Chapter 20 #2
“Please,” I whimper, not even embarrassed at how needy I sound.
He stills his movements before he leans down and speaks into my ear. “You want me to touch you while all these people watch?” I gulp, and he asks before I can answer, “You want me to fuck you right here? Or put you on your knees and fuck your mouth while we have an audience?”
There’s an edge to his voice, a hardness. Like he’s angry.
“No. But I’m going mad.” My voice is almost a whine. “Please.”
His hand splays over my stomach. It’s large and strong, and I want him to move it upward to cup my breast. Something. Anything.
“You look fucking amazing tonight,” he growls, and goosebumps erupt over my skin. “I must send the designer of this dress a thank you, because there isn’t a man or woman in this room who isn’t staring at you, siren.”
His hand tracks upward, his thumb brushing the inside of my breast. “They all either want to fuck you or be you.”
“I…” I swallow with difficulty because it seems all the moisture in my body is pooling between my legs. “I highly doubt that.”
His hand shifts again, and his thumb lightly brushes over my rock-hard nipple under the hollowed-out lace panel of the dress. A guttural moan falls from my lips. “So fucking responsive for me, aren’t you, siren? And you’re wrong. Look around the room.”
I scan the room, seeing that many people are looking at us. “They’re looking at you; wanting you.”
“Can they have me?”
A wave of emotions floods me. “No,” I say sharply.
Jesus, where the hell did that jealousy and fury come from?
His thumb brushes over my covered nipple again. “Good answer, siren. Come with me.”
He moves like he’s actually a wolf—sure and lethal—and takes my hand, leading me toward a door. This door isn’t the same one we went through the other night, but I know wherever he’s taking me, there will be pleasure and pure ecstasy. Like I’m Pavlov’s dog, I’m already trained, panting, and wet.
My wolf tightens his hand around mine and leads us through the door.
We don’t come out into a hallway, though; it’s more like a large waiting room that has multiple doors off it.
The music from the main room is piped in here, just a bit quieter.
Once we’re inside the room, he releases my hand and walks to an electronic tablet that is mounted on a pedestal.
He taps the screen, pauses to read whatever’s displayed, then walks back to me.
He’s gorgeous. A taut, ripped beast underneath that sinfully perfect suit that’s prowling toward me. A real wolf in human form.
“Come, beautiful.”
Oh, dear lord, I hope I’m going to come. And soon. I might pass out from the ache of need that rages through me.
He takes my hand and leads us to the middle door. After he types in a code on the panel beside it, we enter an empty room. There’s no sound in here except for our movements and breathing. It’s a bit disconcerting after all the noise in the main room.
There’s a low L-shaped sofa in the center of the room, but nothing else.
He sits down, pulling me with him and positioning me beside him. I’m right beside him, the sides of our bodies and legs touching, but I’m surprised that he didn’t position me on him.
I mean, we are alone in here.
Before I can ask or say anything, my attention snaps to the wall in front of us. What I had first thought was a dark wall when we walked in is actually a window that lets us see into the room on the other side of the glass.
Sweet Jesus.
A naked woman is strapped to an X-shaped structure, just like the one in the private room the other night. Both her wrists and ankles are secure, holding her to the structure.
“That’s a St. Andrew’s Cross,” my wolf explains.
Desire pours over me, thinking of why we’re here.
He seemed pleased that I liked to watch out in the main room, and that it turned me on.
However, when he brought up the idea of him touching me, us doing the dirty things that I’ve been fantasizing non-stop about for days, in the open where people could see us, it was like it angered him. Made him possessive.
A sick thrill zaps through me, shooting straight to my core at the thought of him being so possessive of me.
“Can they see us?” I ask, my eyes riveted on the room and the scene beyond the glass. The woman bound to the cross is blindfolded, and the man lightly grazes his fingers over her skin.
“No,” my wolf says, leaning into my neck. The leather of his mask brushes over my skin. “They like to be watched and know someone is watching them right now. I brought us into this room because you seem to enjoy watching.”
“You…” I gasp as his hand falls on my leg, exposed by the high slit in my dress. “You don’t want anyone to watch us, though.”
“Correct.” His hand tracks higher. “No one gets to see what’s underneath this dress. No one gets to see the pleasure etched on your face as you come.”
“What if that’s what I wanted?” I test, and his hand stills. “Is that a hard limit for you?”
His entire body has stiffened. The first time we were together, he told me his only hard limit was kissing.
I continue to watch the scene play out in the other room; the man is now fingering the woman and teasing her breast, and she has a look mixed with both pleasure and frustration.
Which I can entirely relate to at the moment because I’m so needy. I love the feel of my wolf’s hand on my thigh, but I want more. So much more.
“Is that what you want?” he growls. “To have an audience while I fuck you?” He sounds angry again, but like he’s trying to control it.
I bite my lip and finally turn to look at him. “No,” I whisper. “I’m just trying to figure this out.”
He leans his masked forehead against mine.
“Don’t think; just go with how you feel and what you want.
” He pulls back, looking into my eyes, and the sense of familiarity hits me again.
He’s staring right into my soul, I’m sure of it.
“And if it’s to fuck out in public, with everyone watching, then we’ll do that. ”
“But it’s a limit for you.” I’m not sure why I’m even pushing the matter because I don’t want that. “You shouldn’t do what isn’t comfortable for you or what you don’t want.”
He trails his finger between my breasts, in the valley between them, but not touching them. Tortured pleasure fills me, and I fight to stay still and not take his hand and put it where I want it.
“I’ll do anything you want if it means I’m with you, siren.”
Suddenly, the woman’s cries fill the room, as if the speaker was turned up loud. My eyes shift to the couple beyond the glass. Finding their pleasure, together, just the two of them, but knowing someone is watching.
“I want only you,” I say honestly. “Just you and me.”
His strong body eases, and he trails his finger down between my breasts again. “Lie back, siren, and watch them.”
My pulse accelerates. “And then what?”
“And then I’m going to eat your delicious, dripping cunt.”