Love at the BDSM Club: A Bondage Anal Sex Story

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Love at the BDSM Club: A Bondage Anal Sex Story
I was back in my old stomping grounds, the BDSM club where I'd danced during college. But now I wasn't up on stage; I was in a private room with one of my old customers. Only this time I was doing a solo dance for Jack, fulfilling his fantasy—and mine. And maybe finding the man of my dreams in the most unlikely of places.

Warning: This ebook contains very explicit sex including Anal sex, Rough sex, Bondage, BDSM, and more. Only mature adults who won’t find graphic sexual content offensive should read this story.

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“I made the biggest mistake of my life. One I don't intend to repeat.” I reached behind me, unclasping my bra. I straightened, letting the bra fall to the floor. Jack's eyes widened, and he whistled low.
“Holy shit.” He ran his tongue over his lips. “Like I said, more beautiful than ever.” His eyes met mine. The air in the room crackled with sexual energy and tension. I'd always liked Jack, but this feeling was way past anything I'd ever experienced while I danced. This was like a sucker punch to the stomach, and I stumbled in my heels.
“Steady there girl. Things aren't quite the same, are they?”
I swayed to the beat, dancing in place. “No, they're not. Why is that?”
“Because we should have been together a long time ago, but we never had the chance. Then your mistake happened...” He shrugged. “But we can make up for lost time.”
“Can we?” I moved closer. I sort of regretted tying his hands together. But I also sort of liked having him under my control.
“We can. Come here.” He leaned back in the chair, knees apart, an open invitation. I slipped my fingers under the edge of my panties and shimmied my hips, letting the panties hit the floor. Jack's breath came out in a ragged gasp, matched by my low moan.
“I want you, Jack. But...”
He shook his head. “I want you and not just for sex, Casey. I want you...in my life.”
There wasn't much I could say to that, so I decided to stop talking. I moved between Jack's legs, kneeling down, resting my hands on his thighs. I looked up, trying to give him my best dancer's eyes. But I knew I was telling him something else, that there was more to this now than just a private dance for the hell of it.
“Jack...” I ran my hands up his thighs, felt the muscles tense at my touch, then relax as his legs fell further apart. There were so many thing I wanted to say, but I could show him far easier. I smiled up at him, then wrapped my hands around the base of his cock. His hips flexed upward as I brought him to my lips; he jerked as I ran my tongue over the head of his cock.
“Untie me...let me touch you.”

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