The Sub Who Switched [Doms and Acquaintances 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (8 page)

“God, you’re tight, Ellie. I think it’s in.”

Her voice was shallow. “I know it’s in.”

He laughed but still asked, “Are you all right?”

“Am I all right, he asks when I have a huge vibrator inside me, thrusting back and forth with the end tickling my clit?”

That got a chortle, and he moved slightly, forcing her leg bent over his shoulder to widen her entry even more. “This really is amazing to watch.”

Her body trembled violently beneath his, “Oh God, Nick. I’m going to come.” She then wailed loudly when he suddenly switched off the Rabbit and held it still.

“Don’t you dare! You don’t come without my permission.”

“Shit, Nick. Please?”

He didn’t let her. Instead he removed the toy altogether.

“Noooooo.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you something even better.” With that he dropped her leg and moved his body up over hers to enter her pussy with his own cock instead.

She laughed harshly. “Just like a man to think his equipment is better.”

“Oh, I’ll prove it.”

He then pushed further into her sheath. She swore she could feel each and every inch of him and savored the fact that he was less rigid than the toy while still being hard. He was also alive. She could feel him pulsing, she was sure. Something else she was sure about was that he was both wider and longer than the toy, and it was heaven as he thrust gently at first, then faster and faster. This was a million times better than a Rabbit!

His hands clenched her hips tightly as he pounded into her, his body rubbing her aching clit as he did. She relished the feel of his weight on hers, aware of how much she missed that sensation when using sex toys instead.

Her cries got louder as Nick’s breathing got quicker. Her hands gripped the headboard so tightly she was surprised she didn’t splinter it.

Then it was all over and they both spasmed into climax at the same time their bodies crashed against one another. Nick clasped her butt to hold her against him as he thrust convulsively into her, crying her name over and over. Ellie pressed her pussy upward to keep the pressure on her clit just a little longer.

It was several minutes before they both stilled and she could let go of the headboard, her fingers feeling numb.

Nick raised his head to stare down at her. “So are you going to tell me which was better, the Rabbit or me?”

The laughter was getting raucous as the very hunky, very bronzed, and very good-looking stripper ripped off his shirt in one go to the accompanying shrieks from those watching. He was also very young Ellie decided and then wondered when she had become so old. He was only about eight years younger than her, but it still made her seem ancient all of a sudden. She sighed, knowing the age thing was getting to her.

They were sitting in Domini’s, and it was just the girls as this was Kat’s hen night, hence the stripper who had been booked by Gina, Ellie guessed.

Coming to the club for the hen night had actually been Ellie’s idea, but she had only intended for them to have fun watching some scenes, not being part of them. In fact, Ben had been insistent that they watched only and kept their hands to themselves. Ellie was pretty sure he would have left strict orders with the staff to that effect.

But now, poor Kat’s face was as red as her hair, and she was refusing to go anywhere near the man. He had seemed very normal when he had approached the table, wearing his smart navy uniform, looking like something out of a Hollywood film. Although in hindsight, it did seem a little odd that he would be so young and also an officer. And much too pretty.

The laughter had started shortly after when he had flashed them a grin with a mouth full of very white teeth, and had flung his hat on the table as appropriate music struck up from his iPod, which he removed from his pocket and laid down on their table, too.

Moving back from the table, he had started wiggling his hips sensuously in time to the music. Ellie had recognized it instantly, “Sex Bomb.” The girls had stared at each other at first, wondering what was going on. As the stripper had discarded his jacket, he made sure he looked each of the girls straight in the eye, making it seem like he was here just for them. Or at least that was how it had seemed to Ellie.

She couldn’t decide what she wanted to look at first. On the one hand there was the wonderful body contorting in front of her, and she had to be right in the front, didn’t she! Now it made sense why Gina had tried to get Kat to sit in Ellie’s seat when they had arrived. But Ellie also had an overwhelming urge to look back at the girls to see how they were taking all this in.

