Read Online SinfullyWicked by Tina Donahue - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Tina Donahue
Ads: Link
she
delivered his vodka gimlet, giving his hand something to do, then stepped back
to service the rest of her stations.
“Don’t go,” the one with the scotch and soda said, reducing
the space between them.
“Stay,” his friend chimed in and also advanced. “We came
here tonight just to see you.”
Such pretty liars. Not direct and unyielding like Connor or
Mitch. When it came to foreplay with them, Nikki envisioned what she wanted.
The brothers stating their minds, taking what they required, no BS, just ballsy
lust.
Mitch would haul her to one of the wingchairs where Connor
already sat, naked and insolent, his stiffened cock in one hand, his thumb
stroking the head, appeasing it until she tended to him. On her knees, she’d
bury her face in his groin, inhaling his luscious scent while Mitch positioned
her body, making certain her thighs were parted widely, her buttocks lifted,
her openings available.
As he settled in behind her doggie style, she’d lick the
length of Connor’s rod, hot and faintly salty, swirling her tongue around his
fleshy crown, enjoying his surprised gasp, taking his full length into her
mouth.
Mitch would plunge into her then, testing her endurance and
obedience, his fingers rubbing her clit in time with his unhurried thrusts,
demanding she pay attention to him and to his brother.
She would, releasing Connor’s cock to lick his lightly
furred balls, wonderfully wrinkled and—
“So do you?” Mr. Scotch and Soda asked, interrupting her
wayward thoughts.
Nikki offered a blank look and considered whether she should
give him a frown for having slipped his arm around her waist. A definite no-no
in this club, especially with his fingers so perilously close to her cunt.
Before they dipped there, she removed his hand from her.
“Careful,” his friend said, “or you’ll get us thrown out.”
To her, he asked, “Do you like to be spanked?”
Her entire body got hot, increasing the intensity of her
magnolia scent and wild fantasies of Mitch and Connor hauling her away from the
wingchair toward the shackles. Nikki’s arm fell to her side, her fingers barely
holding onto the tray as she stared at the instruments of punishment on the
wall, the manacles and the young women already there moaning in delight at each
lick of the strap.
“I think she does,” the friend added, then murmured to her,
“say yes.”
“To the frame,” Mr. S&S cut in. “We’ve already paid for
it, outbidding everyone else while you were getting our drinks.”
Efficient bastards, weren’t they. Probably great at their
jobs. Nikki forced a peek at the frame, all those eyebolts, chains, shackles
and the inescapable light pouring down. Unlike the servers manacled to the wall
and observed by a few, any woman who agreed to punishment on The Frame would
capture everyone’s attention…even from the monitors in Shoshana’s office.
“Yes,” Nikki breathed before she knew she would.
“Excellent,” Mr. S&S said, gesturing for one of the male
performers, another perfect specimen clad only in a leather G-string.
He gave Nikki’s tray to another server, then took Nikki’s
upper arm, leading her toward the platform. Iron Maiden’s Out of the Shadows cut off at “surely there is pain”. A female voice came on the sound system.
“We have a winner for tonight’s performance,” she cooed, her pronunciation
Dixie thick and sultry. “Let the punishment begin.”
Every guy who didn’t have liquor, a smoke or his date’s
tongue in his mouth let out a wild cheer. The music came back on, throbbing,
insistent. The male performer ascended the first step of the platform. There
were only four, but to Nikki she might as well have been facing Mt. Everest.
She couldn’t catch her breath. Her heart slammed into her throat.
At her hesitation, the young man turned, pretending to be
dominant even though his whisper was super nice. “Do you want to change your
mind, sugar?”
Yes—no—maybe—then again, maybe not. If
delivered his vodka gimlet, giving his hand something to do, then stepped back
to service the rest of her stations.
“Don’t go,” the one with the scotch and soda said, reducing
the space between them.
“Stay,” his friend chimed in and also advanced. “We came
here tonight just to see you.”
Such pretty liars. Not direct and unyielding like Connor or
Mitch. When it came to foreplay with them, Nikki envisioned what she wanted.
The brothers stating their minds, taking what they required, no BS, just ballsy
lust.
Mitch would haul her to one of the wingchairs where Connor
already sat, naked and insolent, his stiffened cock in one hand, his thumb
stroking the head, appeasing it until she tended to him. On her knees, she’d
bury her face in his groin, inhaling his luscious scent while Mitch positioned
her body, making certain her thighs were parted widely, her buttocks lifted,
her openings available.
As he settled in behind her doggie style, she’d lick the
length of Connor’s rod, hot and faintly salty, swirling her tongue around his
fleshy crown, enjoying his surprised gasp, taking his full length into her
mouth.
Mitch would plunge into her then, testing her endurance and
obedience, his fingers rubbing her clit in time with his unhurried thrusts,
demanding she pay attention to him and to his brother.
She would, releasing Connor’s cock to lick his lightly
furred balls, wonderfully wrinkled and—
“So do you?” Mr. Scotch and Soda asked, interrupting her
wayward thoughts.
Nikki offered a blank look and considered whether she should
give him a frown for having slipped his arm around her waist. A definite no-no
in this club, especially with his fingers so perilously close to her cunt.
Before they dipped there, she removed his hand from her.
“Careful,” his friend said, “or you’ll get us thrown out.”
To her, he asked, “Do you like to be spanked?”
Her entire body got hot, increasing the intensity of her
magnolia scent and wild fantasies of Mitch and Connor hauling her away from the
wingchair toward the shackles. Nikki’s arm fell to her side, her fingers barely
holding onto the tray as she stared at the instruments of punishment on the
wall, the manacles and the young women already there moaning in delight at each
lick of the strap.
“I think she does,” the friend added, then murmured to her,
“say yes.”
“To the frame,” Mr. S&S cut in. “We’ve already paid for
it, outbidding everyone else while you were getting our drinks.”
Efficient bastards, weren’t they. Probably great at their
jobs. Nikki forced a peek at the frame, all those eyebolts, chains, shackles
and the inescapable light pouring down. Unlike the servers manacled to the wall
and observed by a few, any woman who agreed to punishment on The Frame would
capture everyone’s attention…even from the monitors in Shoshana’s office.
“Yes,” Nikki breathed before she knew she would.
“Excellent,” Mr. S&S said, gesturing for one of the male
performers, another perfect specimen clad only in a leather G-string.
He gave Nikki’s tray to another server, then took Nikki’s
upper arm, leading her toward the platform. Iron Maiden’s Out of the Shadows cut off at “surely there is pain”. A female voice came on the sound system.
“We have a winner for tonight’s performance,” she cooed, her pronunciation
Dixie thick and sultry. “Let the punishment begin.”
Every guy who didn’t have liquor, a smoke or his date’s
tongue in his mouth let out a wild cheer. The music came back on, throbbing,
insistent. The male performer ascended the first step of the platform. There
were only four, but to Nikki she might as well have been facing Mt. Everest.
She couldn’t catch her breath. Her heart slammed into her throat.
At her hesitation, the young man turned, pretending to be
dominant even though his whisper was super nice. “Do you want to change your
mind, sugar?”
Yes—no—maybe—then again, maybe not. If
Similar Books
