Doris O'Connor (2 page)

He chuckled again, dropped a kiss against the rapidly beating pulse in Estelle's neck and pulled back just enough to enable Estelle to swing round on her chair. One of his large hands settled on her thigh, just below her cunt, and she swallowed nervously. The sight of his dark hand was such a contrast against her bare flesh. Who'd have thought it would be so erotic? Or maybe this place was just getting to her. On the stage the blonde screamed her orgasm with one last whip cracking slap delivered across her dripping wet pussy. Even from the distance her juices could be seen trailing down her legs.

Grisha's hand tightened on her inner thigh, and Estelle's heart turned into a sledgehammer, when Ink turned around. An intricate tattoo of a tiger's head trailed across his wide chest, over washboard abs and into the waistband of his trousers. The imprint of his long, thick cock strained against the zipper of his trousers, but that wasn't what made Estelle wish the ground would swallow her up. Ink had moved directly into the spotlight, throwing the angles of his face into sharp focus. Nathan Fielding's eyes connected with Estelle's, before his gaze dropped to Grisha's hand on her thigh, and he frowned.

With the grace and speed of a huge cat, he jumped off the stage and advanced towards them. Estelle stopped breathing. She had been having online sex with her boss?

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, nooooo!
Estelle didn't dare look up when Ink crossed the distance from stage to bar with just a few long legged strides. The heady musk of man, sweat, and faint traces of an unfamiliar cologne tickled Estelle's senses, and she couldn't help a small sniff of her own when Ink's booted feet stopped in front of her. Grisha had moved to the side, but his hand remained where it was, staking an unspoken claim.

"Get your hands off my trainee, Grisha." The deep growl caused her pussy to clench, and a surge of moisture coated the Russian's hand. Estelle screwed her eyes shut, knowing she must have turned the color of her dress. Both men inhaled sharply, and a warm hand under her chin forced Estelle's head up.

"She doesn't seem to mind my hand, Ink, quite the opposite."

Grisha's voice was thick with arousal and a hint of laughter. Ink muttered something under his breath. He sighed, and his hot breath skittered across her face.

"Look at me, Estelle." The quietly delivered words held an edge of steel, and Estelle's eyes fluttered open almost against her will.

The submissive, newly awakened, side of her couldn't help but obey the command, and Ink smiled his approval.

"Good girl."

Grisha finally removed his hand, and she could see him licking his fingers slowly. He grinned and winked at her.

"Tasty that one, Ink. When you're ready to share her, let me know."

He chuckled at Estelle's sharp intake of breath. She watched him prowl away with mixed feelings, before looking to the floor. If she stared at the ground long enough, then surely, please God, that magic hole would appear. She couldn't shake the notion that it would have been safer for her to keep a hold of Grisha. She was all too aware of Ink's watchful stare on her. Arms crossed over his chest, one eyebrow raised, he studied her thoughtfully. She kept her gaze on the floor, as she knew was expected of her, but she couldn't help a sneaky sideways glance at Ink. No, not Ink. Her boss.

She bit her lip to stop herself from groaning out loud. He'd lost the glasses he wore to the office. He smelled different, and he seemed to have somehow grown a few inches, but it was definitely him. Why wasn't he saying something, for pity's sake? The silence stretched between them until she couldn’t help but squirm on her stool. His large hands on her thighs stopped her, and she held her breath as his thumbs massaged the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs. If he moved his hands any higher he would know exactly how aroused she was.

He leant in close enough for his breath to raise the tendrils of hair sticking to her damp neck, and she bunched her hands into fists to stop herself from reaching out to him. He hadn't given her permission to touch him, and she didn't fancy the indignity of having her ass spanked in full view of anyone in the club, even if the thought brought with it a fierce wave of arousal.

Grisha's laughter echoed across from the other end of the bar, and Estelle glanced across. He raised his glass at her and winked. She dropped her gaze again, but Ink had noticed. He released her thighs and cupped her chin again.

"I hadn’t planned on sharing you tonight, but if that's what you need…?"His voice trailed off, and he smiled. "Like jumping in at the deep end, don't you, Estelle?"

"I…I not really. I just—" Estelle's words stuttered to a halt.

