The Darker Side of Pleasure (10 page)

“No, I don’t think so. I mean, maybe. But maybe it’s all on the surface.”

“Let me ask you something. You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable, okay?”

Jillian nodded for Briana to continue.

“When you two are having sex, do you ever have one of those moments when you look into his eyes and feel totally and utterly connected?”

“Yes. It’s been happening a lot lately.”

“Well, I don’t think you can fake that. I don’t mean fake as in pretending. But that just does not happen unless it’s real.”

“I know you’re right. I think I know it. Maybe I just worry too much. And this last week has been out of control with Alvina always on my back. Maybe after tonight I’ll feel better.”

“I know I will. Lord, that woman is a nightmare!”

“She is.” Jillian had to smile. It was always so much better to suffer with a friend, and poor Briana had been putting up with “La Kramer’s” crap as much as she had.

Briana grinned and grabbed the clipboard out of Jillian’s hand. “Okay, chicks, let’s get this party started. You brought that hot little red dress with you, didn’t you?”

The lighting was flawless. The crowd was beautiful. The music was muted, filtering over the hushed conversation as people walked around looking at the enormous bronze sculptures set throughout the gallery.

“La Kramer” was dressed in a flowing golden robe, like ancient royalty, her long flaming red curls a sharp contrast against her pale and overly made-up face. She held court in one corner, alternately laughing and glowering at the crowd of admirers surrounding her.

It seemed to be going well. Only an hour into the show and the small red “Sold” stickers were already posted on almost half of the pieces. The artist would be pleased.

By the time Cam arrived she was able to relax a little, knowing the show was a success. He stood just inside the doors of the gallery, looking around. For her, probably. God, he looked good, she thought as she made her way across the crowded room toward him. In his black pants, black shirt, and black leather jacket, he was all dark, mysterious male beauty. Always a little bit of the bad boy about him, which she loved. Finally he spotted her, and his killer smile made her go warm all over.

She swung into his arms and kissed him. His lips were cool from being outside in the chilly evening air.

“Hi.”

“Hi, baby.”

She leaned in and whispered into his ear, “I’m sorry if I’ve been a little tense lately with this show coming up.”

“That’s okay. I’ll make you pay for it later.”

When she pulled her head back he had a perfectly wicked smile on his face, and she had no doubt he meant it. A small thrill went through her.

“Come on. Let’s get you a glass of champagne and come say hi to Briana.”

For the next couple of hours Jillian was kept busy playing hostess, flitting from group to group, occasionally checking on her artist. The evening was a huge success and even “La Kramer” couldn’t find anything to complain about.

Finally Gianni, one of her assistants, sidled up next to Jillian and whispered, “The last piece just sold. It’s all socializing for the rest of the night.”

“Thanks, Gianni. That’s wonderful.”

Jillian grabbed her first glass of champagne from a passing waiter. She could relax now. Her staff was good; they’d make sure everyone was kept happy and had whatever they needed.

She looked around the room for Cam. Now that her duties were over, she could spend some time with her husband. She spotted him at one end of the room, talking to a group of people. As though he felt her stare, he looked up, caught her eye. She motioned with her head and smiled, and he left his group and came to her.

“How’s it going, honey? Good turnout, it looks like.”

“A great turnout. We sold everything.”

“Ah, hence the celebratory glass in your hand.”

Jillian smiled and took a sip. “Yes. Plus, it’s the only thing that’ll kill the pain of these shoes. I’ve been in heels all night and my feet are killing me.”

Cam moved closer and brushed his fingertips over her cheek. “Poor baby. I have just the cure for that.”

“A good foot rub?”

“Hmmm, maybe,” he growled in her ear. “But I had something else in mind.”

“Since we’re standing in the middle of the gallery in a large group of people, I think your cure is going to have to wait.”

He moved his hand over her back. The plunging lines of her dark red cocktail dress left her back bare all the way down to the base of her spine. His hand was warm as it slid over her skin, leaving a trail of sensual tingling in its wake.

His head moved back to her ear again, and she could feel the warmth of his breath there. “Come up to your office with me.”

“I can’t.” But something about the way he was touching her, his breath in her ear, was making her hot all over.

“Come on, honey. They don’t need you here anymore. And I do need you.”

“Cam—”

“I’ve never fucked you on your desk before, have I? I’d really like to bend you over and spank you as I fuck you from behind.”

A warm shiver started deep inside her. Her legs went a little weak. She couldn’t speak.

“Don’t think about it. Just do it. Follow me.”

Cam took her by the arm, and she kept a small smile plastered on her face as she let him lead her through the room and up the stairs. She couldn’t get the image he’d created out of her mind. Bent over her desk, just as he’d said. Her dress hiked up around her waist. Cam behind her with his big cock ready to thrust into her.

