Chapter Thirteen
Mastema moved next to her face and turned it toward his cock. She licked her lips at the sight of it, red and swollen, with tiny beads of pre-cum already dotting the tip. “Open your mouth.”
Kayla didn’t even hesitate. He shoved his dick inside, holding her head still as he slid it in and out, so damn slowly it drove her wild with need. She curled her lips around her teeth and relaxed her throat muscles.
“Oh, yes! That’s fucking exquisite. You can’t get away from me. God, Kayla. You should see how fucking sexy you look right now. Bent over and tied to this pole. I’m going to ask Gorgon to put a second one next to it so I can tie you up between them, spread-eagled, and fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
That image sent tiny contractions to her clit, which throbbed now from the need for release. He fucked her mouth harder. The tip of his cock touched the back of her throat with each thrust. Kayla flexed her Kegel muscles and tried to make herself come as hot desire spread through her.
But before she could bring herself to orgasm, he withdrew from her mouth and kissed her, hard and rough. “I will never get enough of you.”
“Same here.” She could hardly breathe, let alone form a sentence. Mastema trailed his dick over her face, lightly slapping her skin with it, before moving to her breasts to do the same to her nipples.
He alternated that with grasping them, rolling her taut peaks between his thumbs and forefingers the way she loved. The effect sent tiny jolts of electricity straight to her clit, until she was poised right on the edge of a climax.
“I can’t stand it any longer. Please let me come!”
“No fucking way.” He grabbed her head and shoved his cock back inside her mouth. “I’m having too much fun teasing you.”
Kayla relaxed her throat muscles again and tightened her grip on the pole as he fucked her hard and rough. His grunts and load groans told her he was close to coming, and when he did, her mouth filled with hot, tasty cum. She did her best to swallow it, but at this angle, most of it ended up on her face.
Once he withdrew, he blinked a few times and glanced around. “Oh good.” He grabbed two bottles of water off her dresser and opened one, holding it to her mouth so she could drink from it. Then he drained it and placed the other one on the floor next to the pole.
“You still okay like this? Because we’re not done.”
“I’m fine.” It didn’t escape her attention he’d let her drink first, and had made sure she was all right. She recalled the first night she’d fucked him, thinking he was a keeper. She’d been right.
Mastema pulled the footstool over and placed it underneath her, then he lay draped across it and grinned up at her. “Perfect.” He tortured her breasts with his hands and tongue, sending her to crazy heights of desire as he licked and sucked her nipples, gently bit them, and squeezed the mounds of flesh together until Kayla was so wet, her juices ran down her thighs.
“I want you so fucking ready to come that when I let you do it, it will blow your mind.”
“I’m already there. Please, Mastema.”
“God. You should see how fucking sexy this looks from down here.” He slid the ottoman lower and half lay, half sat below her pussy. “Mmmm … this will be fun.”
Kayla moaned loudly as he slid two fingers into her pussy, and one into her puckered hole. She cried out as the orgasm began. It intensified as Mastema licked and sucked her clit. She re-planted her feet and tried to hang onto the sweaty metal under her hands as he continued to finger-fuck her, and lick her tender bud.
As the contractions went on and on, her legs trembled, and goosebumps broke out over her entire body. This was the sexiest, most erotic thing she’d ever done. Her clit hurt by the time he finished, and she could still feel his finger inside her, long after he removed it.
“I need to fuck you again.” Mastema moved the ottoman from underneath her, donned the condom, and sank his swollen dick into her pussy from behind. He held onto her hips as he fucked her, slowly at first, gradually increasing his speed and strength.
The climax he’d given her with his mouth and fingers intensified again, until her entire body quivered from the contractions with sheer, exquisite pleasure. She’d never been fucked like this. Never had an orgasm go on and on this way.
It wasn’t going to stop, and neither was he. His strength and stamina were fucking intoxicating. Everything about him was. Sweat droplets splashed her ass cheeks and lower back as Mastema grunted and groaned his way to another orgasm.
By the time he withdrew, her entire body might as well have been made of jelly. She could no longer grip the pole when he finally untied her wrists and pulled her into his arms. Her body was as slick as his, her breathing equally quick, and her heartbeat just as rapid.
“Wow,” she whispered.
He chuckled low in his throat and kissed her neck. “Yeah. I sure as fuck don’t want to work now.”
“I wish you didn’t have to.” A thought occurred to her, which was amazing considering her brain was mush. “Why don’t I come downstairs and hang out in the club?” She’d never actually done that in all the weeks she’d been here. At least, not for longer than a few moments.
“I’d like that, and so would everyone else.”
“Okay. Give me a few minutes to shower and change clothes.”
When he pulled out of the embrace and gave her an exasperated look, she laughed. “What?”
“You talking about showers isn’t exactly helping my motivation to get my ass downstairs.”
“Then think about … I don’t know. Icicles on your balls or something.”
His laugh sent her heart fluttering. “Oh, Kayla. You are perfect.” He kissed her quickly. “I’m out of here or we’ll spend the entire night fucking, and Gorgon will be up here looking for me.”
“Then you’d better go. I’ll be down in about twenty minutes.”
She took a quick shower, letting the memories wash over her. Every spot on her body was still alive with his touch. This was all new to her, and she loved it. Instead of the fear she thought she’d experience, the world now felt alive with possibilities she’d never considered before.
