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  “I wonder if there are men in those other buildings watching you right now.” There were other high-rise apartments around the building. “Think they’re watching you? Wanting to fuck you as much as I do?”

  “Oh God,” she moaned, her palms flat against the glass. “Yes,” she murmured.

  “You like that, don’t you? Like the thought of men watching you. Wanting you.”

  She took in a shuddering breath. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Let’s take a look.” He pushed up against her, trapping her fully, letting her feel his cock, rough and ready for her. He rubbed it against her ass, making sure she understood the thickness of his cock, even if it was still trapped beneath the restrictive fabric.

  He placed his stubbled jaw against her cheek as they scanned the apartments. Flickering lights from a movie in one unit. Another had an old couple dozily watching the evening news. And in one apartment, a young man watched from the window. He looked as if he were in his early twenties. The voyeur had pulled up a chair to the window, unabashedly eying Maggie. “See there, that man wants you,” he said softly.

  Maggie gasped and was about to pull away but he held her fast. “Let’s give him a show.”

  “I don’t know,” she hesitated, trying to step back, maybe cover herself. But he knew Maggie all too well. Her nipples were pebbled, her pussy was juicy wet, he could feel heat radiating from her thighs. She wanted this, but didn’t want to admit it.

  “If you really want to stop, just say your safe word and we will.”

  Maggie groaned as the man rubbed at his crotch through his jeans, clearly aroused by the little he had seen and she barely whispered, “Let’s continue.”

  “Good girl.” Who knew his innocent little wife had such a wicked side? He loved it.

  He rolled her panties down her thighs slowly and then gave her bared bottom a swat. “Mmm, he’s watching every move. Hungering for you.” He probed between her thighs from behind. Her little cunt was hot and wet, the pink lips puffed out and growing more engorged by the minute. Wetter than he could ever remember, making his fingertips sticky with the honeyed mess that flowed from her. He pinched her cunt lips, pinched them hard. And when she didn’t gasp, he pinched them until she did. A sweet sigh escaped her as he watched her swollen, pink lips cling to one another. Looked so damn welcoming. “He wants to fuck you, doesn’t he?”

  “Yes!” She bucked against the fingers he slid inside her. The moisture dripped from his digits as he sawed them in and out. Maggie had always gotten very wet. He had the urge to drag her to the couch and eat her out. He craved the taste of her sweet cunt juices in his mouth, down his throat.

  But that wouldn’t expose her to the man across the street.

  Instead he tugged the sofa up against the edge of the glass and splayed Maggie on top of the arm, her legs far apart.

  Meanwhile, the voyeur had grabbed a pair of binoculars and was no doubt getting an eyeful of his wife’s delicious pussy. Something about seeing another man want her made him wild. Especially knowing that his would be the only cock that would satisfy his wife tonight.

  Maggie moaned low in her throat and he could feel his dick kick in his pants in response. “God, I want you to fuck me. I need it.”

  The earthy things she said. The way she yielded to him. Fuck. He felt as if he could come right then and there. But not yet. He wanted to make her delirious with pleasure. “Not yet, minx. I’m not done playing with you.” He took her hand and placed it on her dripping pussy. “Rub yourself. I need to get us a couple of toys to play with.”

  She moaned as she rubbed furiously at her little clit. He could see her thighs shaking as she stroked, writhing on the plush sofa arm.

  “Don’t come yet. You don’t have permission.”

  She groaned but slowed her pace.

  Sax came back from the bedroom with a small black butt plug, a riding crop and a pair of nipple clamps.

  She stopped playing with her pussy and looked at him, open-mouthed.

  “Remember your safety word?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl. If you don’t like what I do, just say it and we’ll fuck the regular way.” Please, don’t let her give up the game yet. “Okay?”

  She nodded, but with no hint of concern or worry. She closed her eyes and returned her fingers to her clit. The pinkish peaks of her nipples were standing at full attention. He got on the couch behind her and brought the clamps up and around her. They were cunning little “C” clamps with a silver chain running between them. Just a little pain to make the pleasure more exquisite.

