Continued from Part 8.
True to his word, three days later, Chris was waiting for her outside the library. He looked immaculate in a tailored suit. Her heart skipped a beat. It was strange meeting him outside the library.
Chris was standing next to a black Aston Martin. She wasn’t a car expert by any means, but she did know that Aston Martins weren’t cheap. So Chris had money. That didn’t need to change anything. She was still coming with him to a place unknown for him to play out his depraved fantasies. His wealth didn’t detract from that, if anything, it heightened the feeling of danger. Wealthy men could get away with anything and who was she? A lowly librarian whom no one cared about.
She took a deep breath and walked towards him. He held the door open for her and she got in. She hadn’t pegged him as old-fashioned and wasn’t sure she liked learning these things about him. It was one thing being fucked by a relative stranger at her place of work but this felt almost like a date.
Apart from greeting her, Chris didn’t say anything as he navigated traffic. She took note of where they were going in case she needed to make it home by herself.
A few minutes later he pulled into the parking garage of a large townhouse. She wondered if he lived here and decided not to ask. She didn’t want to know too much about him.
He led her into the house and took her downstairs into a basement. For a brief moment, panic engulfed her. What was she doing? She didn’t know Chris, no one knew where she was and he could easily kill her and get away with it. No one would be able to find her body.
She shivered as she followed him into a large, open space. Windows along one wall let in bright sunlight. It was undeniably a sex dungeon. Rachel would’ve laughed if she hadn’t been so nervous. There was a large four-poster bed in the corner. Along the wall next to it were various BDSM implements: whips, paddles, handcuffs, rope. In the middle of the room was a chair that looked like it came out of a medieval torture dungeon.
Chris put his hand on her back, startling her. “Why don’t you text your friend that you’re here? I’ll drive you home after, so you don’t need to worry about that.”
His concern had bothered her when they’d been fucking in the library, but now she was grateful for it. She sent a quick message and put her phone away. Her anxiety fled, being replaced with excitement. Now that she knew she was safe, she wanted to experience whatever Chris wanted to do to her.
She put her handbag on a nearby table and shrugged off her coat. Chris followed her into the room. He walked with the grace of a panther, completely in control in his own space. It was as if he was a different person than the man who took his pleasure from her in the library.
They ended up in front of the bed. The air was charged between them. Rachel felt as if she was on the cusp of something momentous. She couldn’t put her finger on it and before she could analyse the feeling any further, Chris pulled her closer. He took her into his arms and his lips found hers. Her body responded as if it had a mind of its own. She parted her lips and let him in. A wild desire took hold of her and she buried her hands in his hair, pressing herself against him. His knees hit the edge of the bed and he fell backwards, pulling her on top of him.
Something shifted inside her. She kissed him hungrily, a different need driving her. She pulled his shirt off before feasting on his mouth again. His hands pulled at the hem of her dress and she helped him take it off. His trousers followed and they fell back on the bed again, naked and breathless.
She pushed him down and climbed on top of him. Straddling his lap, she reached for his cock and positioned it at her entrance. It felt strange to be in charge and even stranger that he let her.
She sunk down onto his cock. He sighed as if it was the first time he had entered her. His hands encircled her waist, drawing her closer.
She lowered herself on top of him and his mouth found hers again. He moaned softly at the back of his throat as she began to ride him slowly. His groans became deeper, reverberating deep inside her. She fucked him with measured strokes, allowing the ache in her cunt to deepen until it spread throughout her whole body, setting her on fire.
Chris allowed her to be in charge. His hands guided her, but he didn’t take over. She tilted her hips so her clit ground against his pubic bone. Her breath became ragged. Sweat poured off her as the delicious ache inside her intensified until she couldn’t stand it any longer.
She pushed herself upright. Pressing her hands against his chest she began to ride him hard, her hips bucking against his, rising and falling on his twitching cock. His hands dug into her hips and his head was thrown back in ecstasy. His moans had become louder, almost animalistic. She loved the way he grunted each time she lowered herself on him.
Her cunt clenched against his cock, drawing him deep inside her as her orgasm tore through her. Chris cried out and held her still on his cock. A moment later his cum hit her deep inside. She slumped forward, her energy expended. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lightly.
