Taming Blake (A New Adult Romance): The Complete Trilogy (21 page)

I opened my eyes, trying to work out what was happening, and that’s when I caught a glimpse of the stranger’s hands, still down by his sides, his swollen cock wet and glistening and twitching from all the attention I’d been paying it.

Wait, but if
he’s
not pulling me back to my feet, then who is?

That’s when I caught the scent of Blake’s distinctive spicy cologne, directly behind me.

As he pulled me roughly back to my feet, holding me sternly in place by my ponytail, I glanced nervously around the room — which had fallen silent, everyone staring at me, a hundred pairs of curious eyes, all glittering behind their masks.

I could feel my heart pounding and my skin burning, my pussy throbbing and my nipples tingling, as I wondered just what might happen next.

Blake began to march me roughly forwards, his grip still firm and tight around my ponytail. I felt myself comply, as he walked me sternly towards one of the many doors that led off from this central chamber.

As he led me down the dark, dingy corridor, I began to suspect that some of the others from that main room were following behind us too, curious to take in whatever was about to happen next.

We arrived, at the end of the corridor, at the same heavy wood door I’d pushed open curiously on my very first visit to this club. Blake reached out behind me and slammed it open, then marched me inside. I wondered what would happen if I told him to stop, if I said I wasn’t enjoying myself.

Would he still continue?

But the thing was, I
was
enjoying this. My whole body was trembling and throbbing with anticipation, as I wondered just what was about to happen next.

He led me roughly into that brick-walled, circular room, lit only by a single bare bulb dangling above us, and I noticed that there was some sort of wooden contraption now standing in the middle of the room — it looked a lot like an old-fashioned set of wooden stocks, like something you might see in a history book about medieval torture instruments.

Still gripping my hair tightly in one hand, Blake marched me towards it, opening up the contraption and thrusting me forwards. There were three grooves cut out into the wood: a larger one in the middle for my neck, and two smaller ones for my wrists.

I obeyed, placing myself gingerly upon it, feeling the cold wooden slat come closing down from above, locking me firmly in place, my vision now restricted to the dusty patch of dirty concrete directly below me.

I could hear Blake pacing behind me, and I could feel many others too, gathering around the cold circular walls of the room, taking their places, a low murmur of electricity and excitement in the small room. Then Blake came to a stop.

A long pause.

I waited, my back arched, my ass in the air, my pussy softly throbbing, my whole body so naked and exposed. 

And then
slap!

I felt his hand come down hard against my left buttock sending a shockwave of surprise right through me.

Slap!

His hand came down again, this time on my right buttock, causing me to gasp and shiver once more.

Then I felt his hot rough fingers slip roughly between my legs, grazing my clit for a tantalizing moment before parting my lips wide, rubbing back and forth, fast and rough. And I could feel just how wet I was, too, trickling down the insides of my thighs as his fingers roughly worked my sex, tracing back even further for a moment, right between my cheeks, his fingertip stopping when it touched against my tender rosebud.

Fuck.

I’d never had anyone touch me there before, and I felt myself tense up, unsure whether I even liked this new experience. I wanted to say something, perhaps. To tell him to stop. But instead I just stayed silent, trembling, biting my lip, as I wondered just what he might do next.

I gasped, as I felt him work his digit a little way inside me, right into my ass.

And
wow
, it actually felt pretty good.

I shivered as he pulled his finger back out a ways, then pushed it even
further
inside me. I moaned, feeling so totally exposed in front of this whole room full of strangers.

I felt him pull away from me, leaving me gasping and trembling, my eyes fixed on that dirty, dusty patch of floor in front of me, my whole body shivering as I heard him pace around in front of me now.

I caught sight first of his muscular tanned legs, and then there between them, his impressive cock: rock solid and jutting upwards enticingly towards me. I wanted to reach out and grab it, but of course I couldn’t move, my wrists bound so firmly in place, my fingers grasping uselessly at the air.

He moved his hips a little towards me, teasing me now, the hot head of his cock brushing lightly against my parted lips for a moment, causing me to whimper and beg, before he pulled away once move, leaving me gasping and writhing for him.

He thrust forward again, this time slipping his cock between my eager lips.

I sucked hard on him as he began to pump himself in and out of my mouth, faster and faster, and as he fucked me like this, I could feel my pussy throbbing and yearning, desperate for attention.

If only there were two of him ...

Just then I felt fingers tracing lightly down my spine. At first I thought it was Blake, but no, his hands were both in my hair, holding my head in place as he took me. And with a shiver of surprise, I realized that these were most likely
female
hands, their long nails moving further down my spine, tracing deliciously towards my ass.

