His tongue curled around the tip as his mouth covered the peak of her swollen breast, sucking it inside the wet heat of his mouth as a strangled plea erupted from her throat.

She couldn’t bear this. Her head fell back on her shoulders, her eyes closing helplessly as he moved her back to the couch, laying her full length upon it as he came over her. His mouth never broke its fierce suction; his tongue never paused in its tormenting flicks of ecstasy against the gold ring that pierced her flesh.

He lay over her, his chest bare, his hands stroking the fire that raged through her bloodstream as he caressed her. The calloused warmth of his fingers stroked over her side, her hip, her thigh, growing steadily closer to the agonizing ache between her thighs.

When he cupped her there, Kimberly arched to him, her shattered plea breaking from her throat unbidden.

“Oh God, Jared,” she cried out. “Please, I hurt…”

She wanted to cry from the overwhelming pleasure, the hollow, never-ending ache that seemed to grow more intense with each touch.

“Easy, baby.” His lips whispered over the shell of her ear. “I’ll make the ache go away, Kimberly. Eventually…”

His fingers moved more firmly against the damp mound of her pussy, his hand pressing on her tortured clit and sending brilliant explosions of white-hot heat racing through her bloodstream.

Eventually? At this rate she would dissolve from the electric pleasure before he ever got around to easing it. But she couldn’t protest, couldn’t deny the intense sensations he was building within her body.

“Damn, your pussy is so hot you’re scalding my hand,” he growled, his voice tortured with his own arousal now as his lips moved back to her breasts then lower.

Kimberly’s breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips travel down her stomach, her abdomen, his tongue licking her flesh, the heat of his lips searing her skin.

“Do you know what I’m going to do, Kimber?” he asked her softly as they came to the band of her silk panties.

She whimpered at the warning tone of his voice.

“I’m going to do what no other man at The Club has dared to do. I’m going to eat your sweet pussy until you’re screaming to come. Begging me to ease the ache that’s going to consume you.”

“I’ll do it now,” she cried out, certain there was no way she could bear the additional pleasure. “I’m begging now, Jared.”

He chuckled against the silk over her clit, causing her to flinch at the sensation. She wouldn’t be able to bear it. Already her body was honed to a fever pitch of excitement.

“Then,” he continued. “I’m going to turn you over and I’m going to spank that pretty ass until it turns a bright, fiery red, for making me wait so damned long for you.”

She shuddered, her womb convulsing as she nearly climaxed from that threat alone.

“You like the thought of that?” he asked her, his voice too gentle, too deep to be anything other than a warning. “I can tell you do, baby. Your panties are so damned wet now they’ll be dripping soon.”

Her hands tightened in his hair as his fingers slid beneath the elastic band and began to lower the material. Slowly, so slowly, until the silk revealed the swollen, bare folds to his gaze.

He paused then, his body tensing above her as she watched him with drowsy heat.

His face was flushed, his lips swollen and sensual; his eyes were like thunderclouds, swirling with more shades of gray than she thought existed. Then his head lowered.

Suspended on a rack of torturous pleasure, Kimberly could do nothing but shudder violently as his tongue swiped over the cream-slick flesh of her cunt before insinuating itself into the narrow slit and slicing through it with devastating results.

It was humiliating to climax so easily. She should have had enough control to at least know the orgasm was coming. Instead, the height of excitement, the heat of his tongue, and the explosive pleasure undid her.

She arched to him, her cry shattering the silence of the room as everything inside her detonated at the lick. Her clit throbbed, pulsed, her vagina spilling the slick essence of her release.

“I’m sorry,” she cried out, shame eating at her even as the storm within her body stole her reason. “Oh God. Jared. I’m sorry.”

Her panties were ripped from her thighs and discarded as he moved lower, pressing her legs further apart, his hot breath like a whiplash of sensation against her sensitive pussy.

Kimberly shuddered with the excess of sensation still surging through her, as well as the hunger. She couldn’t control the need, the fierce throb of desperation or her own gasping cries. Despite her release, she needed more. So much more.

“Shhh, baby, we’re not done yet,” he soothed her, his voice tight, a harsh growl that eased her, that assured her that her pleasure had only pushed his arousal higher. “It’s okay, Kimberly. Now, I get to build you back up. I’m not done with you by a long shot.”

Chapter Nine

She was being tortured. He was a cruel, black-hearted sadist to do the things he did to her.

Lying between her thighs, his mouth worshipped, his tongue alternately soothed and enflamed the swollen folds of her cunt. His tongue pressed inside her vagina, sending her into an orgasm that had her screaming for mercy. She twisted against his hold, fought the hands that anchored her to the couch and begged, pleaded with him to ease the storm riding mercilessly through her body.

When he finally rose from between her thighs, his eyes were black with lust, his face flushed with it. Kimberly shuddered with exhaustion, with her own needs and the blood thundering through her body. How she could even conceive of the need to climax again, she didn’t know. But the whipping, pleasure-induced flames that licked over her body assured her that she was more than ready for more. Ready and willing, hungry and eager.

Her breath stopped in her throat as his hands went to the buckle of his belt. She licked her lips, her eyes lowering with the excess passion surging through her body and watched as he slowly unbuckled it. The wide leather fell to the side and his hands were loosening the metal buttons that strained to stay closed over his erection.

