Chapter 3

His lips descended rapidly, not giving me a chance to protest or move, not that I could if I had wanted too anyway. Which I did not, I wanted this kiss so very much. I have wanted to kiss him since the moment I first laid eyes on him in the club.

He had strolled into the building like he owned the place, wearing a pair of leather pants that molded to every muscle in his legs and ass. Bare-chested and barefooted, he had thrown every man in the building in his shadow.

Mistress Alyssa had come sauntering in, right beside him, his equal in every way except one, when they would hit a play area, she immediately submitted to him. The power and confidence he had exuded had been incalculable, and my heart had not stopped skipping since.

His strong, firm lips pressed hard on my own, forcing them to open and let him inside. Like in everything else, this Master demanded what he wanted and left no room for denial. I gave in instantly and opened to his plundering tongue. Everything I had was his for the taking, and he did so without remorse.

Kevin's tongue rubbed up against mine. He mimicked the movements of sex; thrusting and rubbing against sensitive areas that I had never realized I'd had before and pulling back out, only to repeat the motions again. I let out a breathy moan and wrapped my arms around his waist so I would have something to hold onto when my weakened knees buckled like they were threatening to do. His free arm wrapped around my tiny waist and lifted me up to straddle him, so my limp legs no longer had to worry about holding me up. His hand slid down my back and cupped my ass, quickly finding the heated juncture between. A whine came from me as he found my sopping wet channel and pressed against it sliding the digit just barely inside despite the barriers of clothing in the way.

He let my mouth free but continued to play with my weeping entrance as he stared down at me. Odd whines and whimpers sprung from me as if I were a dog begging for a bone.

"You are very responsive. Good. We like that. In fact, I bet if I keep playing with you like this, I could make you come right here in my arms. Would you like that, little one?" Kevin asked with a pleased smile.

I nodded helplessly, unable to deny him anything he wanted. If I had full control over myself at that moment, I would have pushed him away and ran as far, and as fast, as I could from this man.

But I did not have control.

Kevin had already taken that from me.

"Mmm," he practically purred in pleasure. "I'd like that as well. Except there is one thing, I want more than to see you come apart in my arms right now. And that's to see you come apart while I'm fucking your wet little pussy and my wife is eating it. Have you ever had a woman eat you, my sweet?"

I shook my head swiftly. I had known I was bisexual for a long time, ever since my first crush on Suzie Winters in seventh grade. We had P.E. together and I always ended up changing in the stalls. Not because I was shy about my painfully underdeveloped body, but because I was afraid of being caught staring at her or one of the other girls.

These days it was obvious to me that women turned me on just as much as men did, and I was finally to the point where I was completely okay with my sexuality.

Now this wonderfully sexy man and his gorgeous wife were offering me a chance to fulfill my wildest fantasy, and it was all I could do not to come right then and there.

He put me down slowly, allowing my body to rub up against his hard-muscled form, then held me close until my shaking legs would once again hold me up. As soon as it was safe for me, he took my bag, finished packing, and then led me out. -

That night was mere weeks ago, and yet at this moment, I could still remember every detail as it had just happened.

"Almost there!" The cabby called irritably from the front seat.

"Great!" I called back with faux enthusiasm.

Seconds later, we were parked in front of a small innocuous entrance that was the beginning of the maze for The Dungeon. The bouncer that usually stood out front was curiously missing along with the long line of anxious BDSM wannabe's that had popped up since it had become the hottest new thing.

I had always felt a sense of guilt when I thought of those women and men that thought they could handle this lifestyle. At one time, I had been a fresh little sub with a look of wonder in my eyes. But that had been a long time ago in a land far, far, away. I'd had several Masters in my life, a few were great, and a few only lasted a moment. All had left me with a feeling of being incomplete and lonely instead of fulfilled.

I needed something more that none of them had been able to give to me.

A Mistress as well.

Unannounced, the memory of Mistress Alyssa's sweet cry of euphoria echoed through my head, and the taste of her skin blossomed on my tongue. The murmured praise of Master Kevin followed as he would sit back and watched me please my Mistress for him.

I felt my stomach clench as heat coursed through my veins again. I bit my lip hard to keep the moan of pure unbridled lust buried behind my teeth where it belonged. A sound must have escaped because the cabby touched my shoulder.

"Are you okay, hon?" the cab driver asked softly.

I stiffened at his sudden polite tone from the man who had been giving me the cold shoulder. Not to mention, the look that he was giving me clearly said he cared little for my welfare and more about how to get me into the club, preferably naked.

I gave him my best cold look before shoving the money into his hands.

"I'm fine," I sneered and sauntered off towards the door without another word.