  He pinched her right nipple and then the left with the clamps before walking around to admire his handiwork. She looked luscious. Full, rounded breasts looked even more delectable with that silver chain between them. The nipples were hard, clamped tight.

  “How do they feel?”

  She grimaced a little and Sax reached for the chain, pulled it just a bit and her hips bucked involuntarily. He sank a finger into her cunt, delighting in the soft sucking sound it made.

  “Oh, I think you like it.” He brought the soaked finger to his mouth and cleaned it, savoring the taste of her. Salty and sweet. He had half a mind to get on his knees and make her buck against his face. But he intended to ease her into submission, tease her with the decadent toys he’d mastered over the years. He turned his attention to the butt plug. “Do you remember how it felt when I spanked you and fucked you?”

  She blushed harder, it traveled down over her chest. “Yes.”

  “Well, just you wait until I put this butt plug in.” He lubed it, watching her face as he did. She gasped a breath. He’d never had her ass, never went there with her and it was about fucking time he claimed her there.

  He put some lube on his finger and spread her legs wider. Her pussy was leaking fluid, her thighs were wet, the puffed folds of her sex swollen in welcome and he spared them a stroke before turning his attention to her asshole. The skin was tight and puckered and resistant to his finger. He patiently rubbed, getting her used to the idea. She squirmed as he put the tip of one finger in, pushed it past the tight ring of muscles. She gasped.

  “So fucking tight,” he crooned. God, he wanted to shove his dick into all that hot, smooth skin. Take her tight little ass, but settled for his finger. For now. In and out. He moved the first finger and then two. Moving in and out. He plunged them in slowly, getting her used to the rhythm he set, and then eased out. Until she relaxed, stopped squeezing his fingers so hard. Then he began to pump her hard. Setting a relentless rhythm.

  Sax forgot all about the other man watching, Maggie filled his world.

  “Reach between your legs,” he ordered. “Rub yourself.”

  She did, playing with her clit as he continued to finger-fuck her tight little hole. She felt amazing. She looked like one of his masturbatory fantasies come to life. Nipples clamped, spread open for the taking, giving in to lust and begging him for more. He removed his fingers and put the lubed plug against her, it pushed in her hole sleekly, as though it had found a new home.

  “Sax! Sax!” she cried.

  He leaned over her, enjoying the flush spread over her body, the way her eyes closed. He knocked her hand away from her sex and spread open the delicate folds with his fingertips. She was soaked, on the edge and ready to orgasm for him. He grabbed the flogger and delicately brought it down on her clit with precision, playing with the delicious contrast between pleasure and pain. When he stroked her once more he could feel her, fluttering, just about ready to gain her release. He tossed the bit of leather aside, undid his pants.

  And sank his cock into her, balls-deep.

  Perfect angle. Bloody fucking hell.

  He ground inside her again and again, using his arms as leverage on the back of the couch. He loved the position. He was in complete control of her body and the penetration was so fucking deep he thought he’d lose himself inside her.

  He looked her in the eye and she was dreamy, completely at his c
ommand, lost in her submission to him. She closed her eyes and arched her back and he could feel her ripple around him. The orgasm spread through her, making her cry out so loud he thought the neighbors might hear. Not that he fucking cared.

  He sank into her again and came hard, spilling into her.

  * * * * *

  “Penny for your thoughts, love,” Sax crooned as he stroked her hair. He seemed to be happy. They were both swaddled in the covers of his bed, where he’d relocated them after they’d recovered enough to move.

  Maggie’s head swirled, trying to make sense of what they’d just done.

  She felt nearly boneless from her orgasm, but what the hell had happened to her? Sax had flung open some dark and dangerous sexual door into her psyche. And she’d loved every single second of it. Only now, that her hormones were in check, did she think to question it. Had she actually let him screw her in full view of another man? No, not let. Let meant she had passively gone along with it. What a cop-out. Oh no, she had been an enthusiastic participant. She’d wanted it. Loved it, even. Just like she’d wanted those wicked nipple clamps on her breasts. Even now her nipples were deliciously sore, still a bit red and puffed out. She’d wanted him to be rough with her, to take her, to fuck her.

