ANightatTheCavern by Anna Alexander Page A

get
into your pussy. Stand up.”
    The room spun as she struggled to stand in her bindings. Her
limbs were as coordinated as a drunken sorority girl’s. “Help me?”
    A girlish thrill skittered under her ribs as she saw the
shake in his hands as he reached for her arms and guided her to a stand. Once
she was upright and steady on her feet, he retrieved a box from his basket of
tricks. From inside the box he withdrew two finely threaded chains with red and
black beads strung on the ends.
    He clacked the beads together with a devilish chuckle.
“Thrust out your breasts, beautiful.”
    The gentle swells shimmed as she arched her back. Jorges’
nimble fingers attached the loop of the chains around each nipple and tightened
the tiny nooses around the scarlet tips. He flicked at the beads and the
weights swung back and forth, the tugs sending arcs of kinetic energy down her
belly.
    “Jorges.” Her gasp turned into a groan as he swallowed the
rest of her words with a ravenous kiss.
    If only her hands were free to touch him with the same
urgency as his hands felt skating over her hips and thighs. The inability to
hold him, dig her fingers into his sweat-slickened muscles was torture.
    “Please, Jorges,” she moaned against his mouth. “I need to
touch you.”
    “I know exactly what you need.” He untied her hands then
maneuvered the ottoman around before her.
    “Kneel,” he said as he guided her to her knees and arranged
her to lay across the ottoman. “Keep your hands on the floor.”
    Without the glare of the spotlight shining directly into her
eyes, she was able to see more of her surroundings, including the pair of
booted feet at the edge of the dance floor where she had seen the unknown man
sit earlier.
    Her gaze traveled up the denim-encased legs and she felt her
eyes widen as she realized his fly was open and his fist was wrapped around a
lengthy erection. A white t-shirt was pulled up, exposing flat abs that flexed
with the steady pumping of his hand. When she was finally able to wrench her
gaze away from his moving hand, she looked at his face and gasped in surprise.
The man seated comfortably in a loveseat was the young bartender who had served
her cosmopolitans earlier in the evening. So this was the mysterious Noah.
    Their gazes collided and his smile curled. With a shift of
his hips, he adjusted in his seat, opening his knees wider and really settled
into his groove.
    “Ah,” she screamed as Jorges suddenly thrust a hard object
into her sex.
    “Easy, baby doll,” he cooed. “It’s only a dildo. And a thin
one at that.”
    Yeah, only a dildo. That he wielded like a magic wand. He
was a wicked wizard rubbing and stroking the hidden nerve endings in her sheath
until she burst into flames. The fire cooled as she felt icy drips of liquid on
the dark star of her ass.
    “Jorges?” She tried to look at him from over her shoulder.
    “I’ve got you, Miranda.” He eased his thumb into the tight
hole. “You can take anything I give you.”
    Her cries bounced against the acoustical walls of the club
in an erotic, writhing cadence. The pitch raised an octave when he replaced his
thumb with the dildo then hit a crescendo in a high C when he drove his cock
deep into her core.
    Where she had expected pain there was only the most intense
pleasure, a cleansing fire that stripped her down to her essence.
    As Jorges slammed into both of her holes, her body rocked
and the weights hanging from her nipples swung widely, pulling at her breasts
as if they were another set of fingers.
    “Lift her head,” a voice shouted from the right. “We want to
see her face.”
    Jorges’ fingers slid along her scalp then curled in the
strands of her hair and pulled. The sharp tug sent a fiery frisson of pleasure
from her head to her rippling sheath.
    Before her Noah watched them, his features a firm mask of
lust and restraint as his forearm pumped in time to Jorges’ thrusts.
    Did Jorges have that same look on his face? If she