Longing: Club Inferno (16 page)

“How are you doing?” he asked.

The camera up on the tripod was filming Dina’s pleasure and Micah went back to spanking her harder and faster than before. But Clint filled up her vision. Anya was shaking from want. He was kneeling at her feet, and all she wanted was to open her legs for him to take her however he pleased.

“It’s pretty intense,” she whispered.

“Are you having fun?”

Anya nodded. “I want you.”

Flicking up her skirt, he kissed her knee. “Soon,” he promised, and turned the vibrator up to full.

Anya gripped his shoulders as her climax shook through her.

“Seven?” he asked.

“Seven,” she said, sighing.

He turned off the vibrations to let her recover. Dina was in the throes of passion now, begging Master Micah to let her come. He plunged his fingers inside her and as she got louder, he went back to spank her. The hard thwacks of his hand on her very red bottom sent Dina over the edge into a sobbing orgasm. In the aftermath, Micah smoothed his hand over her behind and then, when her cries quieted, helped her to her feet and into her robe.

“Are you all right?” Clint asked her.

Dina wiped the tears off her face with the back of her hand. “Yes, sir, just great. Thank you, sirs.”

“I’ll edit this and have it ready for you in a few days.”

“Thank you, sir,” she whispered.

Micah put his arm around Dina and led her out of the studio.

“Lock the door,” Anya said.

“Most people would add a ‘please’ or at least a ‘sir’ after that,” Clint said, crossing his arms.

Reaching into her handbag, she pulled out the DVD he’d made for her.

“Locking the door,” Clint said.

Anya got up and strode toward him. “I think turnabout is fair play.”

Snaking an arm around her, he pulled her in close to him. “What did you have in mind?”

“Can you rig up the camera so you can watch this”—she waved it in front of him—“and record me making you come?”

“Yes,” he said, kissing her. “Hell yes, but why the change of heart? Or should I not press my luck?”

“I want to experience watching it with you. Then I want a matched set of DVDs.”

“His-and-hers orgasms?”

Anya laughed. “Are you up for it?”

“It’s a dream come true,” he said, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “What did you think of the scene I just filmed?”

“It wasn’t what I expected. Micah’s hot in a tattooed Clark Kent sort of way.”

“Watch it,” Clint growled, turning the vibrator on.

Throwing her head back, Anya groaned. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“You said that in the lending closet. I was impressed it went as far as it did with that prissy audience we had. I’m going to have to expand on your soft limit of public displays of affection.”

“What can I say? You’ve turned me into a sex fiend.”

“My work here is done,” Clint said.

“Not yet, it isn’t.”

“All right. I’ll set up the camera. You set up the scene.”

Anya made him drag the same chair he’d filmed her in into the center of the room. The buzzing was at a background level. She was aware of it, liked it, but it was more like being petted than being stroked to climax. Still, the fire wasn’t banked, it was smoldering. He then pressed a button and a screen covered the ceiling. He placed the DVD into a projector, which he angled so it could show the recording on the ceiling. Anya saw her lips fill the screen.

“Don’t start it yet,” she said.

Clint set up the tripod and adjusted the lighting. “Tell me what you think,” he said to her, and went to sit in the chair.

Anya looked through the lens. He was framed perfectly. “Take off your clothes.”

“You first,” he said.

Stripping off-camera, she stood naked, except for her vibrator and nipple clamps.

“Those too.”

Wincing as she stepped out of the apparatus that was around her legs, she took off the clips as well. Anya felt truly naked.

“There you are,” he said. “Just as you were the first time you were here.” He shucked off his clothes and started stroking his cock. “Any time you’re ready, press play.”

With a last look through the viewfinder, she went over to the projector and pressed play. Their phone sex banter filled the room. Clint leaned back into the chair and stared up at the ceiling, still idly stroking himself. She let that record for a few seconds before getting on her hands and knees and crawling to him, mirroring what he did in the video.

Clint’s eyes locked on hers. “Hello, beautiful,” he said.

Kissing up his leg, she rested her cheek on his thigh. He cupped her face in his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“Something you want?” he asked.

“Eight,” she said, and licked up his shaft.

Holding her hair up, he guided her mouth over him. Anya hummed in delight as she moved her mouth over him.

“Yeah,” he groaned.

Sucking on him with long strokes, she concentrated on the tip while her hand rubbed the shaft. Meanwhile, she could hear herself coming on the screen while Clint licked her. Tasting the salty tip, Anya eased up so her breasts brushed his thighs, over the burning heat of his rod, and up to his chest.

