Chapter 9 #2
“I want them to see you and your pretty cunt. I want them to know how wet they make you when they look at you.” He leaned close, his voice rumbling with depraved promises. “I want them to feel it.”
The meaning of his words hit me with dual waves of pleasure and nerves.
He was going to let people touch me. I didn’t know how much, and the question sat on the tip of my tongue, but we’d come so far, and I wanted to make him proud tonight by not asking questions.
I wanted to show him how much I trusted him because I wasn’t ready to say it out loud, making it too real.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You will stay in this position unless I say otherwise. I have let our guests know how much I want to show you off. When someone comes by, I expect you to be on your best behavior.” He leaned back and watched me, his heavy-lidded gaze molten. “Color?”
“Green,” I breathed.
He nodded before gesturing behind me to someone walking by. “A bourbon, please.”
Before the server returned with his drink, someone approached. “That is a beautiful ass, Lucian,” a deep voice complimented. “May I?”
“Of course,” Lucian answered as if the man had asked if he could sit next to him.
A large palm stroked over my curves and gently squeezed.
My senses worked overtime, as if not being able to see him made me highly aware of everything else about him.
His rough callouses scraping against my skin.
His cologne, spicy and sweet. The amount of space his hand covered.
I took it all, trying to piece together what he might look like, then realizing I didn’t care.
I sucked in a breath when his thumb drifted lower and tugged, exposing more of my core, snapping me out of getting lost in my thoughts.
“And that pussy,” he rumbled, his thumb sliding closer to my opening. “Already dripping so much cum down these pretty little thighs.”
“Best cum I’ve ever tasted. Sweet, tangy, spicy.”
“May I?” the man asked.
I glanced at Lucian from under my lashes, catching his nod.
Two fingers slid around my clit and up through my folds, barely dipping inside me before pulling out. A deep hum of pleasure preceded an accentuated pop, sliding his fingers from his mouth, tasting me. “Fucking delicious.” Another rumbled groan. “I’ll be back later for more.”
I’d kneeled there for all of ten minutes, and I was already panting like it’d been hours of foreplay. How the hell was I supposed to survive? And what came next?
A couple more guests came by, some only commenting while others touched like the first man.
One woman kneeled behind me so she “could taste it from the source.” I’d moaned and pushed back, chasing her mouth as she pulled away.
I’d never had another woman touch me, but I realized I was missing out when, with only two slides of her tongue and a quick suck of her lips, I almost came right then and there.
I’d glared at Lucian when I heard him chuckle after he saw the desperate move, earning me a devious smirk.
“What are the rules if we want to do more than touch?” a new man asked an hour into the night.
“No fucking,” Lucian stated.
I jerked my wide-eyed gaze to him, but found him looking at the man behind me.
I didn’t know what I expected, but a part of me braced for another man’s cock inside me.
I’d said I was okay with it, but now that he’d taken the option away, I could admit that a part of me was relieved.
The part of me that only wanted to feel Lucian stretching me wide and no one else.
“No blow jobs. No anal play. You check with me before she moves.”
“For her? I can follow those rules.”
“Good.”
A hand rested against my ass, squeezing as the other slid up my thigh.
I held my breath, waiting for him to touch me more intimately than gentle strokes just out of reach of where I needed them.
“I’ll lick this pussy until she screams,” he said, finally sliding his thumb over my slit. “I bet she’s fucking wild when she comes.”
My body froze—muscles clenched; lungs stopped. Lucian sat up, noticing the change, but I spoke before he could interfere. “Red,” I wheezed.
“Back away,” Lucian ordered, his voice like cold steel.
“Of course.” The man complied, his tone losing the playful lust from a moment ago.
He pulled his hands back, and I sucked in a deep breath.
“Aspen?”
“Red,” I said again.
“We’re done here. Please leave,” Lucian said to the man. He brushed his hand through my hair and cupped my cheek, blocking out everyone around us. “Sit up, princess.”
I complied, but struggled to meet his eyes. Now that the man was gone, I replayed the comment, and my cheeks heated, embarrassed for my likely overreaction.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered.
“Don’t apologize for using your safe word if you needed it,” he stated before gently asking, “What happened?”
I shook my head. “It’s silly now that I think about it.”