I felt the anonymous hands cup my buttocks, then slowly part me, and I let out a muffled groan as I felt a hot delicate tongue lap upwards, all the way up from the tingling lips of my pussy to my ass, then slowly back down again, this time grazing my throbbing clit, too, sending shiver after shiver of electric pleasure right the way through me as this mysterious mouth began lapping and sucking at every sensitive little part of my sex, her hands parting me so wide as she nuzzled me eagerly from behind, while Blake continued to pump my mouth with his thick hard cock.

The stranger’s hands began to slide up my belly now, and as she fucked me with her tongue, I felt her fingers cup my breast, tweaking my nipples hard, causing me to gasp and cry out around Blake’s cock.

I could feel my orgasm building inside me in white hot, electric waves. This stranger seemed to know just what to do, her tongue expertly coaxing the pleasure from my trembling body, her fingers tugging hard on my sensitive little nipples while her hot tongue drove itself deep into my pussy.

Just as my own pleasure begin to build to a crescendo, I felt Blake’s cock swell in my mouth, and he pulled himself free just moments before he came, pulsing warm jets over my mouth and chin as I gasped, reaching my own orgasm too.

I closed my eyes and whimpered, the stranger’s tongue buried deep inside me from behind and Blake’s hot wetness on my face, the taste of him filling my gasping mouth, my body exploding with white-hot electric pleasure, while the eyes of a hundred horny strangers watched on ...

I woke in sunlight, my naked body wrapped once more in sumptuous cotton bed sheets, Blake’s warm body still slumbering next to me. The bedroom was so clean and spacious, it was the total opposite of where we’d been last night. And it almost made it feel like the whole thing had been some kind of dream. My memories came back to me in flashes of sensation: excitement and exhilaration and humiliation all wrapped up into one.

Had that girl really been me?

Because when I pictured the scene, it all seemed kind of unreal: there I was, held in place in the middle of a room full of strangers, while Blake fucked my mouth and some anonymous female buried her face deep in my pussy from behind.

You sure you didn’t just dream it?

I brought my slender wrist to my face from beneath the sheets to inspect it, and sure enough, there was a faint blue bruise, no doubt left behind from the rough wood of the stocks.

And now I was here once more, back in Blake’s apartment. It was Saturday morning, the whole lazy weekend stretching out before us, the antics of last night (not to mention my crazy week, stressing and worrying), suddenly so far in the past it seemed just a distant memory.

I turned to Blake, wrapping myself eagerly around him, running my fingers lightly over the small patch of hair that grew deliciously between his firm pecs, enjoying slowly waking him up with my touch.

His eyes flickered then opened, and as always I felt that same rush when he caught me in his gaze — his steely grey eyes, so cold and direct.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he murmured, his mouth curling in a playful smile.

“Me too,” I replied, planting a soft kiss on his shoulder, happy to nestle myself against him, happy that — unlike last night — we were
alone
.

But then I felt another, conflicting emotion rise up in me, too.

What exactly is going on between us?

I couldn’t help myself — all those worries of the last week came rushing back, and I remembered Fallon’s advice about not getting too involved.

Why does everything have to be so complicated?

My frustration came out in a soft sigh and I turned away from him, hiding my face in the pillows, waiting for this sudden sulky mood of mine to pass. But of course, Blake picked up on it immediately, reaching out, putting his hand on my shoulder and turning me back towards him, his eager eyes seeking mine.

“What’s the matter?” he asked. “What are you thinking, Jessica?”

And I wanted to just say it, to blurt out all my insecurities and questions:

What are we? Are we together? Is this how it is now? Do we just play it cool, and occasionally end up in bed together? Or is there something more here, Blake? Do I really have to share you? Because maybe I want you all to myself …

But instead, as always, I found myself pushing my worries away, deep down inside myself, shaking my head and forcing a sweet, happy smile back onto my face.

“Nothing’s the matter,” I lied. “I’m fine.”

“Was it last night?” Blake asked, catching me off-guard.

He stroked my cheek and looked into my eyes with an intense honesty.

“I’m worried that what we did may have been a little too much, too soon for you. You’re so delicate, you’re like a beautiful orchid Jessica,” he continued, his fingers moving from my face to my collar bone, then down further, brushing my hardening right nipple. “ But I knew it from the first moment I set eyes on you, there was a fire within you ...”

His touched moved further down, tracing over my belly, then slowly between my legs.

“... I could see that underneath your lack of experience, there was a burning desire for something more in the world ...”

His fingers brushed my sex gently, coaxing gentle warm shivers from my body.

