Free The Darker Side of Pleasure by Eden Bradley Page B

the head of his engorged cock was rubbing up against her swollen lips.
    “Spread your legs apart for me.”
    She did as he asked. And then his cock slipped inside, and with one hard thrust, he shoved it all the way to the hilt.
    She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. He was so damn big and it hurt. But it also felt so damn good. She moved against him, wanting more, no matter how hard it was to take.
    Cam moved inside her, sliding in and out. The walls of her sex clenched around the heavy length of him. She could feel every ridge of his shaft, every delicious detail of him. And each thrust brought an exquisite pang of painful pleasure.
    Cam threaded a hand in her hair and gripped hard, kept on spanking her with the other. She loved the feel of his hand in her hair. Loved the way he held her head so tightly, so possessively. And all the while his enormous cock filling her to the brim, pushing and pulling at her insides. At this angle, the head of his cock had full access to her g-spot, rubbing right against it. That and his hard, fast slaps were creating an incredible combination of sensations. Her ass burned, her sex burned. The two sensations joined together, fused, set her body on fire.
    The first tremors of orgasm shook her system. And when Cam started plunging into her wildly, then sunk his teeth into the back of her neck, it sent her right over the edge. Her sex exploded with searing heat, the shockwaves roaring through her body. She cried out. Cam growled in her ear, and she felt the hot spurt of his come inside her.
    His big body collapsed on top of her, and only the desk supported her quaking legs.
    “God, that was fucking fantastic, baby.” Cam’s breath was coming in short pants.
    “Mmm.” Her mind was still numb and her body hummed with the aftermath of pleasure.
    Cam levered himself off her, helped her over to the sofa. They lounged there, with her draped across his lap, catching their breath.
    “So, honey,” Cam said after several minutes.
    “Hmmm, what?”
    “I had a thought.”
    “About what?”
    “I found this place on the Internet. It’s a place where people go to play. A dungeon.”
    Jillian laughed. “A dungeon? They really call it that?”
    “Yeah.”
    “So they have rooms with what…racks and chains and stuff?”
    “Yeah, sort of. From what I could see, it’s just one big room.”
    “You mean there’s no privacy?” Jillian didn’t think she liked the sound of this.
    “There are different areas where people play. And other people watch. I’d really like to go. For us both to go.”
    “I don’t know, Cam. It all sounds pretty serious to me.”
    “It might be interesting. To watch what other people do, you know?”
    “I don’t need to see other people having sex.” She wasn’t liking this at all.
    “It’s not sex. They don’t do that there. It’s just bondage, BDSM play.”
    Well, that was a little better. Maybe. But she still didn’t like the idea of taking it that far. BDSM was just something they were playing around with, wasn’t it?
    “I still don’t know, Cam.”
    “Just think about it, okay? For me?”
    She sighed. “I’ll think about it.”
    “Good girl.”
    For once, those words did nothing to warm her.
     

     
    A busy week passed quickly, but when Friday night came, Cam brought up the dungeon again while they were finishing a late dinner at the small table in the kitchen.
    “There’s a discussion group tomorrow night I’d like to go to,” he said nonchalantly, draining his wineglass.
    “What kind of discussion group?”
    “It’s at that dungeon I told you about.”
    Jillian’s stomach tightened. “Oh.” She paused. “Cam, I don’t think we’re ready for this.”
    “I’m ready for it. Look, it’s just a discussion group. Nobody will be playing or anything. Come on, baby. I really want to do this.”
    Obviously he did. But why was he pushing so hard? Was he beginning to become obsessed with this BDSM thing? Sure, she’d been