  She turned to Sax, frowning. “That was…well, I don’t even have words.” To say that she was mixed up by her newfound desires was an understatement. She really didn’t know what the hell to think.

  He tipped her chin up so that she looked him in the eye. “Out with it, love. I can practically hear the gears grinding in your head.”

  She hesitated for a moment, about to speak and then stopped.

  He moved onto his side and she faced him, lying flush against his body. “Go on. Say what you were going to say.”

  She traced circles on his chest, a little half smile on her lips. “I didn’t know that could turn me on.”

  “But it did.”

  Oh God yes. She nodded.

  He smiled knowingly. Clearly he sensed her surrender to all of this. “Then don’t overanalyze it. Enjoy it.”

  She could feel butterflies in her stomach. She loved the things he did to her body. And her mind. She felt closer to him than ever before. That icy estrangement from him had waned. She had all of his puzzle pieces and felt closer to him than ever before.

  Maggie bit her lower lip, trying to not hold on to the sexual hang-ups. Trying not to judge herself for enjoying another man’s eyes on her as Sax pleasured her. She had discovered something new about herself and she couldn’t remember ever experiencing an orgasm that intense. Why not go with it? See where it led?

  “You know, you seemed to get hot when I talked about other men watching you earlier tonight.”

  She nodded. “I did.”

  Sax had an almost unholy glint in his eye.

  And she started to get wet again.

  “I have an idea. Something that would expand your horizons. How do you feel about going to a fetish club? There is one in downtown DC. You’re free to play or to watch.”

  Whoa. She shook her head. “Oh, I don’t think so. I’m really not into sharing.” If he thought she had signed on to threesomes, he had another think coming.

  He shook his head. “I don’t want anyone else but you, but what about another man?”

  She sucked in a breath. “What?”

  “Another man.” His hand drifted downward, cupped her sex in his big palm. He stroked the lips, tracing them. “I don’t want anyone else’s cock in this tight little pussy but mine, but how would you feel about another man licking you?”

  Maggie groaned low in her throat. Her pussy had gotten drenched at just the thought. Just. The. Thought.

  Sax rubbed her, playing with the pink folds. His thumb circled lazily on her clit. Round and round in a persistent circle that made her hips buck. “Naughty girl. I know it excites you. I would love to see another man pleasure you.” He winked at her. “What do you think?”

  The thrill of the forbidden was very enticing, especially with someone who knew her so well and could discern hidden sexual triggers. “I don’t know.” She was curious and Sax knew it. Like the lawyer he was, he pounced on it.

  “Tell you what. Why don’t we go to the club and look around? I know you want to see it.” He teased her, stroking the lips, making her legs fall open, making her hips bounce in time with his movements. He thrust two fingers inside her and she flung her head back. In and out he pushed his big fingers. “You aren’t obligated to anything. Say ‘coffee’ and we’ll leave. No questions asked.” With his other hand, he slyly worked her clit, rubbing insistently. She began to buck in time with his manipulations. Eyes closed, her world narrowed to his voice. His fingers inside her.

  She couldn’t help it, but the fantasy of another man licking her pussy played in her mind. Sax would be holding her down, opening her legs wide. He plunged another finger in, pinching her clit just slightly and she howled, orgasming against his hand.

  When she’d finished, Sax slowly and deliberately licked her slickness from his hand.

  She shuddered, feeling so decadent. So wanton. So very good.

  “Well?”

  When she came back to herself, she murmured, “Okay, I’ll go to the club.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that, because I bought you something special.” He went to the closet and pulled out a black gift bag with pink tissue. She recognized the store. Scorching, a plus-size lingerie boutique in town.