“I’m not handcuffed now,” he said, and hoisted her onto his lap, turning them and the chair so their sides faced the camera.

Pulling her up, he leaned back and slid inside her. Anya clutched his shoulders for balance.

“Ah,” she sighed. “This.”

“Tilt your head back and watch yourself come,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

Clint held her tight as she leaned back. She watched the movie where his face was buried deep within her thighs. She tightened around his cock. Her face was contorting as he licked her to orgasm. As she watched, Clint took advantage of her breasts. One tip first, then the other, he claimed them again with his lips.

She listened to herself come on the video, realizing that she wasn’t so far away in real life. Holding Clint’s face to her breasts, she bounced wildly on him, chasing the orgasm that was just peaking for her. All day long there’d been a driving buzz against her pussy, and all she wanted was his pounding into her.

“Clint,” she moaned.

His fingers tightened on her ass as he guided her faster. She was afraid they were going to break the chair and then she just didn’t give a damn.

“More,” she begged, and he gave it to her. She came with a scream that echoed through the studio. Realizing it was recorded, she sagged against him. “Eight. Damn. This was supposed to be for you,” she panted.

“Oh, it is,” he said, easing out of her. He pushed her to her hands and knees. “Stay like that. I’ll be right back.”

She looked dead into the camera and winked.

He was back almost immediately and thrust back inside her from behind.

“Yes,” she said, tossing her head to look at him. He reached around and put the nipple clamps back on her. “Oh,” she groaned, rolling her hips.

“Now it’s my turn to come,” he told her, and pumped hard and fast inside her.

Her hair was flying, her breasts bouncing, the weights tugging. She went low on her elbows and raised her hips to give him better access. His driving in and out inflamed each nerve ending that had been teased and stoked all day.

She was chanting “fuck me” over and over again, and he was relentless. She came again, short seconds before he did, yelling just as loud as she had. He crawled over her, kissing her back, groping her breast.

“I needed that,” he groaned in her ear, easing out of her.

Helping her up off the floor, he held her hand and led her to the camera. “Nine,” she said into it, and did a thumbs-up.

“You’re amazing and fantastic.” Clint punctuated each word with a kiss.

“Come to bed with me,” she begged. “I want to fall asleep in your arms again.”

“Okay,” he agreed, holding her tight. “Truth or dare.”

She whacked him in the arm. “It’s my turn. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to make me come again. I want a nice round number. Are you up for ten?”

He chuckled deep in his throat. “Ten more?”

“Hmmm, maybe I should rethink that. How about, I dare you to sleep in late with me and then serve me breakfast in bed?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to be a Dominatrix? You’re awfully bossy.”

They got dressed, and he held her close against him as they made their way out of Club Inferno.

“Hey, you can take the sex act if you don’t want to do the dare.”

“I’ll probably do both,” Clint said, kissing her on the cheek.

She was hoping he’d say that.

“Why didn’t you just blindfold me?” Anya stepped out of the car, her eyes pressed shut.

Clint guided her up to the sidewalk. “Because you wouldn’t wear the collar and leash that goes with it. If you’re not going to do something right, don’t do it at all.”

“Ha-ha,” she said, reaching out with her hands. “I’m afraid I’m going to bump into someone.”

He’d snagged her after her accessories class and said he had a surprise for her. And when they headed to the garage instead of the dungeon, she sure was surprised all right. She figured they were going to play some games that didn’t require pants. Instead, they were on a road trip. He had been nervous in the car and fidgety. Clint hadn’t even tried to make a pass or do anything kinky. His only command was that she keep her eyes closed.

Stumbling on the sidewalk, she slitted her eyes open.

“No peeking,” he said. “We’re almost there.” And a few minutes later, he guided her up stairs. Keys rattled and a door opened. “Okay,” he said. “Open your eyes.”

Anya blinked at the bright light but found herself looking at an empty bar. The stale smell and the hint of grime confused her. She walked into the middle of the place and turned around. “It’s big.”

“That’s what she said,” Clint joked. “Do you like it?”

She nodded. “What am I looking at?”

“This will be Añejo—unless the seller gets another buyer.”

Clapping, Anya grinned. “That’s great. Did you put a down payment on it yet?”

“Not yet,” he said. “But the agent is a client.”

Anya crossed her arms. “You take dirty pictures of your real estate agent?”

“No. I strip for her.” Clint gyrated his hips.

Shaking her head, Anya looked around some more. It definitely had potential. “When do you think you’ll have enough money?”

