Lynne's Love Triangle (10 page)

“You’re fucking kidding? After the other night, you’re nervous? Are you afraid of me, Lynne?”

Lynne shook her head. “No. I’m embarrassed…I’m…”

“What?” He lifted her hand and kissed each knuckle.

“Uh, well, I’m a little horny.”

“Only a little? I must be slipping up. I was hoping you were a lot horny.”

For the first time since high school, Lynne realized she was giggling.
Oh, my God!

Elvis tugged on her fingers. “Slide your chair over here, baby.”

She moved so close to him she could feel the heat radiating off his muscular body.

He put his lips against her ear. “Put your hand in my lap.”

“Are you crazy?”

“No. The tablecloth is almost to the floor. No one will see you. Do it.”

“Is that an order?”

“Yes. Do it.”

She put her hand under the table, and he took her fingers and placed them over his cock. “Like it, baby?”

She nodded.

“Good. Now, stroke it nice and slow until I tell you to stop. Understand?”

“Yes.” She sounded like she had a sore throat.

Oh God, his cock was huge. He had a hard-on big enough to choke a horse. Her cunt began to seep moisture. She put her thumb and forefinger on each side of his cock and continued stroking. He grew even larger.

Lynne licked her lips, and Elvis smiled. “Nice, huh? Want more?”

“Uh huh.”

“Get down on the floor and take my cock out of my pants.”

She clenched her teeth to keep her jaw from dropping to the floor. “You’re kidding?”

“Nope. Do it…now.”

She searched the restaurant. No one was paying attention to them, and they were in a sheltered corner. No one would notice if she slipped to the floor.

Lynne dropped her knife and mumbled, “Ooops.” She leaned over and slid under the table. Looking behind her she realized her shoes would show if she didn’t move the tablecloth a couple of inches until it touched the floor.

She peeked up at Troy. “Could you please move the tablecloth, Elvis?”

“What a good little submissive you are. I should make you do it anyway, but okay, I’ll move the cloth.”

His smile was wicked and sweet at the same time. Lynne’s cunt was soaking wet. This was a new experience for her.

The moment the cloth moved, she unzipped his black jeans as quietly as she could. To Lynne it seemed as if the restaurant had suddenly become silent. The meshing of metal against metal jarred her ears, and her fingers slipped off the tiny tap.

“Don’t stop now, sweetheart. My cock is burning up and needs your sweet mouth to put out the fire.”

He’d whispered, but again, Lynne was terrified the whole room could hear his command.

She unbuttoned the metal button, and his semi-arousal rolled out and touched her lips.

His musky, sensual scent filled her, and a drop of moisture rolled down her thigh and fell to the floor.

“Don’t make a sound,” he ordered. “Suck me off, now.”

Her hand moved to caress her clit, and Troy peeked just in time to catch her. He frowned. “Don’t touch yourself. I plan to take care of you later. Now, it’s my turn. Do what I say or we’re done for the night.”

He did lift his ass so she could loosen his pants and slide her hands around his cock and balls.

Her belly trembled with fear. What if the waiter caught them? What if Troy didn’t come? What would happen to her?

She wanted to touch herself so badly. Her clit was swollen, aching, and as hard as a small penis.

“Don’t you dare rub your thighs together.”

Damn, could he see through walls, too?

She cradled his large, heavy balls in one hand and slid her mouth over the plum-sized head of his cock. She ran her tongue around his shaft and took his cock deep inside her throat—deep enough to make her gag.

“I warned you—don’t make a sound.”

He whispered, but she heard and acknowledged with a slight bob of her head. She wanted tonight to go on forever. No way would she make a sound if it meant he’d fill her mouth and later her cunt. Her mouth watered, wetting Troy’s shaft and making it easier to take him deeper.

God. He was huge. He’d been monstrous on Christmas day, but now he was even bigger if it was possible. She swallowed more of him, and her cunt continued to weep. The floor under her was getting wet with her fluids.

Back and forth she licked and sucked, taking him deep and letting the head of his cock silently pop out of her mouth. She had a good rhythm going when she froze.

“I’ll have the steak, medium well, baked potato, salad on the side with thousand island dressing. The lady will have broiled cod, salad, and blue cheese dressing. Oh, and plenty of rolls. Y’all have the best damn rolls in town.”

“Yes, sir.”

The bastard. He’d ordered dinner without so much as a flicker of an eye. She’d watched from under the table, motionless, while he ordered their meals. She was sorely tempted to nip the end of his cock, but he was staring down at her, daring her to try it.

Lynne went back to sucking him off, hoping against hope he would come so she could have his monster cock inside her later tonight.

She sucked so hard her cheeks caved in and her tongue grew tired. She slowed. Tears ran down her cheeks.

Troy chuckled. “Don’t stop now, honey. I’m about ready to come. You’re hot mouth feels so damn good. Come on, baby, finish it.”

His words gave her the strength to give him all she had left in her. Three more slides up and down his cock and her mouth was full to overflowing with his hot cum. She swallowed all she could, and he handed her a napkin to wipe her mouth.

She couldn’t catch her breath. She gulped in air and buried her face in the cloth napkin.

Troy patted the seat next to him. “Come up here, sweetheart. Our dinner will be here any minute.

She took a deep breath. “I can’t quit shaking. I want you so bad, Troy.”

“Later. Come on. I’ll give you a kiss. You did a good job and didn’t make a sound. I’ll please you later. Promise.”

“Is anyone around?”

“Nope, and no one is looking.”

She slide out from under the table and plopped her butt into her chair. Her eyes cruised the restaurant. No one seemed to have noticed their antics. Thank heavens.

