Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“We’d like a private room on floor one, if you have one open.” Vance hands her something; I realize later it was his card.
“Of course. Follow me.” Her bottom peeks out from beneath the teddy’s silky fabric. Vance’s eyes are on me. I give him a smile behind my hood as she leads us through a steel door, down another hall, and into a large room that makes my pulse kick up a notch. There are groups of people—doing I don’t know what, because I don’t look. She takes us down another hall, past windows and doors, before stopping in front of a door and pressing a combination into its lock.
“If you want to open the session for viewers, press the button by your two-way windows. Otherwise, the space is yours and private until 3 AM.”
She leaves, and I blink at the space. It looks like the club I went to a few times in Manhattan with a woman I was seeing my last year of college. She liked to be tied up and teased. I could take Viagra and the smallest bit of molly before sessions there—because they had a start time. I wore leather pants and made her come so much, she barely noticed if I did.
Vance pulls his hood off and sets his bag up on the leather table. “I brought something. If one of us want to…” He unzips the pack and pulls a plastic baggie from one of its pockets.
Molly.
“Do you know what this is?”
I laugh. “I’m a pastor, not a child.”
He smirks, and rolls his eyes. “These are weak stuff. I cut one up into fifths so you could get a little kick but not get a hangover. Only if you want, though.”
I pull off my hood and move the mask aside—and take it.
“Get up on the table, Rayne.”
I tie him up and clamp his nipples. Then I rid him of his pants and boxer-briefs and work a plug into him.
“Fuck.” It’s just a soft grunt. Chills move over his body. Sensitive. I love it. I take my time torturing him with the plug. He complains his abs are sore. I grin as I lick cum off his cock. Then I pull the thing out.
I check out the room’s equipment. There are a few stretchy cock rings—two with protrusions meant to be perineum massagers.
I oil him and work one around his cock. Then I do the same to myself. I turn on the vibration—his first, then mine—and my knees nearly buckle. Makes my dick so hard it hurts. A warm flush moves through my body, and it bubbles out of me in a laugh, surprising me. The molly. I end up hunched over him, licking him as I lean on the table. I focus and take him on a ride with the vibration of his toy. He’s shaking so hard…moaning. He comes, and my cock throbs. I tug at my ring, but my hands are sort of shaky. I don’t know if I can get it off.
“Sky. You feeling it?”
“A little maybe.”
He gets off the table, and I get on. Bursts of pleasure move through my limbs. My chest is so warm. I feel him doing something, and I groan before my senses catch up to the fact that he’s got the toy on. It’s thumping against my prostate from the outside.
I’m groaning as he pulls the thing off. He rubs my balls and pushes one slick finger slowly into me. He rubs a few times, and I’m arching off the table, shouting at how good it feels.
“I want…more.” He strokes my cock, and just that makes me shiver. “Vance. I want you.”
His eyes hold mine, and I nod.
20
Vance
I take my time getting him ready. Shit, the molly’s really on him. Small dose, but his cheeks are flushed. His eyes are glazed. Little shivers jerk through him when I touch him just so. I tease him for a while, enjoying the variety of accessories hung on the wall. Then, when he’s rock hard and seems a fraction clearer, I push two fingers inside him and watch as he tries to fuck them.
“You sure, man?”
“I wanna feel you.”
“You feel good?” I stand up by his head and smooth my cool palms over his cheeks.
His green eyes are burning. “Yeah.”
“Yeah?” I test things by kissing him. He kisses back just like he always does, and then he’s panting after. Perfect. Not out of character, just more sensitive. I allow myself a brief grin that I got the dose right; he’s still hard and doesn’t seem too overheated.
I give him some water, and then fold some things out to expand the table so it’s more a cot, and we can both fit up there. Then I climb atop him, rubbing us together…then pushing my fingers back into him.