“That’s the thing,” he said, taking down one of the chairs from the table and sitting on it backward. “Probably by next year. But I’ve got to sit down and work on a budget. I want everything to be perfect.”

“It would be a shame to see this building get sold in the meantime.” Anya frowned. “Want me to see if Colleen will buy it and keep it in trust for you?”

Clint shook his head. “No way. There are other places if this one doesn’t work out.”

“Yeah, but you’ve got your heart set on this one.” Anya pulled down a chair and sat next to him. “Really, she won’t mind. She does stuff like this all the time. She bought a clinic for Mallory.”

“Mallory is her sister,” Clint said, dragging her chair closer to him, so their knees touched. “I’m just her Dom.”

“Her Dom?” Anya raised an eyebrow.

“Her employee,” he clarified. “I’m not going to ask for an advance on my salary. There’s plenty of real estate I can afford if this place gets sold.”

“So why did you bring me here?”

“I wanted to show it off to you. Get your opinion.”

“I don’t know a lot about bars, but I’d hang out here.”

“I couldn’t ask for a better endorsement.”

“What type of entertainment are you going to have? I think you could set up a band over in the corner there.” Anya pointed.

“Maybe,” Clint said. “I was thinking of something more upscale. It will be a tequila tasting bar. Catering to businesspeople rather than the party crowd.”

“Risky,” she said.

“It could be a neighborhood bar too. Maybe I’ll serve some tapas and become a local hangout.”

“I like that idea better. What’s the neighborhood like?” she asked. “I had my eyes shut.”

“You were peeking,” he said.

“I was not. Well, maybe a little.”

“It’s a nice enough area. I might even get an apartment around here to make things easier.”

“You’d leave Couture?” Anya fiddled with the hem of her skirt. She was beginning to get used to the idea of having him just a few floors away.

Reaching out, he took her hand and kissed the back of it. “I’ll never leave Couture. It has too many good memories.”

“I’ll bet.” Anya snatched her hand away, but without rancor.

“Besides, the apartment could be used to house my parents when they come and visit.”

“Yeah, I could see how housing them at Couture would be a little awkward,” she said.

“They’re not into fashion. The craziest they get is when they’re doing their fortune-telling shtick. She dresses up in a turban and robes, while he plays a bodyguard. It’s kind of a Middle Eastern fantasy with some Romanian elements.”

“I can almost picture it. Did you get involved in that?”

Rubbing a hand over his face, Clint said, “I’m sure some pictures exist. My mother will take great pleasure in showing them to you.”

“I can’t wait to meet them. You better take me to the circus if they ever come back to the States,” she said.

“I’ll even buy you peanuts and cotton candy.” Clint put a hand over his heart in a solemn vow.

“Skip that. I want to screw on the trapeze.”

Anya laughed at his expression.

“That could be arranged,” he said. “Tonight, as a matter of fact.”

He reached for his cellphone and Anya tackled him to get it away from him. “I was just kidding.”

“I wasn’t.” He thumbed a number into his phone.

Shrieking when it started to ring, Anya doubled her efforts to grab the phone. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He chuckled against her mouth and closed the phone. Sweet and warm, his kisses were addicting.

“So have you ever thought about bartending?” he asked when they paused for breath.

“I always get cork in the wine when I try to open a bottle,” she confessed.

Grabbing her arm, he tugged her up. “Let’s see what you look like behind the bar.”

“How are the tips?” she asked, lifting the hinged shelf on the bar top so she could walk through. Clint shut it behind him.

“Not as good as stripping.”

“I’d rather bartend.” Anya leaned into him as he put his arms around her. It was nice to be held like this. The bar was wide and she could almost picture it full of people getting buzzed off tequila. She placed her hands on the surface, frowning a little at the dirt. It needed a good cleaning.

“I like that you wore a skirt,” he said in her ear as his hand slid up her leg.

Anya smiled and waited.

Groaning, Clint buried his face in her neck. “You’re not wearing underwear.”

“Well, you said surprise. I figured we were going to have sex.” Anya’s laugh cut off when he pulled it up to her waist. “Clint, I’m all exposed over here.” The bar hid her from the waist down, but still she could feel a breeze on her ass.

“Yes,” he crooned, kneeing her legs apart. “You are. Let’s work on a soft limit, shall we?”

“Don’t you dare spank me.” She angled a glare over her shoulder at him.

“So tempting,” he said, clutching her backside in a hard grip. “But no. This is about sex in public. Bend over the bar.”

Anya did.

“I want you to look out the window. Look at all those people passing by.” Clint caressed the curves of her ass and down to her thighs, where he spread her legs wider.

