THE INVITATION (The Marriage Diaries, Volume 5) (7 page)

In that crazy moment, she let go of everything — her modesty, her reserve, her embarrassment — and knowing that Dean would catch her in his strong arms she embraced the rush of ecstasy pulsing in her veins. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, a mewling sound escaping her throat as her body convulsed with a pleasure so intense she nearly blacked out.

When she finally regained her senses he was holding her, the arm banded around her waist keeping her upright. Gradually, their surroundings came back into focus, along with the knowledge of what she’d just done in front of strangers. Heat swept across her cheeks, the warmth spreading all the way to the tips of her ears.

Dean’s face was buried against the side of her neck, his breath damp and heavy against her skin. “That was so fucking hot,” he rasped as he removed his hand from beneath her dress and straightened the hem, keeping her perfectly, decently covered.

She felt him shift behind her, and a few seconds later the toy inside her stopped vibrating so that she could relax more fully. He withdrew something from his pocket, the silky material brushing along her arm as he brought the item up in front of her to see.

“Now we get to the really good part of the evening,” he said, his voice low, soft and seductive against the shell of her ear. “I’m going to put this blindfold on you and I’m going to push you past anything we’ve ever done before. I want you to trust me to take you there in a way that’s safe and secure, okay?”

A frisson of excitement coursed through her as she nodded. His words were vague and gave nothing away, yet she knew whatever he had planned would be hot, thrilling, and
daring
. He slipped the black, silk mask over her eyes, plunging her into compete darkness — and a part of her was grateful for the blindfold so she didn’t have to look anyone in the eye after what they’d just done.

“I
always
trust you,” she said with conviction and certainty. It was the one thing she could always count on when it came to Dean.

“Tonight is going to test that trust in ways that will shock you,” he murmured as he strummed his warm fingers down her bare back. “And I need you to remember that I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, or
us
. However, if things get too intense for you, all you need to do is say our safe word and it all ends immediately.”

She swallowed hard. That he had to qualify this evening’s adventure with such a warning had her imagination spinning in all sorts of dark, decadent, wanton directions. “Fair enough.”

D
ean secured an arm around her back, tucked her against his side, and led her . . .
somewhere
. Jillian had never had a good sense of direction, and being blindfolded completely threw her coordinates off balance. All she could do was let him guide her while listening to the various sounds of the club — laughter, groans, and even screams of pleasure — all amplified by the loss of her vision. She felt as though she was being led through a maze, and a short while later she heard a door close and Dean released her so that she was standing alone, the faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon wrapping around her. Wherever they were, it was completely silent, except for Dean’s footsteps as he moved around the room.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“That will be your one and only question before we get started,” he said, the commanding tone of his voice letting her know that he was now in charge, that the dominant alpha male that she loved had come out to play. “Tonight, you’re mine, to do with as I please. Going forward, I will be the one asking questions and making demands, and you will obey and reply with
sir
. There will be punishments for insubordination and consequences for hesitating when I tell you to do something. Do you understand?”

“Yes . . . Sir,” she added quickly, almost forgetting the word.

“As for where we are, we’re in a small, comfortable room that I reserved and stocked with a few items to use tonight, like this new leather paddle,” he said, and followed that up with a firm smack against what sounded like his palm. “There’s a large glass window in front of where you’re standing, so anyone can watch us, just like we watched those two men fuck that woman. We haven’t even started and we’re already drawing a nice little crowd.”

Oh, God. Her stomach did a tiny somersault. She wasn’t sure how she felt about being on the
other side
of the viewing glass, of allowing strangers to get off on her and Dean’s pleasure. She’d never been an exhibitionist, she certainly didn’t have a model figure to flaunt, but there was safety and comfort in wearing the blindfold — as if she couldn’t see them, they didn’t really exist. She had to think that way, or else she’d totally lose her nerve.

“Take off your dress and your panties,” he ordered.

The brusque command took her off guard, and she hesitated a fraction too long for Dean’s liking. He smacked her bottom with the wide, leather paddle, and even through the material of her dress the sting was enough to make her yelp in surprise.

“Do it
now
,” he said in a harsh tone. “Or the second swat will be twice as hard and on your bare ass.”

Gathering up her courage, she drew the neckline of the dress down, along with the sleeves, and stripped off the garment as quickly as possible before she changed her mind. She did the same with her underwear, until the only three things she was wearing were her stilettos, the diamond choker around her neck, and the soft, silky mask. Her skin felt warm and flushed as she imagined dozens of eyes taking in her less than perfect figure — her full breasts, the soft curve of her stomach, the flare of her hips. She kept her thighs pressed together, and it was all she could do not to cover herself with her hands because she knew that would earn her another searing spank from her husband’s paddle.

“You are so fucking sexy,” Dean murmured, as he trailed his fingers along the seam of her thighs, over her bare mound, to her belly, making her shiver at his touch, while at the same time soothing her anxiety and making her melt with his sensual praise. “Absolute perfection. Every single inch of you.”

He slowly circled around her, one hand caressing her breast. “Your tits are lush and perfectly shaped, your nipples like hard cherry candies that I can’t wait to suck on.”

She couldn’t wait, either. The tips were so rigid they hurt.

Standing behind her now, he skimmed his palm over her bottom, gently squeezing the flesh in his hand. “Your ass is still nice and pert, and we both know how much I enjoy that soft bit of cushion when I’m fucking you from behind.”