Grinning broadly to herself, she decided a brief glimpse to the latter was called for. Rebecca was sitting to her left at the end of the table, shaking her head in an almost motherly exasperation as she leaned back to allow room for her bump of seven months. A hand was raised to her mouth. Ellie wasn’t sure if Rebecca was hiding a laugh or was shocked.

Kat was next to Rebecca on the other side of the table. At this moment, she was trying to hide her embarrassment, having pulled her long curly hair over her face and then placed her hands on top of it to cover her eyes to block out the sight. Gina had an arm around Kat, trying to encourage her to watch, without success. Since Gina was the most likely culprit for having organized this, it wasn’t surprising she was the most vocal and had the broadest grin.

Ellie caught her eye and shook her head in an expression of “you wicked, wicked girl.”

Gina simply shrugged her shoulders, beamed, and continued her attempts to persuade Kat to look up, which seemed to coincide with every time the stripper thrust his hips forward on the words “sex bomb.”

Jessie, next to Gina, was amusing in that she was reacting the opposite way to Rebecca, considering she was only one who was already a mother in their group, her little girl being six weeks old now and at home being looked after by her doting father. Clearly maturity didn’t come with motherhood, but maybe losing one’s inhibitions did as Jessie was nearly as vocal as Gina and was trying to urge Kat to wear the cap the guy had thrown onto the table.

Ellie’s smile broadened at the knowledge of how much Jessie had come out of her shell since she had got together with Sam. Sometimes she could be as much of an exhibitionist as Ellie. Kat wouldn’t take the hat, so Jessie put it on her own head instead.

The last of the group was Lissa, who sat at the other end of the table, her jaw practically on the floor in stunned shock. Ellie giggled at the picture she made and, looking back to see what had shocked Lissa so much, she nearly missed the trousers being ripped off until they arrived over her head. “Hey,” Ellie cried, quickly pushing them aside, not wanting to miss a moment of the action.

He was now just wearing a thong. Ellie’s thoughts were diverted to wonder when exactly he had taken his shoes off. She guessed this had happened she was looking at the girls. Her eyes were now drawn straight back up to his mid regions to the thong which hardly covered anything at all, his cock was bulging so much. He was clearly aroused by this.

Kat’s groan of “oh God” resounded across the table. Glancing over, Ellie saw that Kat had parted her hair to take a swift peek. She chortled at the thought of how Kat was going to tell Ben about this. It was one thing for him to put her in a D/s scene with him and another guy like he had done at the beginners’ BDSM conference Ellie had attended with Kat but quite another for things like this to happen without his say-so, being a very strict Dom. And Ellie doubted very much that Gina had asked his permission beforehand for this display. That would be a very interesting conversation afterward.

“I have a present here for Kat,” intoned the guy in a husky, sexy, enticing voice as he ran his hands up and down his body.

“Oh yeah, where?” called out Jessie like a fishwife. Ellie nearly choked at Lissa’s expression as she turned to look at the woman next to her with incredulity on her face. It wasn’t that Lissa was a prude. If the books she wrote with her husband, Matt, were anything to go by, they had a healthy sex life. But this was only Lissa’s second visit to this club, and she wasn’t one of the girls who had expressed a particular interest to get into the BDSM lifestyle. On the other hand, neither had Jessie, Ellie laughed to herself.

The stripper was moving again. His back was to the girls, and he was wiggling his butt, his gorgeous, muscular butt, in their direction while looking over his shoulder as if to tempt them to touch him.

As Ellie continued to study him, she became aware of the other residents in the room, all looking in their direction. Some looks were annoyed, but most were enjoying it, or at least amused by it. Looking toward the bar, she suspected the bartender, however, was on the phone to Ben, judging by the look he was giving them and the animated conversation he was having.
Uh-oh.
The stripper had better finish quickly or he was in trouble!

