Sweetest Salvation (3 page)

His touch made her skin burn
beneath the black silk camisole she wore. Goosebumps spread along her skin and
she shivered. Desire and need nearly drowned her.
 
The need to let out the hidden animal clawed
at her to be set free.

Andy ran her hands over his
shoulders and down his arms. Her fingers moved over his chest and stopped at
his nipples. His breath hitched as she pinched and played. She moaned when her
pussy tightened. Her hands slid down his strong abs and into the waistband of
his boxers.

Nolan lifted his head and
stepped back. “Wait a minute,
hon
, let’s take it
slow. Undress for me.”

Andy frowned, her body quaking
with need. “What?”

Nolan’s jaw clenched and his
gaze narrowed. “Do as I say. Undress.
Now.”

She looked over at Paige, who
nodded and gave her a smile of encouragement.

Understanding dawned.
 

Nolan was the Dom to Paige’s
submissive and he was playing the role he’d been in when she’d interrupted
them. Andy hadn’t thought much about what to do once she’d joined them, but the
idea of submitting to him never crossed her mind.

Resolved to the need coursing
through her and desperation to let herself go, she dropped her hands to her
side. She grasped the zipper of her skirt, pulled it down, shoved her thumbs
into the waistband and pushed the skirt down over her hips.

It pooled at her feet and she
stepped out of it. She lifted her left leg to take off her high heels when
Nolan commanded, “Leave them on.”

She did his bidding, and
crossed her arms over her waist, lifted the camisole up and over her head. Her
gaze locked on his when she stood before him in a matching purple bra and
thong.

She’d always had a fetish for
Victoria’s Secret lingerie and had drawers full of it. This was the first time
she’d worn any of it in months. She gave her head a small shake and took a deep
breath. There was no time for any thoughts of the past.

Nolan stepped toward her, ran
his fingers over her shoulders. The flogger ends trailed against her skin, made
it tingle. Her eyes closed and her head fell back.

Embers of heat ignited along
her body as his hands swept over her. Her nipples tightened, her hips shifted.
She wanted nothing more than to straddle him, let him fill her.

Drawing in a calming breath,
she lifted her eyes. Nolan smiled, his fingers slid over her bra and nipples.
They beaded.
Ached.

Andy shuddered. Her fingers
wiggled at her sides, desperate to touch herself to ease their throbbing. But she
wanted Nolan’s hands on her instead.

“You love to be touched.
And so sensitive.
I like that,” Nolan remarked and raised
the flogger. He feathered it along her arms, over her shoulders and down her
chest. The light touch made her fists clench. She understood a D/s relationship
enough to know not to move unless directed.

It was not a role she was
used to.

No,
stay in the moment. Do not think about the past.

“What will your safe word
be?” Nolan asked.

“Charity,” she said without
hesitation.

She moaned as he ran the
flogger down her torso, and over the front of her thong. Her pussy tightened
and her clit swelled. She needed to feel his fingers between her legs, rubbing
her clit. She shivered, aching to have them deep inside her.

A mind-blowing release was
all she could think about.

She gasped. Nolan pulled the
flogger back and struck her firmly. Her clit pulsed and her knees shook.
“Nolan,” she growled.

“I did not give you
permission to speak,” he commanded.

Her gaze locked on his,
desire mirrored in his eyes that she knew was in hers.

Over and over, he slapped her
with the flogger—against her center, each nipple and along the shoulders. Her
body shook with the need to be fucked.

It had been too long. She was
desperate. Her mind clicked with images, as if watching a movie, from scene to
scene. She imagined Nolan on top of her, behind her, spanking her, filling her
with any of the toys that were in the other room.

To feel a man’s cock inside
her, pounding, relentlessly pushing her against a table, chair, wall…wherever
he wanted, as long as it was soon.

“Keep your hands at your
side,” Nolan directed as he walked around her. The flogger glided over her ass
cheek, and her breath caught. Her legs barely kept her upright. She wouldn’t be
able to hold on much longer. She’d love to find a seat on top of Nolan’s cock.

Her gaze landed on Paige in
the chair. The other woman’s feet were planted on the seat of her chair, knees
laid back against the arms, fingers over her own clit and slowly moving in
circles. She looked to have no cares in the world and was leisurely waiting for
her husband to come out of a grocery store. Her slow movements held Andy’s gaze
and her own clit pulsed in response.

She could almost feel Paige’s
fingers circling her own nub, driving her higher and higher into blissfulness.
Paige’s red, swollen bud stood out against her pale skin. Andy had never
thought about being with a woman before, and while she was ready for just about
anything tonight, down deep, she wasn’t ready for that. But she did enjoy
watching Paige pleasure herself while her husband played with her.

A shout erupted from Andy’s
mouth as the flogger slapped her on the ass. Her gaze locked with Paige’s—shock
and uncertainty filled her. She’d never been spanked before.

As the sting subsided, she
smiled. It heightened her senses to what her clit and body were feeling
directly.

Paige returned the smile and looked
at her husband. “She loved that, baby.”

“Yes, I think she did. I can
see her juices running down her thigh, babe.” Nolan replied, pleasure in his
tone.

Indeed, her pussy couldn’t
contain her juices. She was slick and ready to be fucked. But she found the
wait made it all more intoxicating. She needed more.

She opened her mouth to
speak, but remembered the setting and closed it again.

“You may speak,” Nolan
stated.

Andy closed her eyes, and
said, “Yes, I loved it. More please.”

“Bend over, spread your legs
wider and grab your ankles,” he ordered.

She did as he asked, ass in
the air.

Nolan ran his hands over her
cheeks, fingers clenching and tight
She
moaned as he
squeezed hard and ran his palms over the globes as if to soothe. His fingers
worked their way into the string of her thong and tugged.