She heard the faint flicker of amusement in his voice, a shared intimate moment between them that quickly dissipated when he stroked a hand up her thigh and pushed his fingers in between, where she was wet and silky soft. “And then there’s your legs, so long and slender and smooth. Every man in that room is imagining them spread open in invitation so they can see what a pretty cunt you have.”

Her heart beat crazy-fast in her chest, and she wondered how far he intended to take all this.
Trust me
, he’d said, and she exhaled a breath and clung to those comforting words.

She heard him walk away and pick something up that jangled, then returned to stand in front of her. “Give me your hands,” he demanded.

She lifted her arms, extending her hands out in front of her. A few seconds later he had both of her wrists secured in leather cuffs, and as she put her arms back down to her sides she felt the heavy weight of a clasp attached to the bindings.

Next, he urged her legs a few inches apart and wrapped a thick leather band of some sort around her upper thigh that felt like a belt, and buckled it in place snug and tight, then repeated the procedure on her other thigh. Once those were in place, he clipped the wrist cuffs to the ones around her thighs, effectively keeping her arms confined to sides.

He tugged on the bindings to make sure they were secure, and excitement and apprehension clashed inside of Jillian. There would be no covering herself, or touching him, or using her hands to stop him from doing something shocking to her.

He’d taken away her sense of sight, and now her ability to touch. Ultimately, the blindfold and restraints enslaved her to him, made her both vulnerable and submissive to her husband, and gave him all the control. Much to her own surprise, the thought of other people watching her, and Dean, was suddenly becoming a very heady, exhilarating mind game that gave her a bit of a thrill.

The only way she was going to enjoy any of this was to shed
all
her inhibitions and open herself to the possibilities and pleasure that inevitably followed when she allowed Dean free rein with both her mind and body. Giving him her complete trust and faith enabled Jillian to clear her head of any embarrassment or shame and experience desire and passion at its most potent.

She was so lost in her thoughts that the sudden touch of Dean’s mouth on her breast made her gasp in surprise. His soft, wet tongue trailed down the slope to the stiff crest, followed by the strong pull of his mouth on her nipple, and the sharp nip of his teeth that felt like a jolt through her entire body. He shifted to the other breast, making the second nipple just as hard, then with a final flick of his tongue the sensation was gone . . . replaced seconds later by an unmerciful pinch on each nub as he attached some kind of contraption to her nipples.

Instantly, a path of fire zinged between her breasts and her clit, and she moaned, long and low as desire and need coiled tight inside her.

“Those nipple clamps look so fucking gorgeous on you,” Dean murmured, his voice gruff with satisfaction and arousal. “That bite of pain makes the pleasure hotter, more intense, doesn’t it?”

She was so overloaded with sensation she could only manage a whimper in response.

He smacked her ass with the leather paddle, searing her bare flesh with yet another form of stimulation. “Answer me when I ask you a question,” he growled ominously.

Her mind was spinning, her pulse racing, her body liquefying from the pleasure/pain he was inflicting. “Yes, sir,” she replied breathlessly.

“Now, I want you on your knees,” he ordered as he wrapped warm, strong fingers around her upper arm to help her down since she had no use of her hands, until she was kneeling on a soft cushion of some sort.

“Perfect,” he murmured, and stroked his fingers along her jawline. “The men in the other room are getting so fucking hard watching how well you obey me, and now they get to see what a talented mouth you have.” His thumb skimmed across her bottom lip, then dipped inside, and she automatically licked the pad of his finger.

He exhaled a hiss of breath as his hand fell away. A moment later the pleasure orb still nestled inside of her began a light, sensual hum, just enough to bring those nerve endings back to a heightened level of awareness. Her sex throbbed, and the tips of her breasts tightened even more beneath the pinch of the clamps.

“You may not come,” he said, that deep, authoritative tone to his voice magnifying the tingles rippling over her skin as the echo of his zipper lowering rang in her ears. “This is all for
me
, not you. Open your mouth, baby girl. Show everyone how much you love sucking my cock.”

She licked her lips before parting them, suddenly eager to do exactly as he asked, to take him to the brink and make him wild. It was the only power and leverage she had over him, and she planned to use it to her advantage.

His fingers slid into her hair, then curled around the nape of her neck in a gentle but firm grip as he guided her forward. He pushed the plump crown of his erect penis into her mouth, and she dragged her tongue across the crest then sucked just on that swollen head, savoring the salty-musky taste of his pre-cum, and teasing him in the process.

He swore beneath his breath and twisted his fingers tighter in her hair so that her scalp prickled, adding another element of pain that felt oh-so-good. “Take
all
of me,” he commanded, and pushed deeper into her mouth, giving her no choice but to accept every last inch of him until tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat.

She managed a convulsive swallow as he remained buried to the hilt, and she felt a shudder wrack through him. Having that little bit of power over her husband was intoxicating considering he had her blindfolded and restrained, but it didn’t last long. He withdrew, then pushed back in, fucking her mouth in long, slow, steady strokes that eventually grew rougher, more demanding.

“So fucking good,” he uttered, his voice as rough as steel wool as he continued to thrust, filling her mouth again and again. “Suck me harder . . .
deeper
. Give me what all those men out there want. Make me come with that hot, wet mouth of yours.”

His words excited her, and she did everything he asked, losing herself in his dominance, his aggressive demands. She was equally turned on, the vibrator inside her rasping against nerve endings, making her desperate for her own release. Her nipples ached, the heavy knot of desire throbbed incessantly between her legs, but she knew her orgasm wasn’t going to happen until Dean allowed it to.