“Not everyone is like us, you know. Most people wouldn’t understand. Even if they
could
access their deepest desires, they’d still be too closed off to explore them ...”

I gasped as his thumb began to brush back and forth against my clit, the electricity building steadily inside me.

“I can tell that you’re willing to be
opened up
to exciting new things, Jessica ...”

At this, I felt myself spreading my legs wider, grinding myself against him now, his fingers parting my sex, slipping easily into my warm wetness.

“And my friends and I know just how to help you. To watch you grow ...”

His motions increased, working me faster and faster, his fingers plunging in and out of me, his thumb still brushing my clit.

“To watch you develop and change. But you have to be absolutely comfortable. I wouldn’t want to make you do anything you didn’t want to do. You have to want this. You do, Jessica. You do want it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, feeling my pleasure reach boiling point as I shivered and came against his hand. “Yes, I do.”

“You see, my parties are a kind of haven for people like us,” he continued, as I lay there trembling, coming back down to earth. “This is where we can truly be ourselves. There’s no judgment. And it can mean whatever you want it to mean. These are people with busy lives. For some people, it’s a monthly escape from reality. Wish-fulfillment. A fantasy. For other others? It’s their entire lives. And for those in between, like me – and if I’m right about it, you, too – it can change us. We can become so much more, opening ourselves up to possibilities and pleasures we didn’t even know
existed
.”

I finally caught my breath.

“Blake, you’re right,” I replied. “I’ve learnt so much more about myself in the last few weeks than in the last three
years
, and I’ve got to be honest, it’s all still a bit of a shock. There’s a lot of stuff I wasn’t even sure I was into. But I promise you, last night? That was
exactly
what I wanted. I don’t know what my limits are just yet, but I know that as long as you’re there, too, it’ll be okay.”

“Good,” he said softly. “Because I want you to know, I would
never
do anything to hurt you, Jessica, and if you ever feel uncomfortable, you just need to say so. Okay?”

I nodded.

“So what was it?” he asked.

“What’s what?” I replied, confused.

“What were you sighing about, back then? What’s eating you up? We should be able to talk about things, you know, and I can tell there’s still something on your mind.”

I know I should have just been able to say it, but
still
it felt like I couldn’t. I knew that if I actually blurted out my real worries, I’d probably come across as needy and crazy and just scare him away completely. He’d run a mile, despite everything he’d just said; I was sure of it.

Oh, what a damned mess.

Just think of something, quick.

“I’m mainly just worried about my apartment,” I ventured.

I mean, this
was
kinda true. I
was
somewhat worried about what to do next — whether to take Fallon up on her offer, or to find somewhere here in Manhattan.

“Or
lack of apartment,
” I clarified. “I’m staying at my friend’s in Brooklyn at the moment, you see. She’s going on tour with her band and she’s offered it to me as a sublet, but I don’t know … I was thinking about Manhattan, too …”

“I want you here,” Blake said, with such a confidence and certainty that took me aback.

And for a moment, I even actually thought he meant
right here
, in his apartment — that he was asking me to move in with him – and I felt myself blushing and smiling.

“Brooklyn’s too far away,” he continued, “especially if you’re going to be working in your new office. No, I think you should find a place here, in Manhattan.”

I nodded, ignoring the silly little part of myself that felt disappointed, as I realized he
wasn’t
actually asking me to move in with him after all.

“In fact …” he said, obviously thinking out-loud, nodding to himself as he spoke, “I have just the place. I own an apartment a few blocks from here. There’s a good friend of mine living there at the moment, but she gets kind of lonely sometimes on her own, so I was meaning to fix her up with a roommate. The apartment’s much too big for one person. And I need it doing up a little actually, before I put it back on the market. So if you fancied another side-project, you could work on it in lieu of rent?”

I thought about it for a moment — was this legit? Was he being serious? And further more, was it perhaps something of a mistake to get even
more
tangled up with this guy, when what I probably should be doing was trying to strike out more on my own, like Fallon had suggested. And how exactly was I supposed to tell her:
You know that guy that I’m definitely not getting too involved with? Well actually, I’m gonna be moving into his spare apartment now, too!

But before I knew it, he was leaning forward, brushing the hair out of my eyes, such a cute, sincere look on his face that I found myself nodding and smiling and saying, “Well … sure, why not?”

“Great,” he replied, kissing me, first softly then more urgently, his tongue pushing into my mouth. And I kissed him back, just as eagerly, my body once more yearning for him, melting beneath his touch, shivering a little as his hands found my breasts.

Maybe I should just be happy.

Maybe this means he does want me after all …