Hot in the City 2: Sin City (18 page)

Easing back to close the door on the scene, she turned to Marc in the dark hall, smiling. “I told you, I just didn’t want to stay a BDSM virgin.”

He gave her a slow, deep kiss, his tongue pressing past her lips, then whispered warm in her ear. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. The night is young and your virginity will be long gone before morning.”

* * * * *

Upon returning to the hotel, they got more than their fair share of stares, especially considering that Marc was decked out so similarly to Diana. He also carried a mysterious black leather bag.

“What’s in there?” she asked.

“Whips and chains.”

“I thought you said you didn’t really have any of those.”

His smile was laced with sin. “I lied.”

After stopping at the front desk to leave a note for Adrianna, they made their way back through the casino toward the elevators. Diana drank in the stares that told her it was clear what kind of evening she and Marc had planned—she could only imagine how much the spectators would salivate if Adrianna was with them right now.

In the elevator, he said, “Do you know what a safe word is?”

She’d heard the term. “A way to let you know if I want to stop?”

He nodded. “Pick one.”

She thought for a few seconds, then smiled up at him. “Ice-cream man.”

He grinned. “Got it.”

The moment they stepped through the door into her room, the mood between them changed. She sensed immediately that enclosing themselves there meant the game had officially begun, full force. She knew it for sure when he said in a smooth, authoritative voice, “Walk across the room.”

It caught her off guard. “What?” She looked up at him.

“Walk across the room, over by the windows. Go slowly.”

Swallowing, suddenly feeling nervous, she followed the instruction. Yet as she strolled—slowly, as he’d ordered—she again became as aware of her clothing as when she’d first put it on. She felt the leather moving against her soft skin, the garter belt pulling the fishnets tight on her thighs. Once she reached the window, she stood still, waiting, conscious of how heavy her pussy was beginning to feel within the tight bit of leather stretched over it.

“Now turn around.”

She did so and found Marc, still standing across the room, but he was transformed. Gone was his shirt, replaced by a black leather harness. A thick silver ring lay just below his chest; four black straps extended from it—crossing over his shoulders, around his back. She was even more surprised to see him wearing a small black leather mask. It was just enough to make him seem…like someone else…like her
master
. The sexy leather pants still hugged the lower half of his body, although a large bulge rose from his groin. It all served to make her cunt still heavier, tingling within its leather covering.

“Take off your dress.”

“Already?” She’d thought they’d wait until Adrianna arrived.

“I said take it off, damn it.” His voice was low, gruff, threatening…exhilarating.

Reaching up to the black zipper under her arm, she slowly eased it down, all the way, to the hem. The leather sheath opened around her and fell away, to the carpet. She stood before him, breasts exposed, her corset, garters, stockings and high-heeled boots there for his perusal. She felt almost as excited as if he were a stranger, someone who’d never seen her before. Her nipples turned rock-hard under his masked gaze.

“Your master is pleased,” he said. “You look like the perfect little sex slave.”

She smiled softly, satisfied.

When a knock came, she flinched, jiggling her breasts. He stood near the door, but moved away from it, sitting down in a chair. “Open the door,” he told her. “And don’t look through the peephole first.”

That last part made her heart flutter nervously—it would surely be Adrianna, but what if it wasn’t? Still, she didn’t think he’d like it if she questioned him, so she took a deep breath and pulled the door open.

Adrianna gasped when she saw Diana’s state of undress. “Miss Marsh, you look delicious—but don’t tell me you started without me.”

Diana looked over her shoulder to Marc. “
He
did.” It was in that moment that a sense of the surreal struck her. She’d known Adrianna was on her way, of course, and she’d thought she was mentally prepared for it. But truly being face to face with her in this situation seemed wholly unreal and, for a few seconds, Diana couldn’t quite believe it was truly happening.

“I see my other little fuck slave has arrived,” Marc said. “You’re late, Adrianna. You’ll be punished for that later.”

Diana sensed how difficult it was for Adrianna, who was always so in control, to hold her tongue, especially considering that Marc had been her employee for a number of years now. Finally, her eyes ablaze with something that bordered between irritation and arousal, she said, “I’m sorry. Forgive me.”

