Sebring

She was the center of his universe, at play and not.

After an unusual succession of three lashes, her moan came deeper and I again could not control the direction of my gaze.

It moved to my left.

When it did I saw that Nick Sebring was entirely focused on the scene. Leaned slightly to his right, his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, his hand up, his thumb distractedly tracing his lower lip.

At this sight, my sex, already damp, convulsed.

I wet my lip and bit it, watching his thumb move along his. Wanting my tongue to replace his thumb with a yearning the strength of which I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt.

Without warning, his head turned, his gaze capturing mine.

His eyes were a startling blue. Pure blue. Like the ocean.

I wet my lip again.

Those blue eyes dropped to it.

My nipples tightened.

A noise came from the window and I looked that way, seeing the man was now rubbing his partner between her legs. She was working his hand, writhing against her bonds, desperate for every inch of contact he gave her.

I felt my breaths begin to get heavy and tightened my thighs against each other.

The man went from between her legs to her fly. He undid it and pulled her jeans down over her ass. Once bared, he paid attention to it with whip, hand and lips.

I again bit my own lip, this time to hold back the inadvertent noises I would emit at how what I was watching was making me feel.

He pulled her ponytail free, her long, curling, red-blonde hair falling down her back and swaying against skin that had to be beyond sensitized. Seeing this, I felt my own hair trapped between my back and the seat and I wanted it released. I wanted it moving against my skin. I wanted to use it against his.

Not the master working his slave before me.

The man with the pleasantly deep voice and ruggedly handsome face beside me.

Sebring.

The master pressed his hand back between her legs, now unobstructed by her jeans.

Her noises became desperate.

His growls of approval became audible.

Witnessing that, hearing it, instantly, my need became uncontrollable.

Utterly.

I looked left and saw Sebring’s eyes not on the scene but on my crossed legs.

I uncrossed them and they cut to my face.

His gaze was burning, searing holes right through me.

God, he felt the same as me. About that scene and about me.

Seeing that in his eyes, without that first thought, I pushed out of my chair and moved along the low divider that demarcated our seating areas.

I was breaking the rules. I knew my membership could be revoked for what I was about to do.

I didn’t care.

I moved around the divider to his section.

The noises from the scene playing behind me filled our space, getting louder, keener, hungrier.

I stopped at the side of his chair, looking down at him.

His head was tipped back, his eyes locked to mine.

Another growl from the window followed closely by the unmistakable noise of flesh hitting flesh.

Master was fucking his slave.

A trill ran down my neck, my spine, spiraling over my ass to tighten between my legs.

Completely unable to stop myself, I bent to Sebring and ran my nose along his cheekbone.

When I started to lift away, my head was captured with his hand cupping the back.

At his move, my heart stopped beating and a surge of wet drenched my panties.

We stared into each other eyes.

His gaze held heat and hunger but also a question.

I felt my breaths come quick and sharp, something inside me firing further just knowing that whisper of a touch was gliding along his lips. Therefore I suspected my gaze held heat and hunger too, but also the answer to his question.

I was correct. I knew because suddenly, he was up and he took me with him.

His hands to my skirt, he yanked it high, exposing my panties. I gasped and leaned to him, lifting my hands and curling my fingers around his hard shoulders.

Without delay, he shoved his hands in the back of my panties and down until they fell to my ankles.

And then I was up and he was striding to the wall as I wrapped my legs around his hips, one arm around his shoulders.

My other hand was working between us.

I barely freed him before his hips moved forward probingly. He caught where he needed to be and immediately surged in, filling me.

Oh God.

So completely filling me.

I swung my ankles back to hitch my calves on his hips in order to find purchase and ride him as Sebring fucked me against the wall in the club. One hand at my ass, his other one caught the back of my neck, squeezing and giving me a slight shake, telling me he wanted my eyes.

I gave them to him.

Panting, gasping, moaning against his parted lips, his labored breaths scored across mine as I held him tight at the shoulders. My other hand cupped to the back of his head, I rode his driving cock as he fucked me hard.

It took no time at all before I exploded on a whimper, sliding my nose along his before dropping my forehead to his shoulder because I couldn’t hold it up anymore, these actions and noises coming nowhere near the enormity of the orgasm I was experiencing.

Regardless, he couldn’t have missed it considering how forcefully my body was shuddering in his arms and my pussy was spasming around his cock.

He pressed me to the wall and powered faster, harder, pummeling me as I gasped quietly through my climax and his thrusts until I felt his tongue touch my neck, his hard body go completely still and I heard his deep sigh.

We didn’t move, either of us, not for long glorious moments where I did something for reasons I did not understand. I did something I never, not ever, not ever allowed myself to do. For reasons I could not fathom, I did something I knew it was pure insanity, pure torment to do.