Her breathing was heavy. Anya could feel herself getting wet, just from the sound of his voice. “They’re not going to come in, are they?” She had expected to feel scared, but instead it was a lot like playing Truth or Dare.
I dare you to fuck in an abandoned building.

“Who knows?” Clint explored her wetness with a light, seductive finger. “The door’s unlocked.”

“Lock it.” Anya tried to keep her voice from sounding shrill.

“No,” he said, leaning down to bite her plump cheek.

She hissed, and he kissed it all better.

“Don’t give orders,” he said, playing a little rougher around her folds.

Anya bit her lip, concentrating on the experience. It was almost worth it to challenge him, for the sweet punishment he was dishing out with his fingers. “I want you,” she told him.

He made a sound of approval deep in his throat. Clint’s fingers were more demanding, stroking against her clit until she sighed his name. Tingles of awareness tickled down her spine. Part of her wanted to come and get it over with before they got caught. But another part of her needed him inside her.

“Look outside,” he commanded.

The city street was crowded. People were walking on the sidewalk. One woman stopped to fix her shoe. A man leaned against the window and lit a cigarette. Could they see this far into the place from the outside? Or was she covered by dirty windows and the long wooden bar she was being pleasured against?

Resting her head on her arms on the bar, she tilted her hips up to him, giving him more access.

“That’s right. You like being stroked like this.”

“Mmmm,” she agreed. Little lightning arcs of pleasure were shooting up her legs. He knew just where to touch her to make her crazy.

“Come for me,” he commanded, increasing his wriggling fingers on her sensitive bud. Anya ground her chest into the wood, the nipple clamps she loved to wear tugging and pressing enough to make her legs shake as the orgasm crested. “That’s right.” He held her still when her body convulsed and she cried out.

“More,” Anya begged, looking over her shoulder. She heard his pants drop and he was inside her immediately. Her hands gripped the bar as he pushed her down flat and took her roughly from behind.

“Like this?” he asked.

“Y-yes.” She nodded, gasping as his thick cock filled her, hitting all the right spots.

“Yes what?” Clint growled, holding her hips as he fucked her hard and fast.

Anya couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. The people outside were forgotten in this sensual heat of desire. “Yes, please.”

“ ‘Yes, sir,’ ” he said, correcting her.

Anya turned her head to look at him. “Yes, sir,” she breathed out, wetting her lips. The look in his eyes was worth the small admission. Triumph, lust, pride. She couldn’t decipher it all, she just knew that she pleased him. Knew they connected on some level higher than they ever had.

“Please, sir,” she said in that same whispery voice. “Please fuck me harder until you come.”

Clint’s eyes closed. “Subs don’t give commands—but you’re new at this,” he told her. “It pleases me to accept your offer.”

Anya’s body was humming. A noise on the sidewalk caught her attention. It was a group of men walking past. They were laughing. One man stopped and looked in the window.

“Clint,” she shrieked. But it was too late, she was coming. Biting back her scream of pleasure, she tightened around his cock. He muted his shout of satisfaction, flooding her with his pleasure.

The doorknob turned. Clint pulled her upright and tugged her skirt down. Not bothering with his pants, he stepped in closer to the bar next to her.

The men came in.

“Can I help you?” Clint asked.

Anya was astounded he could sound so normal. She was still shaking with the aftereffects of two orgasms. He was standing behind the bar with his pants around his ankles and the men didn’t suspect a thing.

“You open for business?” the first man through the door said.

“Not yet. Maybe early next year,” Clint said.

Oh, please don’t come any closer.

“Are you the new owner?” the man said.

“Prospective buyer.”

The rest of the men looked around the place and nodded to themselves. Anya surreptitiously tugged her skirt down more, smoothing it into place. Did she look like she had just been bent over the bar and fucked silly? The men didn’t seem to be paying her any attention.

“This would make a nice sports bar.”

They seemed to be lost in envisioning the perfect watering hole.

“My thoughts exactly.” Clint smiled.

Anya bit back a snort at the bald-faced lie.

“Well, good luck. This will be a good hangout when it’s done.”

“Thanks, I hope so.” Clint gave a little wave as the men left.

“I’m going to kick your ass,” Anya said.

“Sure you don’t want to suck my dick?” Clint grabbed the back of her head and brought her in for a rough kiss. His thrust two fingers back up into her pussy.

Anya’s knees went weak. He could make her so wanton. She would do anything he asked just to feel this sweet pleasure. But she was still a lousy sub.

“I’m not kneeling on this floor,” she said against his mouth.