As if he knew this, the man startled to cajole them, raising his arms over his head, knowing his muscles would ripple when he did this, “Come on, ladies. If Kat is too chicken, how about one of the rest of you? You’re her bridesmaids, aren’t you? Doesn’t that mean you get to
assist
the bride in all sorts of things?” He followed this up by dropping his arms and cupping himself, rubbing his cock suggestively, very suggestively.

The response was a mixture of groans from Kat and Rebecca, yells from Gina and Jessie, and Lissa’s mouth dropping even further on the ground. “Go on, Ellie, you’re nearest. Go for it, gal,” shouted Jessie in undiluted excitement, waving her arms in the direction of the man. She was quite happy to encourage others, but if she was sitting on this side of the table, Jessie probably wouldn’t be so vocal, Ellie considered, very amused by her friend.

“No!” That came from Rebecca, very loudly and forcibly.

“What—
you
want to cop a feel?” asked Jessie, surprised. “Ellie’s the only single one here.” That said a lot. That she was prepared to enjoy watching the spectacle, but no way would she take part.

“Hardly, but Ellie has a guy. She is with Nick.”

“Oh no, I’m not,” Ellie said fervently, sitting upright quickly. She was surprised at how vehemently that had come out. She might have done a couple of things with Nick, but that didn’t mean they were a couple. In fact it came to her in an instant that she knew they would never be a couple.

Putting that thought aside, and the sadness that came with it, Ellie gestured eagerly for the stripper to come closer, her tongue between her teeth mischievously. Giggles came from behind her as he smirked and sauntered over to her, rubbing a hand over his six-pack teasingly. When he stopped before her, she reached out to rest her hands on his hips. Rubbing her hands deliberately over his tight buttocks, she made loud, appreciative noises as she did, aware that the girls could hear her. Laughter came from them as they watched her actions.

Pulling her to her feet, the muscles in the stripper’s arms meant Ellie bumped into his hard body as she rose swiftly, and he held her very close to him, his fingers digging into her buttocks. Shrieks came from behind her, and her attention was split between the stripper and the girls, wanting to look back to see their reaction, but also wanting to concentrate on the man as well, as she felt his erection rocking against her. Guessing it was part of the act to thrust so suggestively, she joined in and pressed her body closer, running her hands over his pecs. God he felt so hard, and she wasn’t referring to his cock. His body was rock solid.

“Way to go, girl,” roared Gina, following this up with some loud whooping. Ellie looked over her shoulder and raised her eyebrows grinning.
God, Gina is noisy.

The stripper brought her attention back to him by the simple expedient of taking hold of one of her hands and edging it very slowly down his body getting closer and closer to his thong as he continued to smirk at the girls over Ellie’s shoulder.

Her heart beat faster, and glancing back at the table, Ellie saw exactly what she expected. Rebecca frowning, Kat uncertain, Gina whooping, Jessie laughing, Lissa still shocked. She had to laugh at Lissa’s face, and, letting her inhibitions go totally, Ellie broadly grinned at them. This was the only clue she gave the girls to what she was about to do as she let the stripper press her hand under his thong to cup his cock.

Wow! It would be a particularly large cock, wouldn’t it?

She shivered as she fondled him, wondering if there was a size requirement for people who did stripping for a living. On the other hand, it was clear that he was as aroused as she was. Her excitement rose even further as she wrapped her fingers around him, or at least tried to. His other arm draped around her to hold her very close, his muscles rippling against her waist. His knee slipped between her legs so that her hips pressed against him, his muscular thigh pushing against her throbbing clit.

As she squeezed him, Ellie considered what on earth to do next, whether he would expect her to pull his thong off altogether, or even better, if he would want her to get on her knees and start sucking him off. She wondered what the reaction of the girls would be if she did exactly that—probably fainting from some quarters and her brother never talking to her again.

Trembling at the thought of doing it even if it meant dismissal from her family, she nearly groaned in disappointment when the music came to an end. The stripper gave her a look of apology as he moved away to pick up his discarded clothes.