Pushing Her Limits (Forbidden Fantasies #26) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
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“Clay Towning, back for more are we?” she sings in a melodious voice, her caramel eyes glinting.

I half-expect the handsome man to melt at her feet, but he seems immune to her charms.

“You know me,” he responds with a chuckle. “Bellarmine, meet my date, Kitty.” The woman in gold looks me up and down with pouty lips.

“How fitting!” she giggles jubilantly. “You look like the type of kitten a man like my friend here would enjoy,” she says, nodding her chin at Clay.

I’m just about to ask more, but my date cuts her off.

“Okay, that’s enough Bell,” he says. “We’ve only just arrived. Let’s not scare Kitty just yet.” We all chuckle at this, though I’m not so sure what I’m laughing at exactly.

“You can’t keep me away from her forever, Clay,” Bellarmine sings. “I’ll get my claws into you soon enough, sweetheart.” Then with a waggle of her hips, she turns away, giggling as she minces off. Her dress is even more scandalous from the back because it is in fact a handkerchief tied around her breasts, except that Bellarmine’s not wearing panties. Her huge, heart-shaped ass wiggles and bounces, completely bare, as she departs, making my mouth gape open with shock.

Clay merely shakes his head ruefully.

“Well, that’s Bell for you.”

“What an interesting woman,” I manage to stammer as we make our way to the bar, his large hand burning an imprint in the small of my back.

“Bellarmine, yeah she’s a character. She actually co-owns the club,” he remarks. “She organizes these parties, and we’re indebted to her for it.”

“Oh, I see,” I mumble. “Well, tell her thank you for me,” I say somewhat lamely.

But Clay merely orders me a glass of wine at the bar, and I sip gratefully at the fragrant drink.

“Do you like it?” he asks in a low voice.

“Mmm,” I nod. “I’ve always enjoyed robust Cabs. Thank you.”

Then, we turn to watch the rest of the scene, and it’s sexy and breathtaking at once. More and more people are arriving, and the soft jazz background music can barely be heard over the din of voices. Guests are also beginning to lose their inhibitions, and I watch with astonished eyes as one woman sinks to her knees before a man before taking his cock in her throat. Her eyes roll back up with pleasure, showing the whites, as another woman comes up behind her and slips a hand between her legs, making her start with delight.

“OMG,” I whisper, utterly scandalized. “Goodness!”

But the debauchery is only beginning, and more and more people begin to indulge in their naughty sides. To my left, a man bends a woman over the bar, whispering in her ear. Then he fingers his panties to the side before inserting himself into her back end, her mouth opening in a silent scream of lust and pleasure as he slides home deep.

“Clay,” I murmur. “OMG!”

My date merely grins, whispering in my ear. “They’re not even five feet from you, honey. You like what you see?”

I can’t speak, but my body’s gone warm and loose, and I’m beginning to moisten between my thighs.

“I thought so,” Clay says with a low chuckle. “I knew you were that type of girl.”

But then, my handsome companion takes my elbow and steers me away from the couple enjoying backdoor love right next to me. Instead, he guides me to a darkened hallway on the left, and as we enter, I see that there are multiple rooms branching from the dim walkway.

My senses are on high, and my pupils dilate when I realize that we’ve entered a den of sin. In one room, a man in a full leather body suit intermittently lashes a woman who’s bent over a metal bench, her body restrained with intricately tied rope. Then in the next room, two women wearing nothing but black panties and filmy stockings are cuffing a blindfolded man’s hands behind his back. As I stare, I notice a back wall hung with whips, bars, and coiled rope. There’s a lube station next to it, plus an assortment of toys I can’t identify laid out on a nearby table. The implements look delicious, and I lick my lips with anticipation.

Meanwhile, on the right side of the hall is another room with two girls playing together. One has cuffs on her ankles with a metal bar between holding them open. She’s bent over, her legs spread, with her bum tipped up in the air. The other woman begins to drip hot wax on the small of the first girl’s back, letting the fluid run down the flat plateau before seeping into the shadowy crevice between her cheeks. The first girl jerks, her gag muffling her scream. OMG, she’s getting wax there? OMG, OMG.

“That’s right,” Clay whispers in my ear. “It’s an anal waxing, but she likes it, I promise,” he growls before pulling me away. As they fade from sight I hear the first girl begin to coo and whimper with delight.


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