The Baby Bargain

Chapter 40: Alison

"Yes." Alison couldn't think straight with Harker's hand between her breasts, but she also couldn't pull her eyes away from the stage.

The woman was tied to that bench, helpless and exposed as Anthony stood behind her, his hands running up and down her legs, over her ass and across her sides as he checked the restraints. Alison's nipples tightened, her lacy bra scratchy against her sensitive nubs as the man's fingers teased the woman's breasts. Alison's back arched in a silent plea for Harker to touch her breasts, tease her nipples.

"Is she eager for him?" His deep voice slipped inside her head, whispering all her secret thoughts of desire. "For his kiss?"

She wanted his kiss on her neck, her lips, her breasts. Everywhere. She leaned against him, enveloped in his warmth and scent. His hand moved down to her waist and his fingers caressed the skin of her belly. Her body tightened, wanting those fingers to move lower, to touch her where she throbbed.

"Answer me. Do you think she's eager?" His words were rough and thick in her ear.

"Yes." Her voice was soft and yet filled with need as the man on stage teased the woman with his touch. His hand skimming up her legs, barely sliding under the hem of the woman's skirt. "Why isn't he...doing something?" She leaned more heavily against Harker. Why wasn't Harker doing something was the real question.

"Watch." He kissed her ear. "He will."

"I've never seen anyone...you know...have sex. I've seen pornos but nothing in real life. I...I don't know what I'll think. Sex isn't actually too pretty. I mean it's great when you're doing it but watching is...I like the foreplay and all...but the act itself is kind of...I don't know."

"I think you'll enjoy it. Anthony knows how to put on a show."

"Oh...shoot. I hadn't realized I'd said that all out loud." She shifted to see his face. She so often said things that annoyed or disgusted people.

"Don't apologize. I love your frankness." His dark eyes sparkled. "I always know where I stand with you. I never have to try and figure out if you're mad at me."

"But you tell me to shut up."

"I don't say that." His brow creased.

She turned toward him, but he didn't move his arms and that meant he was holding her. It should be strange or amusing like the other night because this was Harker, but it felt right. "You say that to me all the time." She lowered her voice, mimicking him. "Alison, stop talking and let me think."

"That's not the same as shut up."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it isn't." He captured her chin, his thumb tracing over her lower lip. "I never want you to shut up...just pause for a moment." He lowered his face toward hers until his mouth was only a breath away. "Sometimes not talking is good."

She didn't think; her body just responded and she leaned into him. He wasn't Harker the barking boss. He was Harker the man and he was hers...at least for a bit.

His eyes darkened but he kissed her on the forehead and turned her around. "Watch the stage. The show's about to get good."

"Wha..." Her words died as the guy on stage stood next to the small table. "Is that a flogger? And"—she squinted—"a riding crop and...What are those gloves? They have spikes on them." Was this a sex show or a horror movie?

"Vampire gloves." He pulled her back to his chest.

"Vampire...Why are there spikes on them?"

The man on stage picked up the paddle he'd had earlier and walked over to the woman.

"Imagine them on your skin." Harker's voice teased her ear like the devil telling her about things she didn't know...things she shouldn't be curious about, but she was. "Think of how they'd feel caressing your legs, your breasts. The spikes sharp but his touch gentle...at first."

"At first?" Her body trembled.

"He might run them between your legs."

The man on stage stuck the paddle in the back of his pants and ran his hands up the woman's legs raising her skirt.

Harker's fingers teased along the back of her thigh where her skin met her skirt. "He'd be gentle. Teasing." His nails skimmed along her legs. "He'd move slowly, letting you feel every inch he touched, letting you imagine how it'll be when he runs those spikes gently where you ache." His hands moved upward, taking her skirt with them.

The cool air from the room did nothing to cool her passion as the man on stage exposed the woman's round ass. Anthony's fingers played between the woman's legs as Harker's hand pushed Alison's skirt up and over her ass. His body hid her backside, but the front of her skirt lifted too. Anyone who looked would see her red panties. She should tell him to stop, but nothing came out of her mouth but soft pants of anticipation. She wanted him to touch her like the man on stage was touching that woman.

Harker caressed the outside of her thigh, his fingers dancing along the soft skin. "Is her pulse pounding between her legs too? Is she needy and aching for his touch?" His hand trailed between her thighs. "He'll want to know that he pleases her." His voice was gruff, and his cock pushed against her ass. "He'll need to discover for himself if she's ready. Words can lie." He tightened his arm around her waist as his other hand teased along the front of her thighs.

The woman on stage moaned and Anthony stepped away from her and licked his fingers. Alison's body gushed and she squeezed her legs together.

"Are you wet?" He nibbled on her ear, his fingers circling as they slowly moved inward on her thigh, getting closer and closer to her core. "Women are so soft. So different from men." He kissed her neck, a whisper of a touch that felt like a jolt of lightning. She leaned harder against him. "You're so giving and open. You open everything for us." His fingers tickled across her pussy and her stance widened as if his touch were magic.

The man on stage held the paddle but Alison was so focused on the sensations that Harker was making in her body that nothing registered until she heard the slap ring out through the club.

"He hit her." Her body stiffened.

"Yes. He did." Harker's grip on her waist tightened, pulling her closer to him, his cock hard and long pressing against her ass.

"Why would..."

The man hit the woman again, the paddle leaving her butt a rosy shade of red.

"For pleasure."

"That doesn't seem..."

"Rough can be good." Harker's hand slid between her legs and cupped her pussy. "Very good."

She shivered as sparks seemed to fly from his fingers where they pressed against her. He rubbed hard and fast between her legs. Her wetness making the panties slide back and forth. Her hips rolled into his touch, pushing his hand harder against her aching flesh. She had to touch him. She reached up, her arms lifting over her head and clasping around his neck. He shoved her underwear aside, his fingers sliding between her slick folds and she moaned.

Anthony put the paddle down and knelt behind the woman, spreading her ass cheeks and burying his face between her legs. The woman's moan echoed through the room.

Harker's breath in her ear was ragged as he stroked between her legs, his thumb teasing her clit, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. He slid one long finger inside her and her body clenched onto him. He thrust another finger inside her, pumping faster and faster. Her stance widened as she clung to him, her hips wiggling.

"I need to taste you. Make you scream."

Oh god, she wanted him on his knees, his face buried between her legs like the man on stage. A low guttural moan slipped from her lips and a few people turned toward them.

"Harker. Stop. They're watching—"

"Ignore them." His voice was rough, commanding.

She wanted to but they were watching, and she couldn't do this. She pushed at his hand. "Harker, stop."

"No," he whispered inher ear.