Page 9 of Secret Submission

“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.

The hand on his chest moved away, to his regret, but she was still slowly stroking his cock, so it wasn’t like he could complain.

On the stage, Patrick had covered Lexie with little red marks from the end of the crop that stood out starkly against her pale skin. They’d been centered on her breasts, her ass, her thighs. She was panting, mouth hanging open, and he spun her in place to turn her so he could step between her thighs and place his mouth on her pussy.

Connor groaned, licking his lips as he was reminded of how good Mistress Julie’s pussy had tasted.

Her fingers caught his hair, this time at the back of his neck, tugging his head back as he groaned. Hot breath wafted over the sensitive shell of his ear, her fingers tightening almost painfully around his cock.

“Did you like being on your knees for me, Connor?” she whispered in his ear. Her tongue flicked against his earlobe.

If he’d been standing, he would have ended up on his knees again. He could feel them buckle even though he was sitting down.

“Yes.” He could barely say the word through his groan as her teeth dragged across his earlobe, right after her tongue. The slight sting and pull went straight to his cock, which she was stroking harder and faster as the music swelled. Lexie’s cries on the stage were becoming louder.

“You did because you’re a good boy, aren’t you?”

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