Yes.

In her office Cam turned one small lamp on and locked the door. He held her arm and guided her to the front of her wide glass desk.

“Bend over it, Jillian. Do it.”

God, she loved that commanding tone. She bent over, settling her elbows on the desk, knowing her short, red dress would pull taut over her ass, and her high heels made her legs look great.

Cam came up behind her and hitched her dress up around her waist, just as she’d imagined he would. She felt the cool air hit her bare thighs and buttocks. She was wearing a G-string, which didn’t cover much.

“Beautiful, baby,” Cam crooned, sliding his hands over her ass.

She was excited even before the first small slap landed. But at that first stinging contact her sex convulsed and she was instantly soaking wet.

Cam smacked her again, harder this time, and she absorbed the sharp thrum of it. She wanted him to do it harder.

He began a series of slaps, playing them over first one cheek, and then the other. The blood rushed to the surface of her skin, which grew hot and tingling. He sped up his rhythm, spanking harder, and she squirmed her hips as pleasure poured through her. She pressed her breasts into the cool glass surface of her desk, needing to rub her full, aching nipples against something. And still, Cam’s blows landed on her smarting ass, one after another.

When she thought she couldn’t stand not to be touched anymore, he pulled the small scrap of her G-string aside and pushed a few fingers into her. God, it felt good! She moved back against him, trying to take more inside.

And still he kept working on her ass and down the back of her thighs, the slaps coming harder and harder, his fingers thrusting inside her. And then he stopped.

“Cam,” she breathed.

“Wait,” he commanded.

She spent one long, panting moment while she heard him unzip his pants. Then the head of his engorged cock was rubbing up against her swollen lips.

“Spread your legs apart for me.”

She did as he asked. And then his cock slipped inside, and with one hard thrust, he shoved it all the way to the hilt.

She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. He was so damn big and it hurt. But it also felt so damn good. She moved against him, wanting more, no matter how hard it was to take.

Cam moved inside her, sliding in and out. The walls of her sex clenched around the heavy length of him. She could feel every ridge of his shaft, every delicious detail of him. And each thrust brought an exquisite pang of painful pleasure.

Cam threaded a hand in her hair and gripped hard, kept on spanking her with the other. She loved the feel of his hand in her hair. Loved the way he held her head so tightly, so possessively. And all the while his enormous cock filling her to the brim, pushing and pulling at her insides. At this angle, the head of his cock had full access to her g-spot, rubbing right against it. That and his hard, fast slaps were creating an incredible combination of sensations. Her ass burned, her sex burned. The two sensations joined together, fused, set her body on fire.

The first tremors of orgasm shook her system. And when Cam started plunging into her wildly, then sunk his teeth into the back of her neck, it sent her right over the edge. Her sex exploded with searing heat, the shockwaves roaring through her body. She cried out. Cam growled in her ear, and she felt the hot spurt of his come inside her.

His big body collapsed on top of her, and only the desk supported her quaking legs.

“God, that was fucking fantastic, baby.” Cam’s breath was coming in short pants.

“Mmm.” Her mind was still numb and her body hummed with the aftermath of pleasure.

Cam levered himself off her, helped her over to the sofa. They lounged there, with her draped across his lap, catching their breath.

“So, honey,” Cam said after several minutes.

“Hmmm, what?”

“I had a thought.”

“About what?”

“I found this place on the Internet. It’s a place where people go to play. A dungeon.”

Jillian laughed. “A dungeon? They really call it that?”

“Yeah.”

“So they have rooms with what…racks and chains and stuff?”

“Yeah, sort of. From what I could see, it’s just one big room.”

“You mean there’s no privacy?” Jillian didn’t think she liked the sound of this.

“There are different areas where people play. And other people watch. I’d really like to go. For us both to go.”

“I don’t know, Cam. It all sounds pretty serious to me.”

“It might be interesting. To watch what other people do, you know?”

“I don’t need to see other people having sex.” She wasn’t liking this at all.

“It’s not sex. They don’t do that there. It’s just bondage, BDSM play.”

Well, that was a little better. Maybe. But she still didn’t like the idea of taking it that far. BDSM was just something they were playing around with, wasn’t it?

“I still don’t know, Cam.”

“Just think about it, okay? For me?”

She sighed. “I’ll think about it.”

“Good girl.”

For once, those words did nothing to warm her.

A busy week passed quickly, but when Friday night came, Cam brought up the dungeon again while they were finishing a late dinner at the small table in the kitchen.

“There’s a discussion group tomorrow night I’d like to go to,” he said nonchalantly, draining his wineglass.

“What kind of discussion group?”

“It’s at that dungeon I told you about.”