30. Willow
Out of thin air, at least it seemed that way, a St. Andrew’s cross appeared in the middle of the dance floor.
Two men in suits and a blonde woman in a white see-through sundress came to stand in front of it, binding her wrists to the cross, and I gasped.
Unable to tear my gaze away from the trio, I watched the two men touch her like their lives depended on it as she writhed against the cross while her wrists remained bound. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, her pussy on display for all to see. Her shoulder straps slid off, exposing her breasts and her perky nipples. She arched and bucked against the restraints. The expression on her face was that of pure bliss as the men’s hands explored her body, hungry and rough.
The blood in my veins burned like an inferno while my skin sizzled with need. I couldn’t breathe, the air too thick, my lungs too tight. In one thrust, one of the men entered her from the front and the other from behind, filling both her holes. The woman’s loud moan could be heard through the glass and over the roaring fire.
My mouth went dry as I watched her. Her moans became piercing, I heard them loud and clear. One of the men wrapped his hand around her neck while the other pinched her nipples, her breathy whimper traveling through the glass.
My own nipples tightened painfully.
“Are you enjoying the show?” Royce’s voice startled me and I whimpered, squeezing my thighs together.
“Yes,” I breathed, my heart racing. A relieved smile broke on his face, squeezing his hand on my thigh. “Do you do this… watch others have sex… all the time?”
His gaze dipped down my body until it settled on my green nail polish. “I do.”
Suddenly I felt parched and my tongue swept over my bottom lip. “Are they always strangers? Or people you—” Fucked.
I hated the idea of any woman here having felt his hands or his lips. Shit, why was I jealous? It wasn’t like we were together then.
And yet.
His gaze rose to mine and there were so many naughty promises in them.
“Whenever I frequented parties like this, I imagined you with me.”
Excitement fluttered inside me. “Y-you want to watch someone else… fuck me?”
Sure, I was adventurous and was up for trying anything at least once, but this was different. Before I could say anything else, he growled, “I already told you, if any man dares come near you with their dick, I’ll slice it off and feed it to them.”
I sighed in relief, then smiled. “You want someone to watch us, then?”
He was up and out of his seat before I could blink. “I want the fuckers to see that the most beautiful woman is with me and know they can’t have her.”
Another large couch, right in front of the glass wall that illuminated the room, would allow everyone outside to watch.
He sat on the side of the sectional, facing me, and I sensed a few eyes on us already.
“It’s like we’re on display… Literally,” I murmured quietly.
He angled his head. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“No,” I admitted, my cheeks heating. My gaze fell down to my nonexistent bump, and I shifted uncomfortably. “It’s just?—”
“It’s just what?” he urged, taking my chin between strong fingers that now I knew could bring me mind-numbing pleasure. It was something that would be impossible to forget.
“I don’t know,” I muttered.
“You do know.”
My hand came to my stomach, to where new life was slowly growing inside me. “My body isn’t what it used to be.”
“It isn’t,” he agreed, my heart sinking. “Your body is even more beautiful.” His magnetic eyes found mine, but I gave him a dubious look. “It’s the reason they are looking. Every man in this place wants you.”
I sucked in a breath, my sensitive nipples pushing against the sheer material of my dress and a shudder rolled through me, arousal pooling between my thighs and the throbbing ache pulsing with need. I crossed my legs, a feeble attempt to get myself together.
His gaze skated down my body like he was aware of the impact his words had on my body. There was an electric current running between us, and the sparks increased when he used a finger to nudge me to uncross my legs.
I kept my knees side by side, pressing my thighs together beneath my skirt, but Royce wouldn’t have it. Each hand on my inner thighs, he spread them open.
“My woman’s pussy is wet,” he growled, sitting back and relaxing in his seat. “Show me and everyone watching us how turned on you are.”
Thoughts vaporized in my brain for a moment. I inhaled a shuddering breath, then tore my gaze away from him, checking to see if anyone was looking at us through the glass window. As I scanned the room, there were more than a few eyes on us.
A light pinch to my thigh had me yelping and my gaze flew back to Royce. “Ouch.”
“I said I want to see your bare pussy. I’m hungry.” More heat poured into my body, and every fiber of me liquified under his watchful stare and filthy words. With trembling fingers, I opened my legs wide, while power and hunger battled in his eyes. “Good girl, now spread the lips open.”
I leaned back on one arm and spread my knees, my heels resting on the edge of the couch, and did as he commanded.
His gaze locked on my pussy, and with each passing second that I was bare to him—and anyone else watching—more arousal pooled at my core, trickling down my inner thighs.
I meant to tease him, but my voice came out too husky. “If you’re hungry, what are you waiting for?”
His gaze flicked to mine, his hand on the back of the couch curling into a loose fist. A raw hunger flared in his eyes, pleased with my boldness.
“Do you want that?” he asked. “For me to eat your pussy and fuck you while everyone watches?”
Royce’s eyes were focused on me, promising to give me whatever I wanted.
“Yes,” I blurted immediately, goose bumps breaking over my skin. As long as Royce was the only one touching me, I wanted to try it all with him.
His smile sent blood rushing through my veins and bubbling with anticipation. He stood up and leaned forward, taking my hand.
“It’s important you know you can stop this whenever you want.” His fingers laced with mine, and he studied me as he said the next words. “I’ll give you pleasure, pain, euphoria. But remember, you’re always in control.” His gaze returned to his fingertips tracing my hand. “The only way this can work is if we trust each other.”
I filled my lungs with air as I considered what he’d said and how to respond. I squeezed his hand and met his darkness.
“There’s nobody I trust more than you, Royce. Whatever your kink… I’m game.” I gave him a lopsided smile. “But for the love of all that’s holy, fuck me already.”
Royce snapped.
One moment I was seated, and the next my palms were pressed against the glass window, and he bent me over with my ass in the air.