Derek Moore started The Mix, a BDSM club in Quantico, Virginia, with three other former Secret Service agents, Tyler Thomas, Link Davis, and Trent Clark, three years ago. The club was very popular. The group started it because they were all thinking of retiring within the next five years and wanted something to fall back on.
Working for the Secret Service, they all were on the same team and great buddies. The club was something they had talked about for years and was now a reality. It was the only one in the area and people came from miles around. Membership was limited and there were very strict rules that were followed. They were all close to retiring and the club seemed like the perfect thing to do next.
The assignments Derek received as a Secret Service agent were usually boring, and tonight had proven to be no exception until the arrival of Ms. Dorothy Chapman.
Derek Moore was forty-two years of age and ready to find someone to settle down with. None of the women he had been with were interested in a long-term relationship, preferring to play at the club and an occasional date, but nothing more. Not that it bothered him, he hadn’t found anyone he really wanted to spend his life with.
At six feet eight inches and almost three hundred pounds, he was very intimidating. He often scared women off. They didn’t know what a teddy bear he could be. Except when he was in the club. He was very strict and used his intimidating size to his advantage with submissives and other dominants. He always got his way.
Tonight he was assigned to protect General Fredrico Alves. The General was very formal and had sent him into the hall almost two hours ago when the reporter from The Washington Journal, Dorothy (or Dottie as she liked to be called) Chapman had arrived. Since then no one had gone in or out of the room and it was very quiet. Almost too quiet.
Derek had seen Dottie at several functions and had spoken with her several times. She was the type of woman he could go for. She was tall, five feet ten inches at least, and had curves in all the right places. What his grandmother used to call “rubenesque.” Her full, lush breasts were made to fit in his huge hands. He had dreamed of sitting her on top of him and holding her plentiful hips while sucking her nipples. But other than politeness, she had never given him the time of day.
He remembered the look on her face as he gave her the standard pat down before allowing her into the General’s suite, it was a combination of disgust and lust. If he read her signals correctly, given the right circumstances, she wouldn’t mind helping him make his dream come true.
He had another two hours before his relief arrived and he was more than ready. Maybe he could persuade little miss Dottie to join him for a drink in the hotel bar after his shift. That would be the perfect end to the night.
Imagining what else would make the night perfect, he thought he heard a muffled scream come from the General’s suite. What the hell?
Pulling his gun, he called for backup and used his key to open the door. Looking around, he saw nothing out of place in the living room, and he didn’t see the General or Dottie either.
Taking a risk, he called out, “General Alves, is everything okay?”
The General came out of the bedroom of the suite, wrapping a robe around what appeared to be his naked body.
“Mr. Moore, Ms. Chapman and I are—how do you say—otherwise occupied. Is there something I can help you with?”
“General, I thought I heard screams, is everything okay?”
“Yes, Mr. Moore. Ms. Chapman is a very passionate woman, if you know what I mean.”
“I’d like to talk to Ms. Chapman, myself, if you don’t mind, General.” Derek couldn’t believe that Dottie would go willingly with this scum. As foreign ministers went, General Alves was bottom of the barrel. Short, fat, and ugly, Derek towered over the obnoxious little man.
“I don’t think that is necessary, Mr. Moore. Ms. Chapman is resting and you wouldn’t want to disturb her.” The General answered and started guiding him to the door of the suite.
Just then, Derek heard another muffled scream. Pushing the General out of the way, he ran to the bedroom. What he saw there appalled and excited him.
Dottie Chapman was tied to the bed spread-eagle and gagged, naked. Derek quickly grabbed a blanket and covered her while doing his best to untie and ungag her.
“Is this how you treat reporters in your country, General?” Derek demanded. The scum was asking for it now and it was all Derek could do to keep from giving it to him.
The General merely shrugged, as if this was an everyday occurrence to him. Maybe it was.
Derek quickly talked into the microphone attached to his lapel as he unfastened the woman. Undoing the gag, he removed it and wiped the tears from her face with his thumbs. Pulling her to him, he held her, soothing and cuddling her. He had wanted Dottie in his arms, but this was not the way he had planned on doing it.