“I wish you could see your face,” he whispered. “Flushed and damp, your lips swollen and red and so very, very fuckable. It’s my turn, Kimber. Are you ready for me?”

His turn. She wanted to whimper at the knowledge of what was coming. Instead, she watched in eager anticipation as he lowered his jeans and the snug boxer briefs, revealing the thick length of his erection to her gaze.

Her womb convulsed in painful arousal as her mouth watered at the sight of the dark flesh. Thick veins pulsed with blood, the flared head glistened with pre-cum, flushed a ruddy red and eager for attention.

“Sit up,” he growled. “I want to watch you take me into that sweet mouth of yours, Kimber.”

She sat up slowly, her eyes trained on the demanding length of male flesh as it came closer, closer, to her mouth. Within seconds, it was nudging at her lips as a harsh, male groan wrapped around her senses.

Her lips opened, her tongue reaching out to smooth over the glistening head of his cock, tasting the wild, salty essence of him. A low moan came unbidden from her chest as her hands rose, the fingers of one wrapping around the lower portion of the shaft as the other tentatively touched the taut spheres below.

“Sweet Heaven,” he groaned, his hands threading through her hair, clenching the strands until small darts of pain began to flicker along her skull. “That’s good, baby. So good.”

She stared up at him dazed, poised on a pinnacle of arousal she had never known before. Her entire body ached for release, though she had spent the past hour experiencing one orgasm after another. She couldn’t seem to come hard enough, long enough though, to still the flames raging through her body. She only became hotter…hungrier.

“God yes,” Jared hissed as her mouth opened and she took the head of his cock inside its heat.

She closed her lips over him, her tongue stroking him as her hand moved on the steel-hard flesh. She watched, entranced, as ecstasy consumed his face, his eyes glittering beneath partially closed eyes as he fought to breathe.

Kimberly let her tongue caress and stroke as her lips moved over him. She drew on him, sucking him as deep as she dared, loving the rasp of his breath, the way his fingers tightened in her hair with his pleasure. It was more than just arousing. It was destructive to her senses, to her emotions.

“Damn, you’re pretty like that,” he rasped, his teeth snapping together as her tongue wriggled against the ultra-soft flesh just beneath the head.

His thighs tightened at the caress, his abdomen flexing with a convulsive shudder.

“That’s good,” he bit out. “Suck me deeper, baby. Just a bit harder… Hell…yeah…”

His big body seemed to be racked with fine, fierce tremors. She could feel the hard flexing of his cock in her mouth and beneath her hand, see the effort it took to control his need for release, in the taut contours of his stomach.

“Kimberly,” his hips were thrusting his erection deeper into her mouth now, sending the flared, flexing head closer to her throat. “Baby, I’m going to come,” he warned her hoarsely, both hands pulling at her hair as he obviously fought to keep from sending his cock too deep into her mouth. “Baby, I can’t wait. Let me go if you don’t want this.”

His hands didn’t relinquish their grip though. He held her still for the penetration of her mouth, shuttling faster between her lips as his cock seemed to swell against her tongue.

She moaned, a low, reflexive sound, signaling her own need for his release, the desire to taste the passion she could never fully experience.

“Now.” He moved faster, fucking past her lips with a desperation that only spurred hers.

She tightened on him, suckling harder, drawing him deeper until a ragged, almost enraged growl tore from his throat a second before his release began spurting inside her mouth. Deep, hard jets of semen pulsed from the head of his cock. His taste was earthy, primitive, addictive.

She fought to swallow each jetting spurt, her moans rising as her hand pumped his flesh, fighting to give him every second of pleasure that he could wring from the experience while tremors of excitement flashed through her own system.

She was shaking, exhausted, yet her body still ached. A hollow, haunting pain that she feared she would never rid herself of now.

Kimberly licked her lips wearily, tasting the essence of him as he knelt before her. His hands framed her face, his gray eyes staring somberly into hers as his thumbs smoothed along her cheekbones, then her swollen lips.

“You’re like a narcotic,” he whispered. “So powerful, so damned addictive, you make me fear for my sanity.”

Warmth exploded through her system. His touch, his look, both were filled with such gentle amusement, and such heated hunger that she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry over the fact that they were only making themselves ache further.

“Jared…” Her hands gripped his wrists, feeling the strength there as he leaned forward, caressing her lips gently with his.

“We better get dressed and get out of here before your spy decides to pick the lock.” He grinned as he pulled back and moved away from her. “Son of a bitch, if this room wasn’t damned near soundproof then I’d have to kill him yet.”

She couldn’t say anything. Kimberly felt the words locked in her soul, emotions, frightening in their extremity rising within her. She licked her lips, tasting him yet again, and trembled as her vagina rippled in growing demand.

She followed his example though, dressing quickly, ignoring her shaking hands and the tears that locked in her throat. Just as she ignored the growing certainty that her life, from this point forward, would never be the same again.

Chapter Ten

It didn’t take Jared long to find his prey. After escorting Kimberly to her bedroom where she swore she was going to take a nap, Jared went hunting.