She's All In: Club 3, Book 1 (22 page)

Daisy cried out at the butterfly caress, a high, soft whimper. Dack groaned and played with one of her breasts almost absently as he watched the other woman’s face between Daisy’s thighs and the look of pleasure in her eyes as she licked Daisy.

“Jesus, that’s hot,” he approved. “Ah, Petal, thank you for this. I’ll sure as hell never forget it.”

Daisy never would either, assuming she survived. She struggled to catch her breath as Tamara used her clever tongue mercilessly, circling Daisy’s clitoris with that soft, wet tip.

Dack kissed Daisy’s head and spoke in her ear. “Look around, Petal. You have an audience.”

Daisy blinked. Focused. Oh God, there were people crowding around the sofa to watch. Had they been invited or what?

“You’ve got everyone here at fever pitch,” Dack said. He pinched her nipple, twisting it, the near pain a counterpoint to Tamara’s tongue on her clitoris. “Come, Petal. Come for me. Let everyone see how hot and responsive you are.”

As if his deep voice were linked to her pussy, all the pleasure of Tamara’s tongue, Dack’s touch, and the eyes watching her, admiring her, arced down deep inside her and imploded. Daisy came, arching into Tamara’s mouth with a high, soft moan as ecstasy surged through her.

Dack groaned, a low animal sound of desperate need. “Oh Jesus,” he muttered. “That is so fucking hot.”

Daisy lay in Dack’s arms, panting, her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure, and…need? Did she really want more? Oh yes, she did. Her pussy felt empty. She wanted Dack’s big, hard length, the culmination of all of this.

“Petal,” Dack said. “You forgot to say thank you.”

“Thank you,” Daisy croaked. Tamara smiled, looking very pleased with herself as she rose gracefully to her feet.

Someone clapped. Another person joined them. Daisy blinked. The club members crowded around were applauding. Applauding her and Tamara. Daisy turned on Dack’s lap, wanting to hide.

“C’mere,” Dack said. He shifted her on his lap so she was snuggled across it, tucked up against him with her legs together, his arms around her. “You did good, Petal,” he praised her, his voice warm. “I’m proud of you. That was one of the bravest things I’ve ever seen.”

It was? She looked up at him. “I did it for you.”

He cupped the side of her head in his hand, his eyes hot and tender. “I know you did. Thank you. And it made a nice apology for last time.”

This had been a test. He’d pushed her to see if she really wanted to be his sub or just play a little. He’d asked her at the bar if she was all in, and she’d sure demonstrated that she was.

Even if she was never going to be able to look some of these people in the eye again. Jesus, had she really let Mason and Jake touch her that way?

“Dack,” said a man’s voice from nearby. “Tamara tells me she wants me to fuck her here, so Daisy won’t feel she’s the only one on display.”

Dack nodded. “Great idea.”

Cuddled in Dack’s arms, Daisy watched as the pretty redhead tugged off her panties and then knelt on the ottoman in the middle of the crowded area. She leaned over on her hands and arched her back, thrusting her bottom out at her dom, in profile to Daisy. She winked at Daisy as her dom stood behind her and unfastened his black slacks. Someone tossed him a condom, which he caught one-handed.

Daisy watched him don the bright green condom and then thrust his cock into Tamara’s pussy. The crowd around them shifted, murmuring approvingly. Awe filled Daisy at the pleasure on both of the couple’s faces. They clearly got off on being watched, but Tamara’s dom was attuned to her too, leaning over her to slide one hand under her and stroke her clitoris while he took her.

“You like watching them?” Dack asked, his hand probing between her thighs.

Daisy nodded. Safe in his arms, she could admit that this whole group scene was incredibly exciting.

“Good.” He cupped her pussy with his hand, two fingers sliding inside, hooking to find her G-spot again. “Then come for me again while you watch.”

She did. But even as pleasure shivered through her, her pussy clasping his fingers, Daisy wanted more.

“Dack,” she pleaded, reaching up to touch his face. His beard was soft against her fingers, the shape of his jaw hard and square underneath.