“Maybe if you’re a good girl.”

“I…will be. And I brought you something.” She walked over to him to deliver a small shopping bag. He looked inside and smiled. “Very nice, Adrianna. You get a gold star. Now, Diana, take her dress off.”

Adrianna wore a simple black sleeveless dress that buttoned up the front, something suitable for a casual cocktail party. Only her very high, pointy-heeled black shoes gave any hint as to what might be under the stylish dress.

Diana bit her lip, her pussy swelling as she gingerly reached up to the first button, nestled in the valley between Adrianna’s breasts. She undid it, and though the glimpse of vinyl she caught underneath tantalized her, she kept going, afraid Marc would think she wasn’t following his instructions. He suddenly seemed like another person to her, in manner and action—even in voice.

When she’d undone the last button, she pushed open the dress at Adrianna’s waist to reveal a shiny black vinyl bra that outlined her large, beautiful breasts, the nipples rosy and erect. The bra featured a square silver buckle where the fabric met below her breasts, and two smaller buckles up above, on each strap. Her vinyl thong featured three more matching buckles, revealing patches of skin and pubic hair in between, until the bottom one, where her pussy was fully revealed. Despite the pubic hair above, her cunt itself was as smooth and bare as Diana’s.

Seeing Adrianna’s lovely breasts and pussy for the first time, in bondage-wear no less, set Diana’s own pussy nearly ablaze.
These
were not items offered by Adrianna, Inc.

Diana walked around behind the taller woman to remove the dress from her arms.

Marc gave his head a speculative tilt. “Crotchless vinyl, Adrianna? Very nice. Your punishment is hereby revoked. In fact, I think you’ll get a reward.”

“I’m glad you approve,” she said, her voice dry and devoid of tone, as usual.

“Put your pretty ass in this chair,” he said to her, motioning to an upholstered seat that set perpendicular to his own.

Adrianna did as she was told.

“Spread your legs.”

She did, and Diana couldn’t help studying her pale, lovely slit, held tight by the surrounding vinyl.

“Diana, kneel between her thighs.”

Crossing the room to where they sat, Diana dropped to her knees as instructed. The hair on her arms stood on end with nervous anticipation.

“Adrianna, I know you want to kiss Diana’s pretty mouth. So go ahead. Kiss her for me.”

Adrianna leaned forward, cupping Diana’s face in her hands. Diana trembled as she met her boss’s regal yet desire-filled gaze. This was it—what she had wondered about and dared to wish for.

Their tongues met before their lips, gently, in a slow but potent rhythm of sensuality that made Diana fear her pussy would burst through the leather. Kissing Adrianna was so tenderly arousing that she could have melted there, and having Marc watch her intensified the sensation tenfold.

The second kiss was even better because Diana was ready for it, growing more comfortable, able to appreciate the pleasure of Adrianna’s gentle, feminine mouth touching hers. The kisses were softer than anything she’d ever experienced and she was soon getting lost in them, surprised at how different it felt from kissing a man, and what a unique sort of pleasure it sent echoing through her body. As they kissed, Adrianna’s hands began to slowly explore Diana’s shoulders, skim down her arms. Like her kiss, her hands were soft, and so small compared to a man’s—it was impossible to forget she was being touched by another female, all for Marc’s enjoyment, and the very knowledge that he watched, that he even dictated their moves, sent spiraling waves of heat into her pussy.

Diana’s bared breasts perched on Adrianna’s thighs as the other woman’s tender mouth continued to sweetly assault hers in kiss after stirring kiss, until finally Marc said, “That’s enough,” and they reluctantly parted.

“Diana, lick Adrianna’s nipples.”

So far, Diana didn’t mind their little game at all. Adrianna’s delicate kisses had tutored her, and now she wanted nothing more than to take her boss’s lovely pink crests into her mouth. Leaning forward, she sensually licked one nipple in long, laving strokes several times before delivering the same treatment to the other hard peak. Feeling a woman’s taut nipple on her tongue was incredibly arousing and she suddenly understood exactly why men enjoyed it so much.

