“Ian…please…again…” She was nearly sobbing from the need.

“What, baby?” His breath stroked her clit. “Tell me what you want.”

“Lick me.” She had no shame. “Lick my pussy, Ian. Please.”

Slow, barely touching her, his tongue swabbed over the swollen folds as she moaned in frustration.

“Like that?”

She bucked, lowering her hips, only to receive another smack to her rear in payment.

“Stay still,” he ordered firmly.

“Ian, this is cruel,” she wailed, her head hanging between her arms as she fought to stay upright. “I need more.”

The nozzle slid in again, a hard, fiery thrust through the slick recess as her back arched. At the same time, his tongue plunged inside her weeping pussy, flickering, licking, caressing the inner muscles as a strangled scream of pleasure tore from her throat.

“No. Damn you, Ian…” she begged as he retreated once again.

Courtney fought to breathe, to hold onto her sanity as her hips lowered, trying to follow his wicked tongue. Sharp smacks to her rear only added to the pleasure, as did the smooth, short strokes of the lubricating nozzle in her anus. She writhed, fighting the darkness surrounding her, the hunger eating her alive as his tongue licked, his teeth nipped, but never in the spots she needed, never as she needed.

“This isn’t fair,” she screamed, clenching on the nozzle as it retreated again. “Ian, I swear. I swear you’re killing me.”

She could feel her juices running from her cunt, the channel weeping in an agony of pleasure as her womb spasmed with the need for release.

“Damn, your pussy is so hot, baby,” he growled, his tongue licking at her again, his hand delivering another heated, pleasure-giving blow to her ass as she fought once again to grind the needy flesh into his mouth.

“Eat it,” she panted, feeling the perspiration gather along her body as one broad hand lifted her hips from his face, his tongue licking around the silken folds of her pussy. “Fuck me with your tongue, Ian. Please. Oh God, have mercy on me.”

He chuckled at her plea, slowly easing back from her as she screamed in rage.

“Be quiet.” The strike to her rear was harder. Hotter. “Keep begging, Courtney, and I’ll gag you. Would you like me to gag you?”

Tears dampened the silken cloth over her eyes as she shook her head desperately.

“Good girl.” He pulled her hips back into position as he pulled the nozzle from her ass. “Now, stay still.”

She did as he ordered, shaking, in agony as she fought the hard pulsating sensations racking her body. Her clit was so sensitive that even the air around it was a torment. Her ass ached, not from the small slaps, but from the need to be filled. Every nerve ending in her body was heightened, throbbing, begging for his touch.

“I’m placing a dildo harness on your hips. It will go around your thighs, and will hold the vibrator I have inside you.” Smooth leather straps were worked around her hips, her thighs. “Don’t beg me for mercy, Courtney,” he whispered then. “In this, I have none. You wanted to be here, in my bed, beneath my body. Unless you’re begging me to stop, then I won’t hear you. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” As long as he got the fuck on with it.

“Easy now. I’m going to push the vibrator inside you and anchor it in. If it’s uncomfortable, let me know.”

Her back arched as she felt her muscles separating, felt the warm width of the device beginning to fill her. It was thick, supple, moving inside her with slow strokes as Ian eased it into her drenched pussy, filling her by slow, agonizing inches.

“There we go.” She could feel it nudging at her cervix, not touching, but she was filled, stretched, on fire and dammit, she needed more.

“Fuck me, Ian,” she cried desperately, clenching on the device as she felt him tucking something against her clit. It swelled to meet the embrace of whatever device rose from the vibrator to encircle it.

“Shhh.” He kissed the cheek of her ass gently. “The vibrator is a Rabbit, Courtney, I’m sure you’ve heard of it.” She felt him tighten another portion of the harness, something that covered the mound of her pussy and tightened at the side of her thighs.

A sob escaped her lips. She had heard of it, knew he was going to tease her until she lost her sanity.

“I thought you had,” he crooned, panting as his hands smoothed over her damp thighs. “I’m turning it on now…”

She jerked, wailing as the slow, gentle rhythm began to fill her. The dildo rotated inside her, the beads in the shaft pulsed against her sensitive entrance, and the ears that wrapped around her clit began to hum a seductive cadence. A mind-destroying cadence because the speed was barely enough to feel, just enough to torture.

Tremors of response began to quake through her body as his tongue painted over the cheek of her rear then, moving to the narrow crevice where he licked tenderly, his hands holding her in place as she began to jerk against the rising sensations building inside her.

The device was driving her insane.

“Fuck me…” Her head tossed as she lost strength in her arms, her upper body falling to the bed as she felt him rise behind her.

Two fingers tucked at the entrance to her ass, working slowly, parting her, filling her easily as she pressed outward, relishing the additional sensation. But it wasn’t enough. She bit her lip, holding back her screams as she felt a third finger join the others.

Yes. The tight stretch had fire blooming in her rear, streaking to her cunt. Pleasure, hard, destructive, painful pleasure, began to whip through her as his fingers pressed in deeper, stretching her, preparing her for the much greater width of his cock.

Seconds later, they slid free. She tensed, mewling cries echoing around her as she felt his cock tuck at the small opening.

“The ultimate trust, Courtney,” he whispered behind her. “And the ultimate pleasure. Are you ready for me?”