His glittering eyes narrowed. “Daisy, you look at me that way, I’m gonna give you what you need right here, right now.”

She nodded, her heart pounding, a deep sweet pleasure curling inside her. She wanted to submit completely to him, here and now. “Yes, Dack.”

Dack growled, that deep sound in his chest that said his dom was ascendant. “Then I want more than my fingers inside you.”

His warm hand hooked under her bottom and lifted her. For the second time that night, Daisy found herself astride him. And this time, she knew nothing short of Mt. Hood blowing up was going to keep him from having her.

She leaned close to him, her lips parted. “You promised me at the walk-a-thon you’d kiss me first.”

“First, during and after,” he growled. He took her mouth with his, drawing her into a kiss that turned deep and hot and wet. Daisy hung on to him, one hand on his chest, one in his hair. It was silky in her fingers.

His hand worked between them, and, with a few deft movements, his cock slapped against her belly, hard and hot. Demanding attention.

He lifted her with one arm around her hips, and she gasped. “Condom.”

He grunted. “Petal, I’ve had a hard-on since before you got here. I’m all suited up.”

He guided himself into her wet labia. And the rest was easy, really. After all her worry, it was so easy to let him pull her down on his hard, questing length. So easy to lean into his kiss and let him guide her to ride him with long, firm strokes. He filled her, so big and hard and perfect, exactly what she’d been needing for so very long. A man to tell her what she needed and give it to her when and where he decided.

All around them, lovers were interacting. She could hear the smacks and whimpers as someone received a spanking, and just over Dack’s shoulder, a young man kneeling before his dom to give a blowjob that both men were clearly enjoying. Behind her, Daisy heard Mason laugh and a woman’s joyous giggle join in. The air smelled of perfume, cologne, leather and sex.

“Lookin’ good, Hummer,” commented Jake from behind her.

Oh God, he was watching Dack fuck her. Her cheek against Dack’s, Daisy turned her head to see Trace standing in the shadows, watching them as well. He winked at her.

She turned back to Dack. He was waiting, his hot, glittering gaze holding hers as he held her just where he wanted her with his big hands and drove his cock up into her sleek depths.

Having her here, in front of other people, where they could see everything—see his cock driving in and out of her, thick and glistening, see her pussy stretched to take him. Where they could all hear the slap of their flesh, hear him groaning with pleasure and hear her own moans that rose with the hot, dark pleasure gathering in her pussy. Where they could all tell that she loved this, loved having him hold her and take her as he wanted. Loved that she couldn’t help the pleasure that was building until she would have done anything to keep him inside her.

“You wanna come, Petal?” he asked her, his voice rough.

She nodded, riding him, letting him set the pace that was rocketing her hard and fast toward ecstasy. She knew what he wanted. “Yes. Please, Dack, let me come. I want everyone to watch us come…together.”

He bared his teeth in a ferocious, triumphant smile. “All right, sub. Come for me now.”

His words sent her over the edge, and with a high cry, Daisy came so hard she nearly fainted. She kept coming as he drove into her with long, hard, frantic thrusts and then held her down on him, his big body straining under hers as he groaned with ecstasy.

Daisy fell forward onto his chest, and he lay back in the leather sofa, holding her close.

She lay in his arms, her body quivering with aftershocks of pleasure as her pussy clasped him in secret.

“Thank you, Petal,” Dack murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before relaxing again with a deep sigh. “You’re an amazing woman.”

Daisy smiled into his throat. She felt…ravished.

And cherished.

“Margaritas?” asked a teasing voice over their heads.

“Twila,” Dack said. “You are an angel.”

Daisy mumbled a protest as he pulled her upright on his lap, but he dealt quickly with the condom and then tucked her across his lap again, her panties in place and camisole righted. Then he handed her a margarita, the frosty glass rimmed with salt.

He held his own glass up before her, smiling at her. Her insides melted at the relaxed, sleepy look of satisfaction on his hard face. “To you,” he said.