“May I suck them, too?” she dared ask without looking up.

“Whatever your hot little mouth wants to do to them, sweetheart,” he said, and for a moment he sounded just like her Marc again.

Loving that he watched her every move, she suckled one of Adrianna’s large breasts, pulling the pretty nipple between her lips as she caressed her other ripe globe, squeezing and molding it in her hand. Above her, Adrianna released dreamy-sounding sighs of pleasure that spurred Diana on. She liked knowing she was pleasing both of them at the same time.

“Now lick her cunt,” he said.

Allowing herself the indulgence of raking one last lick over Adrianna’s nipple, she backed away, her eyes still on the other woman’s breasts, enjoying the wet sheen on the one she’d just been kissing. Then she dropped her gaze to Adrianna’s crotch.

Her slit was not open, but her clit and a hint of her pink lips peeked through anyway. As Diana dropped down lower, scooting her knees back slightly, she reveled in the sensation that Marc wanted to watch her eat another woman’s pussy.

Was she nervous? Definitely. But as she’d suspected the other day when Adrianna had first made a move on her, having Marc present changed everything, turning trepidation into anticipation. And the delight she’d taken in Adrianna so far made her ready to take that next naughty step.

Using her hands to push Adrianna’s shapely legs a little farther apart, she gently caressed her silky inner thighs with gentle fingertips before parting her boss’s legs even wider. Leaning slowly in, she drank in the raw, exotic scent of Adrianna’s sex, then reached out her tongue and dragged it up the pursed line of her slit, over the lips and clit.

The sensual thrill of having just done the forbidden rushed through Diana like a mini-orgasm as Adrianna sighed prettily up above.

Watching Adrianna’s cunt, enticed by the way it seemed to swell, trapped, within the confines of the tight vinyl around it, Diana licked it again, this time pushing her tongue a little deeper.

Adrianna shivered and her pussy lips parted, just enough for a tantalizing glimpse of pink from top to bottom. Diana licked her once more, deep, this time tasting an intense, salty sweetness that added to the excitement racing down her spine. “Ooooh, yes,” Adrianna murmured.

Sensing that her boss’s cunt was so constrained in the vinyl that it simply couldn’t spread very far on its own, she slid her hands down from where they rested at Adrianna’s hips and used her thumbs to peel Adrianna’s pussy open as if it were a ripe, juicy peach.

All three of them uttered sounds of pleasure when the broad pink expanse of her fleshy cunt was stretched open for visual inspection, the wet passage at the bottom looking deep and open.

Following her instincts, Diana sank her tongue there, into the channel, as far as she could thrust it. Adrianna cried out and Marc growled, “Yes, fuck that pussy with your hot little tongue. Fuck it for your master.”

Diana was overwhelmed, surrounded by salty slickness, and his words prodded her. She wanted to do a good job for him, and she had the same urge she’d experienced upon meeting Adrianna for the first time the other day—the urge to please
her
, as well. She knew about getting lost in pleasure, but at the moment, she yearned to lose herself in
giving
pleasure.

She moved her tongue in and out of Adrianna’s opening while her boss released sexy moans with each thrust. Diana’s own pussy wept, desperately wishing for attention, but she reminded herself this was Marc’s night and she was his willing slave, and despite the unmet needs of her body, she was enjoying her role more than she’d ever imagined.

Soon, she used her index fingers to open the top of Adrianna’s slit so that she could easily reach her clit. Wrapping her lips around it, treating it exactly as if it were a tiny little cock, she sucked it while Adrianna groaned repeatedly with hot pleasure, caressing her own breasts.

“That’s so hot, my little slave girl. You might just get a reward later, too.”

After that, Diana delivered long, firm, lapping licks, from the bottom of her boss’s pink pussy to the top of her hard little clit, thoroughly absorbed in the giving. Soon, she began to vary her motions, learning what spots and tongue movements seemed to turn Adrianna on the most, finally concentrating on the pretty, swollen nub that emerged above the rest of the slick cleft. Adrianna’s hands were down there too now, helping Diana hold it open, and she was rocking her pelvis against Diana’s tongue.