Sweet Danger by Violet Blue Page A

Simon. “Is he mad?”
    “What do you think?” Ariel asked sexily, looking down at me for guidance.
    But I was between her legs. My only answer was that I popped her snap crotch, reached under her ass, and pulled her onto me.
    I started working my tongue against her clit, licking her eagerly. She gasped. Punctuating my excitement, I wriggled the tip of my tongue against her supposedly well-fucked entrance. I licked deep and slid two fingers into her. She tasted ripe and tangy—delicious. I started licking her clit.
    “He’s not mad,” sighed Ariel.
    “I knew it!” gasped Simon. “He’s a cum-lapper, isn’t he? He loves it when you’re dirty.”
    “Fuck if I know,” breathed Ariel. She arched her back and began to rock against me as I licked her clit.
    I shoved my fingers firmly into her and worked her G-spot. She moaned and moved her hips in time with my thrusts. My own headset was getting in the way, so I tore it off.
    “Fuck if I know,” she repeated. “I don’t give a damn, as long as he licks me like that.” Then, as if remembering she was getting paid $2.49 a minute to do this, she asked, “How about you, Simon. Are you stroking that big, fat, hard cock for me? I always insist that guys stroke their dicks when they’re around me.”
    She tapped my forehead and gestured at me, looking annoyed.
    Obediently, I took my cock out. It was hard. I started pumping as I licked her.
    “Don’t come yet, Simon,” Ariel panted. “I want to come for you. Will you let me come for you? For real, I mean?” Simon liked that idea. I licked more firmly, thrusting more deeply, lapping at Ariel’s clit as I fingered her.
    She must have been damned close already. She leaned back in the chair, lifted her hips, and put one hand on the back of my head, holding me in place so I’d be there as she came. It was her way of saying “Don’t stop.”
    But she said that loud enough with a soft cry of orgasm. She came for Simon, and she came for me. Simon groaned so loud I heard Ariel’s headphones crackling.
    She moaned: “Oh, yeah, baby, come for me, yeah, baby, stroke that big cock.”
    She finished coming herself, panting heavily, and said, “Was that good, Simon? Did you come hard, Simon? Simon? Simon?”
    “He’s gone,” I told her, coming up from between her legs.
    She frowned bitterly.
    “Men,” she said. “You’re all the same.”
    “Not all of us,” I said. “You still want a good-night kiss?”
    She leaned forward and planted one on me.
    “Nah,” she said. “I think I’ll do the kissing. C’mere.”

Richard’s Secret
     
    SASKIA WALKER
     
    “A gimp?” Richard was a sex slave? Could it be possible? I swallowed, breathed deep, and tried to make sense of what Tom had just told me. “But what does it mean…?” I looked up at him, spluttering the words out. “I mean, I know what it means…I just don’t know what he means by it, by approaching us.”
    Tom rested his hand reassuringly on my shoulder. There was a look of deep concern in his eyes, and he was watching me carefully for my reactions. Oh, how I loved this man; when he had said he had something “a bit heavy” to talk to me about, I thought the worst was about to happen, that he was going to say there was another woman, that he was leaving me. The last thing I expected was for him to reveal this, Richard’s secret. Richard’s darkest secret.
    I had actually known Richard longer than I had Tom. He had been working in the international trade department when I was transferred to the London branch, about six years earlier. Admittedly he was the dark horse in the department, and the office gossips plagued him with questions about his private life, all of which he managed to avoid and dismiss without being in the least bit offensive.
    To me Richard was just a shy, reclusive guy; a small man, and very attractive in an understated way—nicely packaged, dark hair, and vivid blue eyes. I just assumed he was comfortable around me because I