It wasn’t the same as the newness the first time they’d had sex. This was different. Stable. Normal. No underlying images of being used or tricked filled her mind. Instead, there was a peacefulness about it, as if she’d been searching for this and had finally stumbled upon it.
As she dressed in a short skirt and tube top, donning cute sandals she’d recently brought, tears threatened. This was the happiest she’d ever been. No doubt about it. She’d finally opened her heart enough to let someone inside. In time, she would learn to completely trust in this, because she knew he’d never hurt her.
Kayla had no idea where this would lead, but she was ready for it. She was ready to let this sexy, strong man lead her out of the dark and into a new life. A life without fear. A life where she could begin to tear down the walls she’d built around her heart.
This was real! He wanted the same thing from this relationship she did. For the first time in her life, Kayla didn’t have to fear another person. It was new but exhilarating. And it was only the beginning of her happy experiences.
The club was crowded tonight, and she guessed that was because the weather was unseasonably warm for late September. Chloe was on stage. Her pregnancy didn’t show yet, but Kayla had heard rumors that Chloe now only danced one set a night, and would stop soon until after her baby was born.
Even though Chloe hadn’t intended on telling anyone about it, somehow the entire club seemed to already know. At least Kayla hadn’t contributed to that. She’d kept her word to Chloe and Rai. She hadn’t said anything about it to anyone, including Mastema.
Kayla leaned against the bar near the entrance to the club, and watched with envy as Chloe gracefully navigated the stage and three poles. She’d improved even in the weeks Kayla had been here, and she’d been amazing already.
The cheering and hooting from the crowd was deafening. Maybe one day she’d get up the nerve to ask Chloe for help? She was clearly the perfect person to help Kayla with her pole work. She’d mastered it unlike any of them had.
“She’s incredible, isn’t she?”
Kayla turned to face Meghan, who’d donned an apron prior to going behind the bar to work.
“Yes. I’m so jealous.”
Meghan laughed. “Can’t blame you there. But you’re no slouch, Kayla. You’ve really come into your own the past couple of weeks.”
“Really?” If others had noticed, it must be true.
“Yeah. Everyone says so.”
Her heart filled with pride and renewed happiness. “Mind if I hang out here while you serve drinks? I’d like to watch the others dance.”
“Not at all, but come on back behind the bar. You’ll have a better view and won’t get jostled around.”
“Are you sure I won’t be in your way?”
“Not at all.”
Nightingale was next, and she was always fun to watch because of the feathers. She draped them in a way that made it clear she wore nothing else, but they always covered just enough to tease the men into a frenzy. While she watched, Chloe came behind the bar to get herself a bottle of ginger ale. She’d changed into a tank top and shorts.
“You were really great tonight,” said Kayla.
“You watched me?”
“Yes.”
“Thanks. I haven’t seen you hanging out here watching the rest of us much.”
“I should be here every night. I will be from now on.”
“That’s good to hear, Kayla.” Chloe cut her gaze toward the stage, where Nightingale was finishing up. “They’ll have to clean the stage before the second sets, but I asked her to go on early because Honey will be the last dancer later.”
“Does it bother you that you’re not the last act when one of them dances on the same night as you?”
Chloe frowned. “No. Why on earth would it?”
Kayla wanted to kick her own ass until she cried from the pain. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant because you’re the best dancer here.”
“Thank you for saying so, but no, it doesn’t bother me at all. The more popular acts we have, the more business it brings in.”
“True.”
“And with me stopping soon for a while, we need to hire some new…”
As Chloe’s voice trailed off, she frowned again, but this time it wasn’t in Kayla’s direction. It was at the sight of four men, dressed in cuts with areas on them where it looked like the patches had been taken off. Kayla had hung around MCs long enough to know how odd that was. Then again, they might not be from an MC, but why were they wearing leather vests that had obviously one had patches on them?
“Who the fuck are they?” asked Chloe. “Do you recognize them?”
“No,” said Meghan, “but if I had to bet good money, I’d say they were from the Outlaw Dogs, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah. I sure would.” Chloe drained her bottle. “I thought they were checking IDs at the door? How the fuck did those four get in here? I’ll go and find Gorgon. Kayla, stay behind the bar with Meghan.”
Before Kayla had the chance to say one word, Chloe was gone. “Why would they come in here?” she asked Meghan.
“Don’t know, but I can’t fucking believe they had the balls to do it. And like Chloe said, who the fuck is watching the door and let them in?”
Kayla glanced around, but didn’t spot any of the officers, or Donny’s men. “Maybe they didn’t know them? Or maybe they had fake IDs?” She’d heard that Gorgon had names of all the Outlaw Dogs MC members, and had ordered everyone checking IDs at the door not to let any of them inside.
Meghan gave her a dark glance. “Or, maybe they did know them?”
A nasty shiver ran down her spine. “What do you mean?”
“We have a lot of new prospects. Who’s to say one or more of them isn’t itching for the turf war those assholes have been threatening for months now?”
As Kayla and Meghan watched the four men split up and move around the club, a nasty shiver ran down Kayla’s spine. First Chloe’s ex-boyfriend and now these men. What good were all those floodlights they were installing in the woods, a fence around the entire perimeter, and a very expensive security system, if anyone could walk in here during business hours?
Sure, they had a club to run, but how protected were they really?