“To us,” Daisy corrected. She would never have dared to go this far with any other man. He was the one who turned her to melted butter, malleable to his will. He was the one she craved.

A shadow flickered in his gaze, but he lifted his glass and drank. Daisy drank as well. No drink had ever tasted sweeter.

Chapter Thirteen

On Sunday, Daisy studied. On Monday evening, she had class.

Tuesday, she bolted out the WorldWide Realty door after work and broke at least one speed limit driving to the gym. Since she and Dack hadn’t exchanged phone numbers yet—an oversight she planned to fix—she couldn’t call him, so she wanted to be at Big Iron Fitness when he arrived. She couldn’t wait to see him.

He walked in sweaty and smudged with dirt as usual. Daisy smiled from her treadmill—he was the only guy she knew who looked sexy even when he was filthy. But although he returned her smile, he merely nodded a greeting as he strode back to the men’s locker room.

When he emerged, fresh and clean in the sexy tank she loved, Daisy met him by the exercise mats.

“Hey, you,” she said, smiling up at him.

“Hey, yourself.” He smiled down at her, and Daisy laughed to herself at the inanity of their conversation. Didn’t matter what they said aloud, the heat in his gaze spoke volumes.

“Having a good week?”

She nodded. “Great one. How about you?”

He nodded back. “Good so far. You know—”

“Dack, front desk please.” Trace’s amplified voice interrupted him. Daisy frowned at the man grinning from the desk.

“I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Dack took a step backward, his smile pleasant but impersonal.

Daisy nodded, but a chill slithered down her spine.

She watched him walk away and then turned back to her workout. This was his place of business, she reminded herself as she dropped onto the mats to stretch. He couldn’t very well spend his time flirting with her.

But he could’ve spent another minute talking to her. Because she hated the memories that were crowding her mind, of the other women here that he hugged and laughed with. He hadn’t even touched her. And that really bothered her. Was she just a club playmate to him?

Oh geez. Was she falling for him? “Not smart, Daisy,” she whispered to herself as she arched into another stretch.

She could do this, she told herself. She was exploring her sexuality, that was all, and he was helping her do so.

Dack stalked toward the front desk and his irritating business partner, who watched him with a smirk that made Dack long to plant his fist in the other man’s perfect teeth. “What?” he growled.

Trace’s smile stayed in place as he keyed in a member’s card. “You have a great workout, Wendy.”

He turned back to Dack. “Just helping you out, Hummer,” he drawled. “You haven’t forgotten your club rules already, have you?”

Dack stared at him. Then he rolled his shoulders uncomfortably. “I haven’t forgotten.”

“Good,” Trace said in a low voice. “’Cause Daisy’s a nice girl, but I’d hate to see you roped and tied just because you had one great…ah, date.”

Dack’s cheeks burned. “Well, you can quit worrying, bro,” he said, smiling with an effort. “Takes more than a couple of good ‘dates’ to hogtie this son.”

He walked back toward the weight-lifting area. Why the hell did Trace have to use the word date? Daisy had asked him for a date, and then he’d gone and told her his appearance at the walk-a-thon was a date. Of course, she’d gotten a big kick out of that. His heart warmed as he remembered the delight in her lovely eyes, the way her face glowed when she smiled at him.

He looked over as he walked by the exercise mats and found her kneeling with her gorgeous heart-shaped ass in the air, her head down and slender arms stretched out before her. A great stretch, but one that looked way too much like a submissive pose for his libido. He groaned as his cock stiffened, and yanked on his baggy tank, making sure it hung over his groin.

Trace was right, he had to stay away from her as much as possible, or she’d start getting ideas that they were in a relationship. And he didn’t want that… Right? He stopped before the mirrors, staring blankly at the rows of shining barbells. Didn’t want to be tied down to one woman, didn’t want her to have expectations, demands on his time.

Then he looked at his reflection in the mirror and scowled, his jaw hardening. If she had no demands on his time, that meant the opposite was true. And the thought of some other dom putting his hands on Daisy made his blood burn in his veins. He clenched his hands into fists and turned away from the mirror.