42. LACEY
Chapter forty-two
N ik placed his hands on my hips and pulled me flush to him, his mouth claiming mine in a heated kiss. His palms slid over my curves until they cupped my ass. He held me as if I were something he had paid a fortune for and intended to keep forever.
“How’s my gift?” he murmured, squeezing, the pressure making me achingly aware of the heavy steel nestled inside me. My tightest, most private place was stretched taut. Every movement of his hands on my cheeks nudged the plug’s diamond base, sending erotic tingles through my body.
I smiled, tipping my head just enough to look him in the eye. “It’s not just a gift—it’s my own private little crown. You know, I can’t stop thinking about what you’re going to do to me when we get home…especially when every step makes me feel the stretch, makes me open for you.”
His grin was pure predator—pupils blown wide. I knew that look. It meant I’d be begging for mercy before the night was over.
Nik threaded his fingers through mine and guided me to the rail overlooking the floor below. The private booth wasn’t just elevated—it was perfectly angled so you could watch everything, and everyone, without having to be seen…unless you wanted to be.
He moved to stand behind me, pressing his chest to my back and wrapping his arms around my waist. His breath skimmed my ear as he asked, “Like the view from up here?”
“It’s the best booth in the house,” I said honestly, sweeping my gaze over the sea of bodies. “You can see everyone—and the bar.”
I leaned out over the railing, taking it all in.
“This place is incredible,” I added, still a little breathless. “No wonder it’s impossible to get into.”
Nik’s chin dipped toward the dance floor. “Look there—in the middle.”
I followed his line of sight to a couple situated almost at the center of the dance floor. At first, it seemed like they were just dancing close to one another, but then I noticed the man’s hands were under the woman’s skirt, gripping her ass hard enough to leave marks.
“They should just get a room,” I muttered.
“That would ruin it for them,” Nik said, his tone low and dark. “They’ve just met. The thrill is in the risk of being seen. Watch… They can’t help glancing around.”
Sure enough, they were—eyes darting through the crowd as though they wanted someone to catch them.
The woman’s gaze found us, and she smiled like we were in on their secret.
Then her skirt hitched higher, and the man shifted his stance, guiding her in close until there was no doubt as to what they were doing.
My pulse jumped. I should’ve looked away, but I couldn’t.
Nik narrated the scene in a slow whisper next to my ear, painting every movement in filthy detail until my breath was shallow. When the woman’s head tipped back and she locked eyes with me as her body trembled in climax, I pressed my thighs together hard.
“Holy…fuck,” I breathed. “I didn’t know people actually did that.”
Nik’s lips brushed my neck. “There are a lot of things you didn’t know before me, little lamb.”
He slid his hands down my arms, taking my hands one at a time and bracing them on the rail. His body pinned me there as my hips wriggled back into his.
The heat rolling off him made it impossible to think clearly.
He swept my hair over one of my shoulders, his mouth finding that spot just behind my ear where a kiss melted me. One of his hands stayed planted beside mine on the rail, while the other slipped beneath the hem of my dress and glided up my thigh.
“What are you doing?” I gasped, already squirming. “Everyone can see us up here.”
“That’s the point,” he murmured. “You’re a performer, Lacey. You love having eyes on you.”
I sucked in a sharp breath, the tension in my core pulling tight around the plug. My eyes fluttered closed—
“Don’t you dare close those eyes,” he growled, “unless you want me to bend you over this rail and spank you in front of everyone.”
That threat made my pulse pound harder. My back arched, and my ass shifted back against him without my permission.
His fingers slid higher, then dove under the elastic of my panties.
He twisted the plug’s stud, sending a jolt straight to my clit, then let go and slipped lower to trace my slit.
“Fuck, you’re dripping, Lacey. Hmm, the idea of being watched while I finger you turns you on.
Another fantasy I can unlock for you,” he rumbled.
Once again, he knew just how to light me up, to push me to discover my own personal set of kinks.
The crowd below blurred as heat pooled low in my belly.
He traced a hand over my cheek, up to my hip, and then down my tummy, settling it over my mound.
Pressing his middle finger to my clit, he began to stroke slowly, firmly.
The steel in his pants pushed against the seam of my ass, pressing the plug even deeper, the dual sensations winding me up tighter and tighter until I was biting my lip to keep from moaning.
