She's All In: Club 3, Book 1 (21 page)

He let her nipple go with a pop, admiring her reddened, glistening flesh. He pressed little kisses to the plump curve of her breast. Then he turned to the other one.

This time, Daisy moaned. She couldn’t help it. She wanted to cradle his head close to her, run her fingers through his hair, muss it up.

“I want to touch you,” she told him, watching as his cheeks bowed in as he suckled her, his lashes an ebony fringe on his angular cheeks.

He gave her a dark look and shook his head slightly. Then he used his teeth to scrape gently, and Daisy shivered with pleasure. He did it again.

Her pussy was contracting now with each pull of his mouth on her sensitive flesh. She tightened her thighs on his, wishing she could ride down on one of his thighs and ease the ache of need gathering between her own.

Dack drew back and looked her over before gazing up into her face. “You’re beautiful, Petal. The hottest woman in this club tonight.”

Daisy smiled tremulously at him. “Thank you. Can we—are you going to…?”

He stroked one warm hand down over her bare hip and thigh, the other one reaching to grasp her wrists and hold them. “Am I gonna fuck you? Oh, yeah. Long and hard. Later.”

Disappointment speared through her. “Why not…now?” She blushed hotly at her own boldness, but what the hell, she wanted it and she knew he did too. And here they were at the club.

“Because you need to trust me,” he said.

“I do,” she protested. She did, really. She fought down the uncertainty niggling at her.

He nodded, his smile gone. “Then turn around and sit on my lap.”

Slowly, Daisy did as he said. As she turned to face the other couples sitting around, she suddenly remembered that her nipples were poking right out of her cami. She wanted to grab her top and pull it closed, but she knew Dack was waiting for her to do something of the kind. And if she did, he’d send her home. Away from the club, and away from him.

Her gaze collided with Mason’s and then Jake’s, who was leaning on the corner behind the other sofa. Holy crap. Looking at the floor, she sat quickly on Dack’s lap, squirming back into the shelter of his arms. His big body was heat and strength under her, his leathers supple under her legs, the muscle underneath hard.

And the long, stiff shape prodding her bottom through his leathers—she wanted that. He was aroused, and soon he’d be inside her.

He patted her thigh and then took both her hands and held them in his. “Hold on to me, Petal,” he said, his voice warm and deep in her ear. “I’ve got you, and I’m not gonna let you go. All right?”

She shrugged uncertainly. “Okay, but what—?”

“But you need to trust me completely. When you’re here at the club, I decide what’s best for you and when you’re gonna get it. Right?”

She squirmed pleasurably, loving the command in his voice. “Yes, Dack.”

He gave a huff of laughter, his torso quivering under her. “Glad to hear it. But there’s still the matter of the last time you were here, sub.”

“I ran,” she admitted, turning her head to look up at him. “I’m sorry I…embarrassed you.”

He stroked the inside of her wrists with his thumbs. “Thank you. Now, Petal, you’re gonna show me two things. That you are sorry, and that you trust me.”

Foreboding seized her. As he looked beyond her, she turned her head and found Mason and Jake and the other couples all watching her and Dack. Looking at her in the scanty cami and panties, with her nipples peeping out, stiff and aroused. She could feel their gazes like a physical touch.

“Now,” Dack said. “Who wants a turn first?”

Daisy froze, ice pouring through her veins. He didn’t mean—he couldn’t possibly mean what she thought he did… Could he? Because if one of these other doms whipped out his cock, she was going to scream “red” so loud, the whole city would hear her.

Mason chuckled as he scooted off the ottoman and knelt before Daisy. “Christ, Dack, you could’ve worded that better. I think your sweet little sub expects someone to try to fuck her right here.”

Dack’s body tightened beneath her, a growl rumbling in his chest. “Anyone who tries will have his cock handed to him.” He stroked Daisy’s wrists again and pressed a kiss to her head just above her ear. “Petal, on the club questionnaire, you said you were interested in trying a little ménage.”

Daisy tried to answer, but her throat seemed to be frozen. “M-maybe…?” she whispered.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Now it was the worst idea she’d ever had in her life. She’d somehow imagined herself in a much more private setting, and in control of how much and what happened.