When they had both regained their breath, Rachel rolled off him. He pulled her close and kissed her again. She didn’t want to analyse how that made her feel. For the first time since meeting Chris, the pleasure hadn’t been something he had done to her. They had pleasured each other.
“So…what is your name?”
Rachel snorted. “You don’t know my name?”
She could feel Chris shake his head. “I never asked. You didn’t offer. I didn’t think it was necessary to know your name.”
“And now it is?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
She lifted herself up on her elbow. “What have you been calling me so far?”
He chuckled. “Hot librarian.”
She grinned. “That sounds about right.” She paused for a moment. Telling him her name wouldn’t hurt. “I’m Rachel.”
His smile deepened. “Nice to meet you, Rachel.”
She sat up and took in the room. “So what is this place. Is it your home?”
He sat up next to her. “No, it’s just a place I use occasionally.”
She decided not to press it. She looked back at him. “Who is this Martin you and Holly were talking about?”
He shrugged. “A business associate.”
“And why would a business associate of yours have men who’d want to fuck me.”
He didn’t meet her eye. “It’s complicated.”
She lay back down and stretched languidly. “I thought you were going to ease me into something. I have a feeling this romp wasn’t what you had in mind.”
He chuckled and kissed her shoulder. “No, this was unexpected. Lovely though.”
“Martin’s men like to use the whip on women. Have you ever been whipped?”
Her smile faded. “No. Spanked, yes. I liked it.”
“Whipping is an entirely different sensation.” He ran his hand over her bare back.
“Do we have to do this?” Not that she didn’t like the sound of it. It was a challenge, it involved pain and lots of fucking. What was not to love?
“If I want to keep seeing you, yes.”
She swallowed. This sounded like it was getting a lot more real. A lot more intimate. Was she prepared to go there with Chris? She’d just wanted sex from him, but what had happened between them this evening was more than just sex. And the fact that he wanted to keep seeing her…
But she found she wanted to keep seeing him as well. He made her feel alive. She didn’t want this to end.
“Okay, then let’s do this.”
“Are you sure?”
She gave him what she thought was a withering look. “Of course I’m sure. I like being fucked and I’m always up for new experiences. I’ll still be able to use my safeword, right?”
He evaded the question. “I’ll be there the whole time.”
He shook her head. “No, this time I’m only watching.”
She could feel the familiar tug of arousal deep in her belly. The idea of being fucked by a group of men while Chris was made to watch was very alluring indeed.
She lay down and pulled him on top of her. She reached for his cock and found him already semi-hard again. “So you’ll watch them whip and fuck me?”
She pulled on his cock until he was hard enough to enter her. Her cunt ached to be taken again.
Chris groaned as he sunk into her. He kissed her neck, sending sparks through her body. “I’ll be watching.” His voice held none of the tenderness from before. “Trust me, it will get me off watching them ruin you completely. And then, when they’ve left you shaken and sated, I will take you. I’ll finish you off completely so you won’t even know your own name anymore.”
Rachel gasped as Chris picked up the pace. He bent over her, his mouth close to her ear. “You’re going to wish you’d walked away from me when you’d first laid eyes on me. You’ll be addicted to me before this is all over.”
‘I already am,’ she thought as her body strained towards another orgasm. It ripped through her a moment later, making her cry out from the sheer power of it. Her cunt clenched around Chris’s cock and she pulled him under in the wave of ecstasy that engulfed her.
Continue reading Part 10.
It’s the roaring twenties.
Desperate to escape the stifling confines of her life with her aunt and uncle in New York, Jane Travers arrives at her friend Rachel’s country home determined to enjoy a summer full of fun and excitement. Rachel has promised her risqué parties, but what awaits Jane is beyond her wildest dreams. Guided by her old flame, Sidney Fitzroy, and the sensual singer Lillian Smith, Jane enthusiastically embarks on a journey of sexual self-discovery.
With Sidney and Lillian both satisfying her deepest desires, Jane sheds her restrictive upbringing and embraces her newfound freedom. As her feelings for both Lillian and Sidney intensify, Jane faces an impossible choice: a stable future with Sidney or a lifetime of excitement with Lillian.
But how can she choose when her heart belongs to both of them?