She felt him opening her as the speed on the devilish vibrator began to hum faster, harder. The dildo filling her worked at the muscles of her pussy, the beads shattered her senses as the little ears stroked her clit and Ian began to fill her ass.

She was screaming. Maybe she needed the gag after all. Hoarse, agonized screams of pleasure left her throat as she felt him sliding inside her, short, firm strokes of his cock opening the near virgin channel for the thick cock possessing it.

Pleasure and pain, hard, brilliant arcs of sensation began to spear inside her as her back bowed beneath the impulses. She could feel each fiery inch taking her, stroking nerve endings she never could have imagined existed, stroking them, heating them, until with one last powerful thrust, he forced his hard flesh to the hilt inside her.

The Rabbit began to hum and move harder inside her.

Ian began to fuck her with slow, long strokes, groaning behind her as his hands clenched at her hips and Courtney began to lose her mind to the sensations whipping through her. Did it hurt? Or was the pleasure merely agonizing? There was no answer, no way to answer as his thrusts began to increase powerfully in synchronization with the destructive effects of the vibrator driving her insane.

Harder. Faster. She could feel his cock shafting her ass with the same power he had used to fuck her pussy as her orgasm began to build. Her womb convulsed, her pussy tightening around the rapid whirls of the fake cock inside her as the muscles of her ass began to clench, to milk the erection filling her rear.

Combined, it was too much, and it yet, it wasn’t enough.

She began to shudder as she felt her clit swell within the ears of the device, felt her nerve endings begin to react to the sensory overload. Bright, jarring colors filled the darkness behind her closed eyes as the brutal explosion erupted inside her.

Behind her, Ian’s harsh cry was heard, but she couldn’t understand it, could barely make sense of his cock pounding inside her, filling her with the fiery pulses of his seed as the world collapsed inside her mind, and refused to stop. One explosion after another, on and on as violent, convulsive shudders racked her, spasming through her muscles and sending her senses rocketing with each orgasm until she could do nothing but collapse beneath him, jerking in his grip as the vibrator suddenly stilled within her and exhaustion swamped her.

Aftershocks, hard quaking shudders shook her body as she felt Ian slowly withdraw from her rear. She moaned at the sensation of her tight muscles gripping him, lust threatening to flare inside her once again as he finally slid free of her grip.

She lay still, her muscles limp as he began to release her from the harness about her hips, sliding the dildo free as a shaky moan left her lips.

“Shhh…” His voice was velvet-soft, gentle as he eased her.

Seconds later, he released the restraints then pulled her into his arms as he dragged the comforter that had somehow been thrown to the floor, back over them.

“Let me hold you now,” he whispered, drawing her against his chest as she cuddled close, drifting in a haze of remembered pleasure. “Just let me hold you…”

Chapter Ten

“We have several applications for membership within The Club unanswered. Khalid’s recommendation for the DEA agent Gray Powell and Cole’s for Mr. Armitage from Texas. We’ve also had several requests from Senator Sizemore, though to be honest, I believe he would be a poor choice. My investigations thus far on him lead me to believe he may be more a danger to The Club than anything else…”

Ian sat back in the leather chair, watching the club’s investigator from across the wide expanse of his office desk as he gave his report on the three men currently under consideration for membership.

Accepting married members had never been an issue. The Club wasn’t a brothel, nor did it supply women to the men who accepted membership. It was, quite simply, a place where they were assured of finding men who shared their tastes, their lifestyles and the various problems caused by both. A support network.

Despite the rumors currently making their way within Squire Point of a few local members, the broader base hadn’t been compromised. Yet. The influx of sudden queries for membership was worrisome.

“Cut the Senator from the list.” It was a decision he had made weeks before, though he had followed through with the investigation merely to substantiate his own suspicions. “Continue with Powell and Armitage. If they pass the final screening we’ll issue the introductory letter and see if they’re willing to meet the initial Club fees.”

The investigator, Cameron Falladay, nodded his head sharply, sending the mass of long, black hair rippling around his shoulders. He didn’t look much like an investigator, which was one of the reasons he was so effective.

He looked more like a biker, ready to rumble at a moment’s notice. Amused dark green eyes were shielded by thick black lashes in a face that was saved from being pretty, only by the wicked slash of a scar across one cheek. Tall and well-honed, he moved with deceptive laziness. He was lethal, one of the most dangerous men in Ian’s employ.

“Jesse reported back on your houseguest a few moments ago as well,” Cam leaned back in his chair then, his gaze reflective. “She’s currently having lunch with the Sexy Six…” The current nickname for the small group of wives who had banded together had Ian wincing. “There’s trouble brewing there.” As if he didn’t already know that. “This makes three days in a row, with Khalid joining them yesterday.”

Ian masked his irritation.

“She’s under control.” Ian waved the report away as though it were of little consequence, despite the fact it had his cock tightening in frustration. “Keep Jesse on her.”

Cam nodded briefly before making an entry into the small notebook he carried for the meetings.

“Ms. Hampstead arrived a few hours ago. She’s had Matthew prepare her room for a week’s stay.” Alyssa Hampstead was the only female member of the group since Kimberly Raddington had dropped her membership. “There are also several of the out-of-town members present. Should I have security added to the inner doors of the Club to keep Ms. Mattlaw from the main portion?”