And then my gaze snagged on a man at the far end of the floor—a man who was staring up at me. His head was tilted, his lips parted, as if he could see exactly what Nik was doing.
My breath caught. I couldn’t look away from him.
Nik’s voice was a dark command against my ear. “Watch the crowd, Lacey…as I make you come.”
The first pulse hit, and I seized the rail, a desperate sound caught in my throat. I clung to it, my knuckles turning white, trying to muffle my cries as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me.
And all the while, I couldn’t stop staring at the man below—until the music surged and he vanished back into the crowd.
Nik’s grip stayed on me, his lips brushing my ear with the promise I knew would ruin me by the end of the night.
My eyes scanned the crowd for any other watchful eyes. Oh God, was the guy playing bass on the stage watching?
I didn’t get the chance to decide. Nik’s other hand slid under my dress, and with a quick yank, one leg of my panties ripped and gave way. Then the other. The shredded lace disappeared into his fist, wadded tight like a trophy.
He didn’t pause, but bunched up the hem of my dress in his hands and raised it to my waist. Now my bare ass was completely exposed to the open balcony.
My heart slammed into my ribs. I started to stand, to yank the dress back down, but he pressed his palm between my shoulder blades, holding me down against the rail.
The sharp crack of his hand meeting my ass cheek made me gasp. The plug shifted inside me, stretching me with a slow, deliberate throb that sent another shockwave through my core.
“Uhh, my needy wife,” he murmured, his growl curling hot against my ear. “This is your stage, and you will perform. Tonight, you won’t deny me any longer. I’m going to fuck that pretty pink hole for everyone to see.”
A shiver of panic rippled through me, tangled with a surge of secret need. “Nik, please…take me home. I’ll give it to you. I swear, I’ll give you my last virginity. But here? I won’t be able to hold back—you know I won’t—and the entire club will know exactly what you’re doing to me.”
The plea didn’t sway him; his face remained set in stony resolve. He was too far gone, lust roiling inside him along with a fierce possessive anger that had been awakened when that man had dared put his hands on me.
“Don’t you move, Lacey,” he whispered hoarsely. I squirmed but stayed bent over, gripping the rail. Deep down, I wanted to give him this. I’d denied him this one thing for too long, and now…now I wanted him to take the last of my innocence in front of this audience.
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw him lift my torn panties to his nose and inhale deeply before pocketing them. He smirked like the devil. “I love seeing your bare ass decorated with that stud,” he said, sliding both hands up my curves and cupping my breasts over the fabric of my dress.
“Seeing your dress hiked up, your glorious ass in the air, and that diamond plug shimmering between your cheeks—sweet mother of Jesus, it might be the best angle of you I’ve ever seen.” His voice dropped to a threat. “Yes…worth every cent. But the appetizer’s over. It’s time for the main course.”
He stepped back just enough to tug off his jacket and roll up his sleeves. His gaze locked on me like a predator savoring the final seconds before a kill. “Fuck,” he rasped, “watching you squirm with the lights of the band silhouetting you—this will be burned into my memory forever.”
Reaching down, he smoothed circles over my ass cheeks before sliding his fingers between them to find the jeweled base of the plug. He twisted it slowly, sending tingles shooting outward as he began to ease it free.
The widest part stretched me with a blunt, insistent pressure, stealing my breath.
I clutched the rail harder, curling my toes in my shoes as it pressed against every nerve, stinging in a way that made my pussy clench.
Then it popped free, gliding out in one slick slide, leaving me shockingly aware of how open I was.
Over my shoulder, I saw him pocket the stud.
With one finger, he traced the stretched rim in slow, possessive circles. “You’re ready to take me,” he said as if it were fact, not opinion.
“I’m…not so sure,” I stuttered.
His palm pushed against my lower back, pressing me into the rail again.
“Focus on the crowd. This is a performance. Make love to the eyes on you. See if you can make the whole place watch as I fuck your little asshole—as I take what’s mine.
I know it’s what you want.” His tone dropped to something rougher, more intimate.
“I may hate anyone else seeing you, my wife, but you’re giving me what I’ve wanted since the first time I had you…
so I’m giving you one of your kinks in return.
This is only for you and me. Make this the scene you imagine when you’re alone, touching that wet little pussy, thinking about me in your ass. ”