She couldn’t tell him that she'd come to this club to gain the experience to seduce
him.
In his Ink persona there was something quite frightening about him, the amber eyes holding hers captive, too knowing, and detached, as though he really had seen her for the first time today. Leashed aggression bubbled under the surface, all pretense of the civilized businessman gone. Some deep part of her responded to that aggression that she'd only glimpsed occasionally in the office – the same reckless part of her that had followed Ink's online instructions to the letter. The same part of her that had excitement pooling low in her belly at the mere thought of being at the mercy of two powerful men.

"Don't lie to me, Estelle. I can smell your pussy from here.

Your nipples are aching to be touched; your heart beat is galloping, and that's not fear in the air, but your excitement." He smirked and held his hand out. She knew he was giving her a choice. It was one of the most sacred rules in this game they played. It was always her choice. If she agreed she was at his mercy and had to obey without question. If she didn't agree he would not press her.

She stared at that outstretched hand for the longest time. Did she dare? Would she be able to look him in the eye, come Monday in the office, or would he think she was a complete hussy? Was this her chance, or was she just blowing it by even being here? She worried her bottom lip with her teeth, and his gaze followed that movement.

He shifted from foot to foot, his expression unreadable as he simply waited for her decision. When she finally placed her hand in his, the approval she saw in his eyes soothed her nerves. He glanced behind her, and Grisha's warmth seeped into her naked skin.

"Take her to the small dungeon. I'll be right there."

"My pleasure." Grisha's smile showed in his voice, and Estelle shivered when he pressed an openmouthed kiss between her shoulder blades. His hands settled on her hips, and Estelle gasped at the press of his hard cock into her ass. "We'll have so much fun together, sweetheart. You'll see."

"I'll hold you to that." Estelle flinched at the breathy quality of her voice, and the hands on her hips tightened to the point of pain.

"Topping from the bottom will get that delicious ass paddled." He growled the words into her ear, and Estelle stopped breathing when he pulled the skirt of her dress up and delivered a quick slap to one exposed butt cheek. He massaged the sting away, and heat spread up from his hand on her ass, up her back and into her face.

"Please, not here. Not in front of everyone."

Grisha's amused chuckle wrapped itself round her, and he spun her around in his arms, until she was once again caged against the bar. The edge dug into her back, and she bit back the moan of pain.

"Meaning I can turn that ass pink in the dungeon? Do I look as though I need your permission?"

"For pity's sake, Grisha, stop torturing the girl. You heard Ink.

Take her to the dungeon – that is if you're sure you want to, doll."

Cherie's melodious voice came to Estelle's rescue. Grisha stepped back to give her some breathing space and smirked.

"You okay, doll?" Cherie asked.

"Yes, I think so."

She turned round to smile at Cherie, who glared at Grisha, hands on hips.

"You think? Hun, you've got to be sure. Once you step through that dungeon door, you know you have no say in what happens."

Estelle glanced back at Grisha and then across at Ink in conversation with another Dom. As though he sensed her gaze on him, he stopped talking and looked at her. His eyes narrowed, and he frowned, some silent communication going on between him and Grisha. He said something to the other Dom, who also looked at her with a question in his eyes. Estelle swallowed past the lump in her throat when Ink advanced toward her. The tiger tat on his chest moved with the ripple of muscle as though it was a real tiger resting on his pectorals, and Estelle's gaze dropped lower to the bulge in his trousers. Her hands grew moist and her breathing shallow, and she wrenched her eyes back up to his face, just as he stopped in front of her.

"Is there a problem?" His deep voice held a hint of impatience.

Estelle shook her head, not trusting her voice at all.

"It seems Cherie here is worried about your little sub." Grisha said, inspecting his fingernails as though he didn't care either way.

The heated look he raked over Estelle's body told another story.

"I'm merely making sure she's fully aware she knows what she's letting herself in for. She's new, and I bet she's never subbed before. Have you even given her a safe word?"

"Are you suggesting Grisha and I would neglect our most basic duties? You forget your station, Cherie." Ink clenched and unclenched his fists, the tension coming off his tightly coiled body in waves. Without thinking about her actions Estelle stepped between him and Cherie. She put a tentative hand on his chest. The heat of his body burned through her skin, and she flinched at Cherie's gasp.
Shit!

She dropped her hand immediately and took a step back into Grisha.

"Not a very wise move, sweetheart," Grisha murmured into her ear.