Mason put his warm hands on her thighs, hooking his hands to stroke the sensitive skin behind her knees. “What’s your safe word, sweetie?”

Daisy focused on him, trying to control her quick, panting breaths. His eyes were twinkling, his mouth smiling in his square face. “R-red.”

He nodded. “That’s right. You say it, what’s gonna happen?”

“A-all the doms in hearing distance will be here to help me.” Saying the words aloud steadied her, reassured her.

“And who’s got you?” Dack asked, his mouth nuzzling her ear.

“You do.” She turned her hands and clung to his big wrists. His fingers closed over hers.

Mason squeezed her legs gently.

“Dack,” he said. “I’d love a taste of your sweet sub’s pretty breasts.”

Daisy felt Dack nod. She drew a shaky breath, willing herself not to whimper aloud as Mason hitched himself forward, leaning over. He smiled at her, his eyes warm with mischief and lust. First his warm breath brushed her nipple, and then his mouth closed over it, warm and wet and strange.

She squeezed her eyes shut, set to endure. But Mason’s mouth was supple and expert, his tongue rolling around her nipple to tease the sensitive flesh, alternating with suction and lapping.

She squirmed on Dack’s lap, pressing her thighs together, fighting the pleasure as Mason’s soft facial hair brushed her skin. Oh God, it felt so good, but it was so…naughty. And she wasn’t sure who she was angriest with right now—Mason for doing it, or Dack for allowing it, or herself for loving it.

“Hmm, I think she likes it,” Dack said. “I sure as hell like watching it. I’ll like it even more if I get to feel you creaming on my fingers, Petal.”

He pulled his right hand from her grasp, and he and Mason lifted her thigh up and to the side, so her leg was draped wide over Dack’s.

Dack cupped his big hand over her mound, and Mason pulled back to watch as Dack tugged on the bow that held her panties closed on her right hip. The bow came undone, and Dack tipped his head over her shoulder to watch as he stroked his fingers over the small triangle of dark blonde curls, and farther, along the wet, swollen seam of her labia.

“Mm-mm,” Mason approved. “Nice and wet. I think your sub likes having her pretty tits sucked, Hummer.”

“Well then, you better get busy,” Dack said and thrust his long, knobby finger inside her.

As Mason’s mouth closed on her other nipple at the same time, Daisy whimpered. She couldn’t help it, the pleasure and need of their combined attentions was too great.

“Not yet,” Dack chided as she squirmed, inviting his finger deeper inside her. “You don’t get to come quite yet, Petal.”

Mason sat back and smiled at her, licking his lips.

“What do you say to Mase, Petal?”

Daisy shook her head, not sure what he meant, or if she could even manage to speak coherently.

Dack smacked her inner thigh, a light sting on her tender skin. “Say thank you, sub.”

Daisy’s pussy contracted sharply. “Thank you, Mase,” she mumbled, peeping up him.

“My pleasure, sweetie.” He patted her knee and then levered himself to his feet.

Dack pulled his fingers from her pussy and lifted his hand to her breast, painting it with her own arousal. Then he pulled free of her other hand to dip those fingers into her pussy, and did the same to her other breast. “Mm, nice and wet,” he said with satisfaction. He played with her nipples as if he had all night. “Now, who’s next?”

When Jake straightened from the wall where he’d been leaning, watching the whole thing, Daisy stiffened even more. This whole thing had been choreographed. Dack’s two friends had stayed close, ready to cooperate.

In her…what? Humiliation? No, not quite that. Her submission to Dack’s will.

As Jake prowled forward to hunker down before her, his light gray gaze locked with hers. Daisy shivered. He might be polite, and Dack’s friend, but the huge dom scared her. The hard line of his mouth, the set of his wide, smooth-shaven jaw proclaimed he’d accept nothing less than complete submission, from Dack’s or anyone else’s sub.

“Permission to touch your sub’s sweet pussy,” Jake said in his deep, smooth voice.

