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  She didn’t feel awkward for long when the man reached out his hand. She hesitated just a few seconds, then laid hers in his and climbed the few steps into the room.

  “I’m Nolan,” he smiled and brushed his thumb over the back of her hand.

  Sparks exploded along her arm and she clenched her thighs together as she came to a standstill.

  He was a fine-looking man and his presence so close sent shivers down her spine. His hazel eyes swam with desire and kindness. She hadn’t been this close to a man in so long. She swallowed, nipples beading beneath her bra. Her hand tightened in his and she smiled back.

  “This is my wife, Paige.”

  “I’m Andy. Sorry to interrupt.” She paused. What did she say? That she wanted to fuck him while his wife watched? “Um.”

  “Don’t be shy, Andy, we’ve been members here a long time. We know the routine.”

  She looked at Paige, saw the understanding and acceptance in her blue eyes. Andy suddenly realized she’d seen Paige in the club before but had never exchanged words with her. If she wasn’t mistaken, Paige had also been at her house when Patrick had…

  She couldn’t think about that now. That this woman knew about her recent tragedies was too much. The need to leave made her turn her back. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have interrupted you. Please, let’s just forget about it.” She headed back down the steps, desperate to get away.

  “Wait, Andy. Please.” Paige’s soft voice compelled her to turn around. Andy stopped on the bottom step and looked up at the other woman.

  Paige looked at her husband. “Honey, I’m feeling really tired right now. Are you okay if I just sit and watch you and Andy?”

  Her gaze dropped to Andy again, her eyes conveying the approval to take the offer. How anyone who barely knew her could be so generous and understanding confused her.

  She didn’t deserve anyone’s kindness. Not after what she’d done.

  “Please, I’m going to leave and let you both enjoy the rest of your evening. Thank you for the offer.”

  “Andy, you don’t have to go,” Paige commented. “Come back up and let Nolan take your worries away. Trust me. He’s exceptional at making me forget any kind of trouble.”

  Andy saw the love, respect and devotion in the couple’s eyes as they shared gazed at one another.

  She missed seeing a look like that staring back at her every day.

  Chapter Two

  Nolan reached his hand out to her again. “You’re a very beautiful woman, Andy. It would be my pleasure to take your cares away for the evening.”

  Paige moved to the red cushioned chair in the corner and crossed her legs. Andy had to admire her confidence to sit naked like that.

  She smiled at Nolan and gave him a small nod.

  Andy put her hand in his once more and allowed him to help her up the steps. He pulled her into his arms as she cleared the top. She was caught off-guard when his head swooped low and his mouth claimed hers. She jerked back with a gasp.

  Looking up at him, her hands clenching his biceps and her pulse raced.

  Could she do this? Have sex with a man who wasn’t Patrick?

  No, she had to stop thinking about him.

  Anxious to feel anything other than guilt and anguish, Andy lifted her arms and circled Nolan’s shoulders. She lifted her face and their mouths met.

  His lips were gentle and patient as he allowed her to take the lead. Her tongue caressed the brim of his mouth until it opened. His tongue swirled against hers while his hands travelled down her back.

  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 plante
d 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.

  “That’s it, honey. Yes, rub that pussy,” Nolan
ordered Paige. He stroked his cock up and down Andy’s slit.

  Andy’s fingers moved in tandem with Paige as she fondled her own clit. It had never been so swollen or ached in so long. She had left her own needs too long. The need for a hard and fast release fueled her. She could think of little else.

  “Fuck, I have to get inside you. Now,” Nolan roared as he entered her.

  Andy screamed and both hands clenched the bed sheets as he pushed inside her. He settled deep and paused. “You okay?” he questioned.

  “Yes, yes, just fuck me, please,” Andy growled.

  He pulled back, then pushed roughly inside her again. She was tight probably. Her muscles compressed around his cock as they tried to relax enough to let him move in and out. The months with no sex had made her snug.

  She widened her stance again and relaxed her hips. Nolan’s cock moved in and out of her, the walls of her pussy thrummed and pulsed with each stroke. As he pumped in easier, she closed her eyes and drowned in the sensations.

  “Fuck, you look good moving in and out of her, babe,” Paige whispered, desire clear in her voice.

  Andy couldn’t agree more. Though she was unable to see him, it felt like heaven.

  She shook herself from her thoughts and pushed some of the amazing pleasure aside. She knew what she needed. What she deserved.

  “Harder. Sir, make it hurt,” she ordered.

  Nolan’s hips pumped faster. She moaned deep, still wanting more. He smacked her ass. Her pussy clamped down and pulled his cock in deeper.

  He moaned, “Fuck, yes. Christ that’s amazing.”

  Andy looked at him over her shoulder. “More, deeper. Spank me harder. Give me pain.”

  “Andy,” Paige began, hesitation in her voice.

  “No. Do it, sir, please,” Andy begged.

  Months of guilt and agony had overwhelmed her. It was nothing that she didn’t deserve, but she needed to feel some of the hurt she’d brought into others' lives. She shouldn’t be free of the anguish that she’d caused. And this was the only way she knew how to be punished.

  Nolan’s hips pistoned against her ass. He pounded her pussy, slapping her cheek as he went deep.