Moments later, their dinner appeared. The waiter had a suspiciously snarky sneer on his face, but she chose to ignore it. Screw him. The need to do whatever Troy ordered had been overwhelming. If the waiter had demanded she stop, no way would she have been able to. Good thing for him he hadn’t tried. She probably would have attacked him. “Wine, sir?”

“No, thanks. We’re fine.”

The waiter’s eyes met Lynne’s. “Great.” He walked away and Lynne let out her breath. She hadn’t realized she’d stopped breathing the minute the waiter appeared.

“He knows,” she mumbled.

“So what? Tough shit. I’m sure he wishes it was him and not me.” Troy leaned over and kissed her. “Mmm, nice. Eat up and we’ll go home, and I’ll take care of you. You were such a good girl, it’s the least I can do.”

Chapter Eight

The door closed behind them, and Lynne’s thighs trembled. Troy locked the door.

She’d been surprised when he suggested they go back to his place. She figured they go to hers, but she wasn’t going to turn down a chance to see how an Elvis impersonator lived.

His home was in a decent part of town, nothing stood out to make the house any different than the ones next door and down the street. Inside, it looked clean and neat. The furniture was typical of a bachelor pad—stuff his family no longer wanted or needed. There was one plant in the window, and that surprised her. It was well cared for and was a gorgeous green.

Troy stroked a warm hand down her back and cupped her bottom. “Don’t worry. It’s an old house, no one will hear a thing.”

What did he mean? Was he going to hurt her? A little dominance was great, but she wasn’t into pain.

He chuckled. “Don’t looked so scared, baby.” His hands smoothed up her back and cuddled her head. He leaned close to her and muttered, “I won’t hurt you. I simply plan to make you come until you beg for deliverance.”

“O-o-okay.”

“You sound scared.”

“Should I be?”

“You can trust me. I won’t hurt you.”

She believed him, but questions still swarmed her mind. “Isn’t that the point? I thought you were into control?”

“Dominating someone doesn’t mean I have to hurt them. I’m into domination, and I think you are, too, but I will never hurt you, Lynne. You have my word. I take this kind of loving seriously, and there are always limits. I will never do anything you don’t want me to. If you want me to stop all you have to do is to say the word.”

She shivered. “What word?”

“A safe word. Something that says you have had too much and you want to stop. You can choose anything you want to.”

She thought for a moment before choosing her word. “Elvis.”

“You can’t say it unless you want me to stop. You don’t think you will accidentally say it?”

“I’ll be screaming your name, not Elvis’s.”

“Do you know why they call it a safe word?”

She shook her head. “N-n-n-no.

“You can take more than you think you can when you know things can stop anytime you want. You feel safe knowing I’m in control only when you give me that power. Sadomasochism isn’t about pain or pleasure, but it is about power play. It’s an exchange of power. Power, which you give to me. Are you willing to submit to me?”

Oh hell yeah.
His words sent a chill of excitement to her toes.

“I have to warn you though once you say ‘yes,’ there’s no going back. Once you say yes, you belong to me.”

She wanted to say yes—but would doing it mean she was saying no to Kurt? She took a deep breath. An invisible vise clamped down hard on her chest. She couldn’t do it, but she wanted to so bad. She felt a compulsion to know what it would be like to be mastered by Troy, completely dominated by him. She'd always wanted to do this, not to dabble in spankings and bondage but to truly submit to a man and be dominated by her lover.

“Now would be a good time to say yes, honey.” His lips curled up in a smile.

She took a cleansing breath, smiled, and said the word he was waiting to hear. “Yes.”

He took a step back and smiled at her. “Undress for me.”

The symbolic gesture did not escape her. He meant for her to bare all. She would be naked for him while he was fully clothed. He had seen her naked before, and he’d seen her vulnerable and needy, but this time things were different. Would it make it any easier if she thought about their last time together?

She had to trust him, or it was all over.

She undressed slowly, slipping the sleeve of her dress off to bare first one shoulder then the other. She took her time unzipping and was pleased to see him shuffle his feet. He was beginning to get anxious. Her little black dress fell to the floor in a silky puddle at her feet. She kicked off her high-heeled shoes and stood in front of him in nothing but her matching black lace underwear.

“Do you like what you see, Troy?”

“I do. However, you aren’t to ask questions. Also, remember you may call me Troy or Elvis in public, but you must address me as Master in the bedroom.”

“Master?” She rolled the word off her tongue. “I like the sound of it, Master.”

“No talking, lovely, unless you are told you may address me.”

He frowned, and Lynne’s tummy twisted. She was afraid to ask what was wrong, so she wisely kept her mouth shut.

“Take off your bra.”

She reached behind her, unleashing her breasts with a practiced movement. She dangled the bra on two fingers before dropping it to the ground. His eyes devoured her, raking over her nearly nude body. His eyes gleamed darkly, raising the hair on the back of Lynne’s neck. He reminded her of the wolves she’d seen in the zoo. Ravenous and wild.

Her pussy dripped with hot fluid.

He was in control, and she was enjoying it. Never before had a man demanded she do what he wanted. His voice was forceful, but not angry. Lynne couldn’t believe how empowered it made her feel. Sexy—and utterly irresistible.

He wanted her. It was pretty obvious since the front of his slacks were tented tautly over his cock. She was delirious with a rabid hunger for his body, but he remained calm and in control.

Only his self-control kept Lynne from rushing the scenario he had set up. Was it allowed? Could she test his control? How far would he take this before calling a halt? She hoped he’d take it to the limit. Being inquisitive, she ached to ask questions, but being a minion, she knew better than to speak for fear he’d end the evening.

Troy slouched into the large armchair in front of the fireplace. He continued to stare at her until Lynne’s skin began to tingle. What was he waiting for?

She was having a hard time breathing. Her knees were knocking, and her fingers trembled.