"I know. I'm sorry." Estelle risked a peek at Ink's face. "I'm sorry…Sir." Ink's stern expression softened with her breathy words, and with last lingering look to Cherie, he settled his full attention on Estelle. "Follow me."

Estelle did just that, aware of Grisha's quiet presence at her back, as she followed Ink's lead. He crossed the club and stopped briefly in front of one the many doors leading off the interior. He pressed a number sequence into the keypad by the door, and the heavily padded door swung open. A harsh fluorescent light came on and Ink stepped to the side, gesturing for Estelle to step through.

Looking up to him for reassurance did little to help the army of butterflies that seemed to have taken up residence in her tummy again. He simply waited patiently, his expression unreadable, and Estelle realized that he was giving her a last get out. She straightened her shoulders and stepped over the threshold, dimly aware of the two men following. The door whooshed shut, and the lighting dimmed a little.

The room was dominated by a huge bed, and Estelle's eyes widened taking in the various restraints, dangling from the ceiling and attached to each corner. A wide array of toys, whips, paddles, and various other equipment that she didn't know the names of was laid out neatly on a sideboard. A padded St Andrew's Cross stood in one corner, a spanking bench in another, and Estelle's clit ached imagining herself strapped to any of these things. She wiped her sweaty palms on the sides of her dress, aware of the rustling of clothes behind her.

"Her limits are?" Grisha's accented voice asked.

"Hard limits are whips and any danger play. Soft limits are spanking, toys, and anal play." Ink's calm voice soothed some of those insects dancing inside of her, and she leant into the hand massaging her neck. "She's very new to submission. We've been working online.

This is her first real life scene."

Grisha whistled under his breath and stepped in front of her.

"And her safe word is?"

"Cubs." She could hear the smile in Ink's voice.

Both men chuckled, and Estelle wondered briefly what was so funny. Her stomach churned too much to ponder the men's amusement too much however. Grisha cupped her chin, and some more of her anxiety fled. The expression in his black eyes was almost tender, the hand slowly running a trail along her collarbone gentle. He smiled at her moan when his hand slid lower still, and he rolled one of her stiff nipples between his fingers. She leant into his hand and sighed when his other hand explored her pussy. She instinctively spread her legs wider, and he murmured his approval at the wetness coating his fingers. One long digit slipped inside her vagina, and her knees buckled at the skillful invasion. Ink's hand on her hips held her up, and her head fell back against his chest, his harsh breath in her ear kicking her arousal up another notch. Grisha inserted another two fingers, and Estelle moaned as his fingers fucked her mercilessly, pushing her closer to that elusive edge.

Ink bit into the soft of her ear, and the sweet pain zinged along her nerve endings.

"Remember, no coming unless I give you permission. Nod your head if you hear me."

Estelle moaned her acquiescence, and both men laughed. The vibrations rumbled through her, and she started panting in earnest when Ink pulled her neckline down, exposing her breasts. He cupped the heavy globes and lifted one to Grisha to taste. With a wicked grin Grisha bent down and bit the rosy peak, flicking her clitoris with his thumb at the same time. Estelle screamed. Her knees buckled, and Grisha withdrew his fingers.

"Let's take this to the bed." Ink spun her around in his arms so fast the room swirled, and Estelle shrieked when he picked her up and deposited her on the bed. He spread her legs wide and secured them to the restraints on the corners of the huge bed. Cool air fluttered across her swollen folds, and her only just banked down arousal notched up again.

"My turn to feast on that beautiful cunt." Estelle propped herself up on her elbows better to see, until the first swipe of his tongue against her quivering flesh rendered her incapable of doing anything but feeling. His tongue was rough, creating delicious friction, and she climbed the rungs of exquisite torture again, dimly aware of her hands being cuffed together in front of her and lifted into the air. A blindfold was slipped across her eyes, and Estelle gave herself up to sensation. Completely at the mercy of Grisha and Ink, her helplessness stoked the sweet fire burning in her veins. The musky scent of man invaded her senses as an erect cock stroked along her lips. She opened automatically, taking the thick shaft as far as she could without choking, loving the salty taste of what she assumed must be Grisha's cock. Firm hands spread her wider, and a cushion was placed under her hips.

"Suck me harder. Milk me, sweetheart." Grisha's command in her ear spurred her on, and she swirled her tongue around his prick.