I hear the sound of a condom opening, and then he’s there. He enters me in one swift thrust, and my voice is lost in the music. The world cracks around me, and there’s nothing but me and him and the feeling of him inside me. Pleasure rolls across my body hard and fast, my nipples hardening and the new surge of wetness making him feel that much better. Cole grabs my hips through the bars, holding me against them as he plunges into me. This isn’t a seduction—this is a king taking his captive as he sees fit.
He’s going so fast that I’m breathless, and I love the feeling of him sliding against me. I love the feeling of being taken, knowing that I’m the source of his greatest pleasure. It doesn’t take him long. Cole groans as he thrusts against the cage, burying himself in me as deeply as he can with the bars in the way. He rests on them while we’re still joined, and I hear him curse. “I think you’ve earned your way out.”
He slips out of me and I turn to give him a smirk. “Thank you, Sir.”
Cole unlocks the cage and pulls me out, guiding me over to the couch. He pushes me down onto it playfully. “Your turn.”
“It’s all right,” I say.
“No, it’s not,” he says seriously. “With me, you always come.”
I raise an eyebrow. “That’s quite a promise.”
“One I intend to keep.” He kneels in front of me, grabbing my ankles and pushing them up until I’m nearly bent in half.
I giggle, “You trying to test my flexibility?”
“Maybe. Or maybe I’m just trying to have the best access to that pretty pussy of yours.”
There’s a witty reply on my tongue, but it evaporates into thin air as he starts to use his. “Oh. Sweet. Fuck.”
“Mmm. Yes you are.”
He dips his tongue into my pussy, stroking me deeper than I ever thought possible with a tongue. It feels so good, and Cole knows exactly where to lick to make me start to shake. My heart rate spikes, breath goes short, and suddenly the muscles in my legs are shaking. I’m already close from him being inside me, and his mouth is relentless on my clit, sucking and biting and licking, and I’m so close.
The door slides open and Rosie strides into the room, “Mr. Andrews, there’s something that needs your immediate—” She freezes as she realizes what she’s seeing: The owner of the club with his face and tongue deep in my pussy. My orgasm disappears like smoke.
Rosie’s mouth is open in shock, and I can feel the tension in the room. Cole leans back far enough to turn his head towards her. “Rosie, please leave.”
His voice is calm and level, but also a voice of a boss that I wouldn’t disobey.
“I’m sorry,” she says, gathering herself. “You’re needed downstairs.”
There’s an edge in his tone now, “Whatever it is, I’m sure that Hudson or Julian or security will be able to handle it.”
“But—”
“Leave. Now.”
Rosie hesitates another second, giving me a long look before disappearing out the door. As soon as it shuts, I let out a relieved sigh. “What the fuck was that.” The sudden reality of the situation crashes around me, and my whole body blushes. “That was horrible, and embarrassing and awkward.”
Cole smirks. “Just a little, but not the end of the world.”
“But now everyone is going to look at me like I’m the girl who’s fucking the boss.”
“Is that such a bad thing?”
“That’s not what I meant,” I say, sighing and leaning back against the couch. “But people aren’t really fans of people that do that.” My orgasm has disappeared.
“Looks like you’re already going to have to break your promise.”
“The hell I am,” he narrows his eyes. “You think a little interruption like that is going to stop me from making you come?”
“I—”
He slides two fingers into me, right against my G-spot. His other hand presses down low on my belly and with the first thrust, I’m back. Oh my god, the way he’s pressing down takes me right to the edge. His fingers are hitting it directly, and suddenly I’m seeing stars. Using his hand, he fucks my G-spot with that same relentless energy that he used with his mouth. And he does keep his promise. In minutes I come, screaming, grabbing his shoulders, and spasming on the couch. The club disappears and the pleasure burns through me like dynamite, colors exploding behind my eyes and in my veins. Cole milks all the pleasure he can from me with his fingers until I can’t take it anymore—until I’m begging him to stop.