  He plopped it beside her on the bed and she delved inside and found a modified black leather corset. Her waist and chest would be held in, but her breasts would be left bare, poking through two silver-studded openings, and a “spanking skirt”, according to the tag, which would evidently fit closely around her hips, coming just above the knee. In the rear, her ass would be left exposed. Very sexy. Just imagining wearing these where others could see made her blush.

  He also pulled out a pair of black leather pants on a hanger. “I have an outfit too.” Far cry from his Brooks Brothers suits and ties. She couldn’t help but think how animal and male he would look in those. Prowling around the sex club like a caged beast.

  He curled her in against his body, his erection poking between her ample ass cheeks. He was hard, toying with her, but she could tell something else was on his mind.

  “Maggie, I would like it very much if you would move back in with me.”

  Oh hell.

  She’d been thinking about Sax and her relationship with him a lot since she’d left his apartment. She’d been relieved there wasn’t another woman, pleased he had finally told her about his sexual fetish, but she still wanted some things to change. She wanted him to be more open. She also wanted them to find an apartment together. He shouldn’t fit her into his life, he should work with her to build a life.

  “Um, I don’t know about that,” she hedged. “What do you think about us doing some apartment hunting? Finding a place together?”

  He tilted her head to the side so he could see her face. “If you don’t want to move in straight away, that’s okay. We can play this by ear, love.” But he looked hurt. He kissed her mouth and she turned away again.

  “No, it isn’t that. I thought it might be nice to have a place of our own.” She rolled in his arms to face him.

  “We do have a place.” He waved his hand at the room. “This is our place. The entire apartment. What’s mine is yours.”

  Yeah, but it didn’t feel that way to her. And he didn’t even seem willing to entertain the notion of shopping around for another place. Fearing she’d put distance between them, she pressed her mouth to his, kissing him wildly.

  And effectively ended the conversation.

  Chapter Four

  “Are you okay?” Sax asked as he squeezed her hand.

  She nodded. They’d taken the train through DC and walked a block to the club. It was a cool spring night and she wished she’d worn an extra layer of clothes. Both of them wore long trench coats to disguise their less-
than-reputable fetish clothing beneath. Not that there was much beneath her coat to disguise.

  Maggie was anxious. Edgy.

  As if sensing her apprehension, he stopped walking and enfolded her into his arms. “Are you sure about this, Mags?”

  She had two instincts. The first urged her to go running back to the train. The second wanted to take his hand and run to the club. Her curiosity pushed her onward. She had to see the club. At least that. She nodded. “I’m okay, just a bit nervous.”

  He kissed her forehead. “Nervous is normal. Remember, if you feel uncomfortable, use your safety word and we’ll leave. No questions asked.”

  Her heart slowed down a bit. She was in control of this situation. She could go at any time. She flashed him a smile. “Let’s go inside, I’m freezing.”

  With a grin, he took her hand and they hurried down the block.

  The Black Circus Club was in a nondescript brick building with a sign that read K & B Landscaping. She bet many pedestrians walked past the club and never gave it a second look. Never had any idea that hedonists played inside. That was part of the appeal, the secretive nature of the whole thing. An underground sexual scene unnoticed by the workaday vanilla people around them.

  At the door, he stopped her and withdrew two black velvet masks. “This is a must. Not everyone wears them, but I want to protect both of our reputations.” He tied hers on and she returned the favor.

  She couldn’t help but giggle. “We look like two pornographic trick-or-treaters.”

  “I think that’s the point, love.” He winked at her and knocked on the door, gave the password to the muscled bouncer who answered and they both walked inside. After checking their coats with a woman dressed as a nearly naked black cat, complete with ears and a tail on the end of a butt plug in her ass, they moved into the cavernous nightclub.

  Maggie resisted the urge to cross her arms over her chest, to cover herself. She could feel the chilled air puckering her nipples, making her heated sex start to moisten. Go liquid. So decadent to be partially nude in front of strangers. This newfound exhibitionist side had her feeling a little dangerous. A little reckless.