Daisy’s head hurt. Oh, because she was pressing back into Dack’s hard collarbone, trying to meld into him. If only she could. She forced herself to relax her neck, and the pain disappeared.

Dack pressed another kiss to her temple. “Granted.”

She was going to die of…something. Fright? Shame? Excitement? Daisy could no more have put words to the blaze of heat and emotion inside her than she could have flown.

Dack cupped her breasts, holding them lightly as Jake laid one huge hand on her knee, and slipped the other one between her thighs. His hands were warm and surprisingly gentle for their size.

“You look hot and gorgeous tonight, Daisy,” he told her. “A dom can’t help but want to get his hands on you.”

He stroked the back of his knuckles over her mons, ruffling the damp curls, and then he probed one, no two fingers inside her. They slid easily into her sleek depths, and Daisy felt every nuance of his touch as he fucked her with his fingers.

Oh God, she’d never been so embarrassed in her life, so…invaded. Dack played with her breasts at the same time, kissing her temple and shushing her wordlessly as she squirmed, whimpering as the sweet, devilish torture became too much.

Then Jake hooked his fingers and pressed against her G-spot, and Daisy couldn’t help it, she arched into his touch, whimpering in her throat for more. She had to come now.

“Damn, she’s close,” Jake said. “I can feel her pussy starting to squeeze my fingers, so sweet.”

“Nah, you don’t get to make her come,” Dack said. “Not yet.”

“Well, hell,” Jake said. “At least I’ll get to watch.”

He pulled his fingers slowly from her pussy. Daisy glared at him, so angry at him and so frustrated she was ready to cry. She’d been so close.

Jake lifted his brows at her in a silent demand.

“Thank you,” she muttered.

Jake, who never smiled, did. His tough, square face creased with wicked humor, his eyes twinkling, white teeth flashing. He patted her knee.

“I do like to see a little sub suffer a bit,” he said to Dack. “Makes it all the sweeter when she finally gets to come.”

Dack patted Daisy’s tummy and let his hand rest there. He beckoned, and the pretty, slim redhead in a translucent green bra and thong rose from the sofa between Mason and her dom, a slender man who looked like he should be discussing poetry somewhere, not sitting in a sex club. She knelt before Daisy and smiled at her, her sleepy eyes full of fun.

“Dack, may I please help your sub come?” she asked in a husky voice.

Daisy shook her head, her heart pounding. “Oh no. No, no. Thanks, but—”

The doms all chuckled. Dack gave Daisy a smack, right on her pussy. It stung, so why did it make her want to arch into his touch?

“You don’t get to decide, sub.” He looked at the redhead’s dom, and the man nodded, gesturing his assent.

“Tamara, you are a sweetie,” Dack said. “And it will please me, and the rest of these horndogs”—all the other doms laughed again—“to watch you with my sub.”

Tamara looked at Daisy, giving her time to protest again, time to say her safe words. “I’ve been wanting to do this since we met, Daisy. You’ll like it, promise.”

Everything around her froze into slow motion. Dack’s chest moved under her, rising and falling with his breath. He pressed his lips to her temple, branding her with a sweet, tender kiss even as his hand stroked up her belly, stroking the cami away from her mons. Baring her completely to everyone’s gazes. Mason smiled at her, and Jake watched from his post, as did Tamara’s dom. All their eyes on her. Behind her, the music throbbed in a slow, sensual love song.

“You wanted to try this, Petal,” Dack murmured in her ear. “Do it now, for me.”

Daisy nodded. For him. Tamara leaned forward to untie the other bow on her panties. Oh God, she was going to let another woman go down on her so Dack and his friends could watch. She was so going to hell for this. And she was going to come right now just from the heat of the gazes on her bared pussy.

Dack pulled her other thigh up over his and hugged her. Tamara bent her head to kiss Daisy on her belly, just above her mound. The other woman’s long hair swung forward, silky on Daisy’s bare thighs.

“Mm, push your hair aside,” Dack instructed. “So your dom can watch.”

Tamara tossed her head, her hair falling to one side over Daisy’s thigh. Then she thrust out her small pink tongue and licked up the furrow of Daisy’s labia, straight to her clitoris.