Page 34 of Nobody's Girl

“I trust you to stop if I ask you to,” she said softly, “but we could still have a word, just for the fun of it.”

Ivo grinned, tightening his arms around her waist. “How about French Fry?”

Sofia giggled. “You know how much I love fries…I might shout that out in the middle of an orgasm anyway.”

“Good point.”

She pressed her body against his. “Enough talking. Fuck me, Zacca.”

Ivo grinned and lifted her into his arms. “Wrap those beautiful legs round my hips, beautiful, and open them wide.”

Sofia kissed him as he carried her to the window, feeling his cock nudge her entrance. “Before I share you,” Ivo said, nuzzling her neck, nipping at her shoulder, “I need to have you for myself.”

He thrust his engorged cock into her, the danger and excitement of their situation making them both so horny that they came almost immediately, then Ivo pressed her up against the cool of the window. His lips were at her ear, his voice low, almost a growl. “You’re so wet for me, baby, so ready.” The glass was cool against her breasts, her belly, her thighs. Ivo teased her cunt with the tip of his cock. “You’re going to have to open wider than that, beautiful, because I’m so hot for you, I don’t know if this will fit in your tight little cunt.”

He thrust in a little way and Sofia gasped – he was huge, had always been huge, but tonight, he did seem larger than she could handle… “Fuck me hard, Ivo, and hurt me if you have to. I want you to leave your mark on my skin…”

He pinned her hands against the glass, his lips, his teeth against the skin of her neck, and thrust into her, brutal, feral, his cock, thick and long plowing deep into her swollen and damp cunt. Sofia cried out but Ivo showed no mercy.

“You want pain, my darling?”

“God, yes…yes…”

He bit down on her shoulder, hard, drawing blood and felt her buck under him, hissing her approval, throwing her head back so he could kiss her. He nipped her lip between his teeth and felt her smile. “I want them to see how beautiful you are.”

Sofia nodded and Ivo flipped the switch. Suddenly she could see the people below turning toward the glass cubicle and watching them fuck. Ivo’s thrusts got deeper and he pressed her against the glass. Sofia saw some men begin to masturbate, some of the dancers who were obviously high, reach out towards the glass. It was set a little off the ground but still, there were hands stroking the glass where her breasts and belly and sex pressed against it. Ivo turned her sideways, and entered her from the front, giving the audience, the view of his cock driving deep into her vagina. Sofia watched the reflection, her body alive, almost delirious with pleasure. She came, arching her back up, taking his load into her belly, enjoying the admiration of the audience. As they panted for breath, Ivo switched the glass back to opaque and they heard both moans of disappointment and cheers of admiration.

“That was such a rush,” Sofia panted, kissing him and Ivo gathered her to him, kissing her tenderly, pushing the masks from both of them.

“God, you’re beautiful,” his face was flushed with sweat, and even more gorgeous to her eyes. They clung together, holding each other. “Do you feel better now?”

She nodded. “I don’t think I want to play threesomes tonight, if that’s okay with you.”

Ivo laughed. “Of course, it’s okay. Want to go home?”

She nodded. “When we’ve caught our breath. And by the way…yes, Ivo. I will move in with you.”

She had the satisfaction of seeing his surprise, then his delight and knew she had made the right decision.

He was glad he had followed them to the club, had seen their display. Sofia Amory’s body was something else and seeing her fucked so thoroughly, knowing she was open to kink just made him desire her even more.

Grant walked out into the early hours of a Paris morning, his adrenaline buzzing. He was glad now that he had waited. Glad he had never killed a woman before. Glad he had resisted until he found her. Sofia Amory would be his first…

…and she would be his masterpiece.

Chapter Fourteen

Penn Black looked exhausted and Tamara hid a smile. Had his spawn been born yet? Was that why he looked like death warmed up? She resisted asking him, knowing it would give her away. She had been so busy with the renovations at the new club that she hadn’t had time to torment his wife, or his girlfriend, whoever she was.

Tamara smiled at him now, running her hands along the length of his thighs. She was wearing only nipple clamps and a dog collar today but he didn’t seem into it at all. “What would Master like today? Would he like his cock sucked? Would he like to be milked dry?”