Page 97 of Masters of Secrets

Eagerly, he pressed inward, not caring about the humid air that was hard to breathe. Who needed air anyway? He just needed this. He felt more alive, more engaged, more free than in any scene he’d ever done.

Burying his mouth in her pussy, he feasted.

Julie

Though she was trying to keep quiet, to preserve some semblance of secrecy about what she and Connor were doing—just in case the occupants on the booths on either side of them were paying any attention—it wasn’t easy. Partly because she wanted him to know he was doing a good job and partly because he really was doing a very good job.

It was very distracting.

As good a show as Patrick was putting on, wrapping Lexie in a rope dress and preparing to lift her into the air, Julie was having trouble watching it. She was far more interested in the massive man kneeling at her feet, eating her out like a starving man, who kept banging into the table and not pausing in his efforts. It was a good thing the tables were bolted to the floor, or he probably would have shifted the whole thing.

Julie shuddered, moaning again as his tongue laved over a particularly sensitive spot. One hand gripped his hair, the other gripped the table. She was too short to truly be able to lean back against the back of the booth—the seats were made particularly wide for a reason—but she was leaning back as much as she could to give Connor as much access to her pussy as possible. Her thighs trembled slightly at the stretch necessary to accommodate his shoulders.

If she could have put them over his shoulders, she would have, but being in the booth only allowed for certain positions. Especially with as big as he was.

“Oh, fuck…” she moaned as he shifted, managing to get his mouth even more firmly on her pussy, sucking her clit between his lips. Her insides clenched in response, quivering as her orgasm slid closer to its peak.

On the stage, Patrick was lifting Lexie into the air, an expression of utter bliss on her face as she flew. The music was swelling as he lifted a crop and began to work her over while she hung in the center of the stage like a work of art. Her cries at the sting and the moans of pleasure blended in with the music, as did all the sounds coming from the booths around them.

No one would be able to tell what sound came from where.

Which meant she could let go of her own worries about revealing too much. Gripping Connor’s hair tighter, she ground her pussy against his mouth, crying out when he seemed to realize how close she was, and sucked her clit back between his lips. His tongue flicked against the tiny bud, the suction pulling at her in waves. She cried out again, her thighs tightening around his shoulders as hot bliss exploded inside her.

Muscles quivering, she gasped and moaned as she rode his mouth, clutching his head tightly against her as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her body buzzed from the heady sensations, his mouth and tongue working until she was nearly limp.

Only then did she tug on his hair, moving him away from her, giving her the space to catch her breath. He went with reluctance she could feel, even though she couldn’t see his face.

Still using his hair to guide him, she pulled him back out from under the table.

The lighting wasn’t great, but it was good enough to see the light shine around his lips from her juices, the way his hair was properly mussed. The sheepish expression was back on his face as he reached up to wipe his mouth clean.

Damn, he looked good, sheepish and pleased with himself, while her body was still humming from the orgasm. He deserved a reward.

“Sit next to me and watch the show,” she said, releasing her grip on his hair now that he was out. The music and sounds from Lexie, as well as everyone else watching, were loud enough that she was no longer worried at all about being heard. “Hands back on the table.”

Which meant she could touch him as much as she wanted while he was back to sitting still.

He got into position, but he wasn’t watching the show; he was watching her. Julie decided not to chastise him. Eventually, he wasn’t going to be able to see what she was doing, anyway.

Getting up on her knees, she knelt beside him on the booth, so she was facing him. One hand went over his arm so she could run her fingernails across his chest, teasing his nipples, while the other went to free his cock from his pants.

He’d been in her class, and she’d seen him at the club, so she knew he was well-endowed, but it was one thing to know and another to wrap her fingers around the thick, hard shaft. Connor made a noise, almost like a whimper, as she did so, and Julie smiled at the feeling of power that went through her.

There was nothing quite like making a grown man whimper to turn her on even more.

Connor

Thinking?

Who needed thoughts?

All the thoughts had completely flown out of his head. He’d been completely focused on Mistress Julie’s pleasure, and now he wasn’t able to think about a thing other than what she was doing to him. How she was touching him. How fucking good it felt when her hand wrapped around his cock, even as her nails dragged a stinging trail across his chest.

He could still taste her on his tongue, breathing in her essence with every panting breath he took as she slid her hand up his cock and back down again. His fingers tried to curl against the table before he could force them flat again, letting out a guttural groan. He’d never been in a position not to be able to touch the woman he was with.

He hated it.

But he loved it even more.