the amusement in her eyes.
“I did not...” He swatted her ass. “You should know better than to tease when we’re playing.” He kissed her gently. “You’re always the one who pays.”
Yes, he made her pay—in hot, glorious ways that drove her mad. He’d tease and torment, bringing her to the edge of release before retreating and making her want to kill him but when he finally let her come...Oh lord, it melted her bones. Her knees trembled and she bit her lip to keep from moaning as her pussy brushed against the hardness in his pants.
“Let me rephrase.” His lips curled in a smirk. “Have I ever asked you to do anything sexually that you didn’t end up enjoying?” His hand slipped under her skirt, his fingers teasing along the thong and between the crack of her ass. “You’re still wearing the butt plug, like I told you.” His finger tapped it gently, sending vibrations through her body.
Her eyes grew heavy as wetness pooled between her legs, her body begging him to touch it again, harder this time.
“Do you like this?” His fingers skimmed over the toy in her ass, pushing in a little as his other hand lifted her to her toes, pressing her pussy flush against his erection.
She moaned, barely able to form a thought as he teased her from the front and the back.
“Words, rabbit.”
“Yes.” She wasn’t sure if she was answering or begging.
“Before today did you think you’d enjoy a toy like this?” He rocked against her as he twisted the plug.
“No.” Her breasts rubbed against his chest with each breath, causing her nipples to harden to the point of pain. They needed his mouth and his tongue to sooth them.
“That’s right. You thought it was dirty but you like it. A lot.” He continued his play—the toy rolling in and out of her ass, making her pussy jealous of the attention. “And I believe you’ll like this too.”
She tried to peek around him but his hand left the toy, capturing her collar and keeping her from moving. She gazed at him. “This is different.”
“Is it?” He kissed her before she could answer, his lips hard on hers as his tongue dove into her mouth, searching and teasing. He broke away, his breath heavier, his voice thicker. “I helped you discover another aspect to your sexuality. Another way for pleasure.” He kissed her again, but this one was nothing more than a quick tasting. “That’s all I’m doing now.”
“But, they...” She jerked back her head and he let go of her collar, allowing her to look around him.
The men drank and talked, seeming at ease while waiting for them to begin.
“They aren’t important.” He captured her chin. “Focus on me.”
“But if they’re not important...If you don’t want me to look at them then why—”
“Trust me, Maggie. I’m your Dom. Your Master. Look at me and obey just like at home. Okay?”
She bit her lip. She wanted to make him happy and she really wanted to share this part of his life with him.
“I need an answer.” His dark eyes searched her face. “It’s okay if you’re not ready. We can try again some other time.”
“You won’t be angry...I’m sorry. I know you won’t be mad at me but you will be disappointed.”
“Never.”
“You said you didn’t lie.” This time she raised her brow.
“I’m not lying.” He chuckled. “Okay. Let me clarify. I’ll be sexually disappointed and frustrated and you’ll pay when I get you to a hotel, but I won’t be disappointed in you. In us.”
She blinked back tears. Every time she thought she understood him, he did something that made her love him even more. “Let’s stay. Let’s try this.”
“Are you sure?” He watched her closely.
She nodded as she glanced at the guys. She took a deep breath. “I’m sure, as long as I can just look at you.”
“Absolutely.” He kissed her and it was hot and dark, but something deeper burned in the background.
She leaned into him, searching for what it was. Passion? Yes. Gratitude? Yes, but there was something more.
He broke the kiss and handed her the drink. “This might help you relax.”
“Thanks.” She chugged her rum and coke. She trusted him, but a little liquid courage wouldn’t hurt.
He took the glass and put it aside. His dark eyes holding her prisoner. “You are beautiful, Maggie.”
She flushed, her eyes dropping slightly. She knew better than to argue with him about this, but she still didn’t believe it.
“You know I don’t lie.”
“I know.” It was true but so was the fact that he made his living manipulating the truth to his advantage.
“But you still don’t believe me.”
“I do. I know you find me attractive.”
“I find you beautiful,” he corrected. “I have from the moment you bumped into me.”
“Please. You were a grouch. You yelled at me for trying to clean up the mess I made on your jacket.”
“I didn’t yell. I snapped and it was because you weren’t paying attention to me, the man. You were too busy dabbing at my clothes.”
“I didn’t want them to stain.”
“I didn’t care. Here you were this lush, beautiful woman with tits I wanted to bury my face in and—”
“Terry.” She slapped his chest, picturing his face smothered against her breasts. The heat between her legs revved up again.
“It’s true.” He chuckled.
“You still don’t need to be crass.” She glanced at the other men who were once again watching them.
“You love it when I talk like that. You get so fucking wet.” His hand slipped between her legs, hovering right below her pussy. “You’re wet now. Aren’t you?”
“Yes.” There was no point lying. He’d discover that for himself very soon. Her lips parted on a gasp as his finger stroked along her crease.
“Soaked and we’ve barely begun.” He kissed her, his tongue diving into her mouth and exploring while his finger slid back and forth between her legs.
She reached up, clinging to his shoulders and pressing against his strong body.
He broke the kiss, stepping away. “It’s time, rabbit.”