“If you felt the need to use your safe word, then it’s not silly, and I don’t want it to happen again. So, I need you to talk to me. Your pleasure and comfort are all that matter to me. I can’t take care of you if we don’t communicate.”
Rolling my lips between my teeth, I struggled to push past my own reprimanding thoughts because he was right.
And, as I chose to do earlier, I trusted Lucian.
I needed to trust him with this. “It was the whole wild comment. How he said he bet I was wild when I orgasmed. It was…it was what my boyfriend’s friends said whe-when—”
“Okay,” Lucian cut in. “Thank you for sharing that with me. Sometimes, even simple things we didn’t account for can trigger a reaction.
Everyone has different experiences that can make them uncomfortable.
Your reaction was valid, and I’m proud of you for using your safe word.
” He framed my face in both hands and tilted my head, making it impossible to avoid his stare.
“Would you like to take a break or stop?”
I met his gaze, and a fracture cracked open in my chest.
It was the same expression he wore when he looked at his godfather. That same devastating softness and concern, threaded with an unspoken promise that he would make everything better, if only I let him.
And God, I wanted to.
I wanted so much when he looked at me like that—so much that I couldn’t have.
But I could have tonight. “I want to keep going.”
His deep brown irises melted into warm chocolate threaded with pride—and I melted with them.
“What now, Sir?”
A growl rumbled in his chest as his thumb traced my lips. “A drink, and then back in position.”
He had ensured I drank water frequently between touches, but now he lifted his own drink to my lips. I held his stare and swallowed, loving the clench of his jaw when he watched my tongue slick across my lips before falling back to my elbows.
Five minutes passed before a familiar deep voice returned. “I’m ready for more.”
His timbre sent a surge of burning need down my spine. My core squeezed around nothing, wanting more. He’d been the first man of the night and the most memorable.
“More what?” Lucian asked.
“More of whatever I can have.”
Lucian repeated the rules he had to the last person, with the addition of ensuring they didn’t use the word wild, and relaxed back into the couch with his arm draped across the back, waiting for the man to make his move.
Warmth spread through me at the care behind his new rule, wrapping around my chest and settling deep. But the feeling barely settled before anticipation sparked hot beneath my skin, each passing second tightening the coil, wondering where our guest would touch first.
I gasped as the man hummed, dragging his fingers up the back of one thigh and down another, missing everything in between craving to be touched.
“I’d like permission to move her onto her back. I love the feel of a woman’s thighs on either side of my shoulders.”
Biting my lip, I waited for Lucian’s response. Something about this man brought me to the edge of demanding more—more of something I wasn’t even sure I could have.
“Princess…come here and sit pretty,” Lucian ordered.
I crawled across the ottoman to the couch and sat beside him, keeping my eyes on him. I waited until I sat back before finally facing the man Lucian was allowing to touch me.
He was tall and muscular underneath his long-sleeved shirt and slacks without being bulky.
His eyes wrinkled from his lopsided smile, adding more youth than his wavy salt and pepper hair indicated.
He kept his hazel eyes on mine as he dropped to his knees, ready to fulfill every daddy fantasy a girl could have, watching me like I was going to fulfill every little girl fantasy of his.
Fuck. Yes.
I hadn’t seen the faces of anyone who touched me, but I wanted to believe they were all as sexy as him.
The leather couch creaked under Lucian’s weight as he adjusted, turning to his side and resting his arm above my head.
“I’m going to eat your pussy now, sweetheart. Would you like that?” the man asked.
I nodded eagerly, breathing, “Uh-huh.”
He huffed a laugh and wrapped his hands around my thighs, tugging my ass to the edge of the couch. He peppered soft, sucking kisses and bites up my thighs, flooding me with heated anticipation.
Then, he was there, making it worth the wait.
I cried out as his tongue pushed through my slit, licking me from opening to clit. He moved around the strand of gems acting as panties, using them to add another layer of sensation as he flicked them back and forth across my bundle of nerves.
Just like he wanted, I clenched my thighs around his shoulders, only for him to pin them wide for him to feast.
He worked his mouth, tongue, and fingers in, out, and all around my cunt until my body vibrated with the need to come. I buried a hand in his gray locks, holding him to my grinding core as my other reached out, finding Lucian’s tense, muscular thigh.
Faster and faster.
More and more
Hotter and hotter.
God, I just wanted to come.
I just wanted.
I just … couldn’t.