Page 21 of Dancing With Temptation

Roxie tugged him over to a small couch against a wall, but Lincoln didn’t take his eyes from the couple in the room. The woman must have raced up here after her dance with Roxie because she was now naked, her arms tied over her head to a ring around a pole.

“That’s Angelica and her dom is Eric. He’s pretty good but can go down dark paths.” Roxie leaned over to whisper into his ear, her left hand on his right thigh. “If you get uncomfortable, just let me know. We can find something else to watch.”

“I’m good.” He said absently, his eyes still on the woman’s body. She was tanned all over, perhaps Hispanic, with dark nipples that were very...suckable. Fuck, was he supposed to think about sucking another woman’s nipples when he was with Roxie?

“She has a beautiful body, don’t you think?” He heard her whisper again and relaxed a little. She was encouraging him to look, things were cool then.

The minutes passed with Eric teasing the woman with words and soft touches as he tied ropes in knots around her body in intricate patterns. This was the rope-work Lincoln wanted to try his hand at. Angelica’s head moved, following the caresses, clearly wanting more. Lincoln tried not to move too much but he was aroused already, and Roxie made it worse by moving the hand on his leg to his inner thigh. He wanted to tell her to stop but couldn’t. It was too deliciously naughty, and he didn’t want her to behave. Not really.

“Have you been a good girl, this week, pet?” Eric asked the smiling Angelica. Only, her face fell when he asked that and she looked down at her toes.

“No, Eric. I’ve been very bad, I’m sorry to say.” Angelica pouted prettily, her dark eyes wide and bright. “I wanted to fuck Roxie when I danced with her earlier. I’ve had very lustful thoughts.”

Lincoln’s eyes shot to Roxie and saw that she was grinning. She liked knowing a woman wanted to fuck her. Okay, good to know. She was far more adventurous than he’d thought.

“Did you ask Roxie if you could think such things about her?” The man asked as he walked over to a chest of drawers to one side of the room. He drew out what looked like a very short whip with leather tongues.

“No, I didn’t, Eric. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help myself. She’s so fucking hot.” The woman smiled a little in Roxie’s direction but the smile vanished when the man came back with the whip.

“You know what happens when you’re bad, don’t you, Angelica? When you can’t control yourself.” The man stood with his feet planted a foot apart, his thick-muscled arms crossed over his chest.

“I do, Eric. But it’s worth it. She’s so beautiful.” The woman looked at the man hopefully, but Lincoln suspected the plea was for the whip, not reprieve.

“She is beautiful, Angelica, but you were very bad. Turn around please.”

Lincoln wasn’t sure what to expect then, whether the man would use the whip on her right away or if he’d prolong this patter. Lincoln’s eyes narrowed and he followed the man’s movements as he walked behind the woman.

“Tell me what you thought, Angelica. All of it.” He wrapped his arms around the naked woman, cupping her firm breasts gently. His fingers found the thick tips and plucked at them until the woman groaned and sank back against the man in surrender.

A sharp movement of his arm and a flick of his wrist brought the whip down on the woman’s hip, catching her attention at once. Her eyes opened wide and she panted out an apology. “I’m sorry, Eric. I wanted to taste her on my lips. I wanted to feel her breasts in my hands.”

“What else, Angel?” He drove her on, plunging the handle of the whip between the woman’s thighs to grind it there, against her cleft, until she was moaning in pleasure.

“I wanted her to touch me, to use her fingers on me. And maybe have you fuck me, Eric. You know I always want you.”

“I do, Angel, but you’re supposed to control these thoughts. You are supposed to only think of me unless I give you permission to think about another woman. Or man.”

The man’s eyes came up to Lincoln’s and Lincoln froze.

“He wants to know if you want her. Just nod, but don’t get up. This isn’t our day to play with others.”

Lincoln nodded, both at her and the man in the room. What the fuck had he gotten himself into here?

11

Lincoln

The night progressed and Lincoln was engrossed. The man was an expert at playing the role he’d taken on and Lincoln admired the skillful way he drew the woman’s pleasure out while attaining his own. This was more than just bad girl punishment time, this was give and take.

Roxie continued to whisper things in his ear, directing his gaze or his thoughts to where she wanted them to go. He was about ready to jump off the couch, drag her to a room of their own, and reenact everything he’d just witnessed. He wanted to go through every moment he’d witnessed with her, but he was still too uncertain. Shy, even.

Lincoln watched, completely fascinated now that the woman was on her knees, her back facing them. The man, Eric, was in front of her with his jeans open. The woman was obviously good at what she did because Eric was fighting fairly hard not to unload in her mouth. Lincoln knew all the signs of that problem and knew that if Roxie’s hand went up his thigh, just a little bit further, he’d have the same problem as well.

He hadn’t been this ready to blow so quickly since he was a virgin seeing his first pair of real breasts as a teenager. The sensation was a little embarrassing, but also very intriguing. Was he really turned on by the performance in front of him, or merely from the fact that he was watching two people go at it in real life?

“Let’s go,” Lincoln said suddenly and got up from the couch, his hand out to her.

“Wait, what?” Roxie whispered but followed his lead. This wasn’t his room, and he knew the proper way to behave in this situation, even if he’d never been in it before. Luckily, Roxie did too.