She rocked on her heels,
gasping when the string broke and the garment dropped to the floor. The cool
air on her pussy was exhilarating and her juices flowed. At this rate, there’d
be a pool beneath her and she hadn’t even been fucked yet.

Andy relished in the feeling
of being naked, save for her bra, and a man’s hands gliding over her skin.

The flogger came down on her
ass again, hard and swift. She clenched her ankles tight in her grasp and
absorbed every sting.

“Let me hear her, baby,”
Paige requested from the corner.

Nolan chuckled. “Naughty
wench,” he directed at his wife. “You may speak, woman. Let my wife hear you.”

Andy’s body shook as the
flogger slapped against her ass over and over. It wasn’t enough.

“More.
Harder.
I need it hard, please,” she begged. She heard the desperation in her voice.
She only hoped he could give her everything she needed tonight.

She swung her long, brown
hair over to the side and looked to her left. Nolan raised his arm and brought
the flogger down again. “Yes! God, yes,” she breathed and lifted her ass
higher.
“More,
dammit
, more.
Please, sir.”

Her pleas rang out in the
room and her nipples beaded. If she didn’t have to hold on to her ankles to
stay in position, she would rip the offending bra away and let the air wash
over the beaded tips.

But she couldn’t move if her
life depended on it. Their heavy breathing and loud slaps filled the room. Her
juices flowed and her hips moved in time with Nolan’s ministrations.

“You love my husband’s
pleasure, don’t you?” Paige’s question caught Andy off-guard.

Her gaze locked on the other
woman’s fingers working faster against her clit. Andy licked her parched lips.
“Yes, I love it. I need more.”

Paige lifted her fingers, put
them in her mouth,
then
lowered them to her pussy
again. Gazes locked, Paige pushed two fingers inside
herself
and slowly moved them in and out. “Give her more, baby. She wants it hard and
fast, I think.”

Nolan said nothing, only
brought the flogger down harder and more rapid against Andy’s ass. She closed
her eyes as her hips jerked and lifted higher every time he lowered the small
whip.

“God, yes.
Mmm
, feels so good,” Andy groaned, moving closer and closer
to the edge of ecstasy.

“Fuck her, Nolan,” Paige
demanded.

Andy’s eyes opened,
surprised. She’d thought Nolan was the Dominant. But since joining them, she
realized it might just depend on the situation. Nolan whipped her ass a couple
more times,
then
threw the flogger over his shoulder.

He clasped Andy’s waist to
help her stand. He undid the hook of her bra and let it fall away. His arms
came around her and palmed her breasts. Andy moaned as he pinched and rolled
her nipples. Her left hand covered his as he pulled. The other cupped the back
of his neck as her head turned and lips met his.

Their tongues dueled and
plundered. Andy heard Paige moan and one of
her own
erupted. Nolan’s right hand slid down over Andy’s stomach and over her folds.
His fingers easily found her clit. He relentlessly circled the bud. She widened
her stance as her teeth nipped his bottom lip.

Andy pulled back and laid her
head against his shoulder while his fingers worked over her. He pinched her
nipple with one hand while the other rubbed her clit. She was awash in glorious
lust and desire.
 
She shut her mind off
to everything but the groans and gasps filling the room.

Closer and closer, Nolan’s
fingers worked her toward the edge of release. She wanted a cock inside her,
but wasn’t sure she should voice it. She didn’t know what the boundaries were for
this couple. She should have asked before now. She could have brought a dildo
in the room with her.

A guttural moan rushed out of
her and she cried out, “Fuck!”

“Oh, Nolan.
She needs to be fucked. I want to watch you fuck her.”

Andy nearly wept hearing Paige
give her husband permission to give her what she needed.

Nolan groaned and his hands
left her. Andy sighed, comforted by the fact that his chest still aligned her
back to keep her upright. She heard the rustle of plastic. She hadn’t even
thought of protection.

The club had a golden and
unrelenting rule about condoms. Everyone needed to wear one when they with
someone other than their own spouse. Bowls of condoms were all over the club.
Even on the bar. She was thankful Nolan had the foresight to see to it.

“I’m going to fuck you so
good,” Nolan stated.

Andy looked at him over her
shoulder. “I hope so.” She licked her lips and shifted to the end of the bed.
It was the perfect position for Paige to see her husband slide in and out of
her, and allowed Andy the opportunity to watch the other woman play with
herself.

She slid her palms over the
blue satin sheets and bent over until her hips met the mattress edge. Holding
herself up by her arms, she waited for Nolan to finish rolling on the condom.

She smiled, not waiting long
as he grasped her hips and rubbed his cock against her clit.

Her smile faded as her arms
gave out and she bent even farther against the bed, forearms resting flat on
the bed. Her pussy clenched in anticipation—eager and needy.

“Look how wet her pussy is,
baby. Hmm, I can see her juices from here,” Paige said, lust in her tone.

“The juices are thick and
warm against my cock. Christ, baby, fucking her is going to be so good.”

“Hurry, I want to watch. I
need to come, baby. Fuck,” Paige groaned low.

Andy looked to her right.
Paige pumped her fingers in and out of her wet center. Her own pussy clenched
in eagerness for the same thing.

Nolan continued to rub his
cock against Andy’s pussy. She lowered her right hand to her clit, widened her
stance, and circled the swollen nub. Her hips jerked and lifted.
 

Desire coursed through her.
Her nipples tightened.
 
“Rub your clit
harder, Paige,” Andy ordered, surprised by the demand falling from her lips.

She desperately needed
relief, but she couldn’t be so greedy as to not give Paige some of the same
treatment. Paige allowed her husband to fuck a woman they’d never really met
before, after all.