He continued washing her, kneeling to lift her feet and wash each toe. Moving his hand up, he slid his hands up her leg using both hands to cup her leg, even though he could have wrapped one hand around them, until he came to the apex of her thighs. Looking up into her eyes, he parted her folds and leaned in and licked from her back hole to her clit.
He felt her shudder and put his hands on her hips to steady her. “Okay, baby?”
“Oh God, yes, don’t stop.” She groaned.
“I’ll make it good for you, baby. Hold onto my shoulders.” He felt her brace herself and lifted her other foot to give that leg the same treatment. Again when he reached her thighs, he took another lick.
Still kneeling, he lifted her and turned, sitting her on the built-in bench in the shower. “Spread your legs, love,” he said, pushing her thighs apart and lifting her legs over his shoulders.
“Oh my God, I…don’t stop.” She was melting. When he took her clit in his mouth, her hips arched and she almost came off the bench. If he had not been holding her, she would have.
“Don’t stop, oh…oh,” she moaned, arching even more.
He used his hands to anchor her and ran his tongue around her little button. “Oh God, Dottie, you taste so good, and you’re so hot, baby, I may never stop.” He grasped both buttocks in his hands and lifted her so that she was leaning back against the shower wall with her legs wide over his shoulders. Using his thumbs, he parted her and continued licking and sucking taking her higher and higher.
“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you clench my tongue and taste all your juices,” he said just before he rolled his tongue and put it inside her.
She had never had anyone do what he was doing to her. The minute he put his tongue inside her, the dam broke and her juices flowed, coating his tongue and face.
Lapping at her like a small puppy, he drank everything she gave him, not letting her come down for what seemed like several minutes.
“Oh, Derek, what…oh my…Derek…I…” She couldn’t put a coherent thought together. It just kept going and going until she thought she was going to pass out.
Finally, Derek pulled back and sat back on his heels, a satisfied grin on his face. Knowing he could take a woman to these heights with just his mouth was a personal victory. He wanted to stand and shout to the world that Derek Moore had made Dorothy Chapman come.
Still sitting with her legs over his shoulders, she leaned against the shower wall, panting and trying to catch her breath. She didn’t know what to call what she had had before Derek, but they definitely were not orgasms. This was mind-blowing. She wasn’t sure her limbs were still attached, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to walk.
Derek looked up at her a grin on his face. “You okay, baby?” he asked smugly.
“I’ll never be okay again. That was, I don’t even know how to describe it.” She smiled and tried to move her legs.
“Oh, no, I’m not done yet, baby.” He growled and took her clit in his mouth.
“Ohhh, I don’t think I can again.” She moaned.
“You will, baby, you will more than you ever thought you could,” he said as he dove back in. When he had made her come twice more, he gently moved her legs back down and finished washing her, paying special attention to her beautiful breasts. He would be sucking on them soon.
He carried her out of the shower and dried both of them before carrying her into the bedroom and the king-sized bed. It wasn’t as big as his bed at home, but it would have to do. Sitting on the side of the bed, he stood her between his legs, bringing her bountiful breasts right to mouth level.
“Put your hands on my shoulders and lean forward, love,” he said, his voice dropping an octave and dripping with desire.
She did as he asked and he opened his mouth, taking as much of her breast inside as he could. Reaching around her, he grabbed both her buttocks in his hands and lifted her so that she was straddling him.
Moving his mouth, he instructed, “On, your knees, baby,” so that she was kneeling over his lap with her legs on the outside of his. Leaning back down, he took the other breast in his mouth, sucking and licking her ripe little berries.
“Oh, Derek, that’s so good, don’t stop.” She moaned as he continued his licking and sucking. Moving her hands from his shoulders, she wrapped them around his head, pulling him closer.
“No, baby, leave your hands on my shoulders.” He groaned. He didn’t want to restrain her after what had just happened, but he needed control.
“Oh, yes, don’t stop,” she moaned, not moving her hands.
“Put your hands back on my shoulders, baby,” he said just a little firmer this time.
“What…why…okay.” She looked confused but did as he asked.
“That’s my good girl, now where was I?” He took her breast back in his mouth and moved one hand between them to finger her clit. Her position was perfect and she was rocking back and forth on his cock, making him harder than he had ever been. He was going to have to take her soon.