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The man said he was a fairly new club member… He’d joined with his wife… Beth lost track of the conversation as Sir’s war the tender crease where her thighnaked, she felt as if heat waves were rising froh and brushed his knuckles against the curls of her pussy, all Beth could do was close her eyes Don’tyou, Nolan"

Beth opened her eyes to see the lanced at Beth and the position of Sir’s hand His face colored slightly before he hurried off

Beth knew her face was probably just as red Sir glanced back at her, his eyes crinkling His fingers brushed against the swollen lips of her pussy, yanking her attention to his touch as if he’d pulled her on a leash As his knuckles trailed back and forth, he watched her struggles to stay still, to breathe noro, Nolan Sorry about the wait"

"No problem" Sir took the beer from Cullen and then looked at Beth His lips curved into the faintest of smiles, and she tensed What was he--

He splashed some beer onto her breasts She jerked as the icy liquid hit Her nipples tightened into hard buds

Ar on the bar, Master Nolan slowly licked the drops away, laving her nipples until she alue followed the trail of cold beer to where it pooled in her belly button He lapped it up like a dog After a htly, then he bit down gently, repeating it over and over until fire shot from her breast to her clit, until she had to lock her teeth over a moan Then he switched to the other breast

"Nolan, I’ve been hoping you’d be here"

Sir straightened as a hefty Domme in biker clothes walked over A short, voluptuous sub in a tight latex dress with breast and pussy cutouts trailed behind her

"Good to see you, Olivia" As he turned to talk with the woave Beth an a her house to add a dungeon room

All Sir’s attention appeared to be on Olivia, except his hand kept inching higher up Beth’s leg His fingers traced little circles on her inner thigh, spiraling ever higher until he touched her pussy Even then, he never looked at her, just h to rest his forearht over her pussy His dark bronze ar contrast to her pale skin, his hand so wide it covered her hbors?" he asked the Doh Beth’s betrayingly wet folds Slowly, unpredictably, his fingers caressed her opening, then spread the dah her nerves Her folds and clit swelled, feeling too tight as if the skin couldn’t contain the blood rushing to the area

He touched her clit again, rubbed briefly, and then dipped into her opening

Her breath strangled in her throat She tried to ignore what he was doing, tried to stop the need rising within her Dammit, why now? Any other Dohtly aroused

This Dom… He didn’t see at her His wet finger traced over the sensitive edge between her clit and its hood, stroking it, over and over Pressure built within her, the exquisite sensations bringing her almost to the peak Almost His conversation with the Doers was real If he’d just touch her… She bit her lips Her hips tilted only the slightest ah her like an electric current "Stay still, sub"

The Dohed, thanked hiave Beth a sy

Sir turned, his dark eyes cool as his gaze ran over Beth She held perfectly still, tried to control her breathing, pleading with her eyes, Let me down, let me down

He took a sip of his beer, another, started to set the bottle down, and stopped He studied her again…and then he poured his cold beer right onto her overheated, sensitive clit She gasped audibly, her legs jerking upward

"Don’t h that so now, her clit throbbing with need Yet she was horrified when he lifted the leg closest to him and set her ankle onto his shoulder He wouldn’t… No, no, no!

He scooted her hips toward hi the beer froue sent a blaze streaking through her; the next touch coiled the tension inside her higher She heard her fingernails scratching the bar top She tried to stay still and not ling underneath, the other side, around and around The tissue grew so engorged, so sensitive that every slide stopped her breath, shooting her closer and closer The roo over her, his unyielding grip on her leg

Suddenly he thrust a rough finger into her, hard and fast, the invasion shocking Overwhel outward in waves of pleasure She bucked against his face, her insides spased to smother her screaiving out Master Nolan lifted his head, a in his black eyes as he looked at her He replaced her foot on the bar and adjusted her legs to the previous position He patted her thigh, ignored her labored breathing, and said, "Don’this head "You know, if you didn’t want to drink frolass"