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NICO
While Ice Man always stayed by Ian’s side as his personal bodyguard, I was only called in when things got rough. And since Jenna entered his life a few years back, business had picked up quite a bit. But I didn’t mind the excitement; my life was never boring.
Ever since Luxe opened, I spent more time on that side of the club. One reason was to ensure the safety of the employees, but the other reason? Roxy Valentine. After her near-fatal accident, I visited her often and kept her company during her recovery. Our friendship had formed quickly, so it was no surprise that I was thrilled when she returned to the club. What caught me off guard was the change in her; the once somewhat innocent Roxy I knew now had a deep fascination with exploring the darker side of things. And ever since her return, we’d grown even closer.
Knowing this was my preferred way of living, and that I had experience in Dom-sub relationships, she asked for my guidance and help to navigate through the new world. Despite the age difference between us, I couldn’t deny my attraction to her. Yet part of me was hesitant to introduce her to the intense world of BDSM. However, I ultimately decided that it was better for me to show her the ropes, rather than risk someone else taking advantage of her innocence.
We started slowly, with me guiding her through each room and asking how she felt about the various scenes playing out in front of us. She appeared bored with the lower levels of play and always acted uninterested. But a few months after the Luxe opening, she surprised me by asking to join me in the BDSM member’s dungeon, where the sky was the limit. It didn’t take long for her to realize that watching others turned her on, but being watched pushed her over the edge.
Many times, she would sit in my lap as we observed the room, never looking away for a second. I’d ask her what she liked about a particular moment, taking mental notes of things she may want to try in the future if we ever got to that point. Despite our closeness as friends, I’d always see her as fragile. Maybe it was her porcelain skin covered in glitter. She reminded me of the delicate dolls my mother used to keep on top shelves to protect them from my younger sisters, who might accidentally break them. Most importantly, I didn’t want to hurt her in any way.
Lately, she’d been squirming more in my lap while we watched the members. I’d warned her to stop because it only fueled my desire and made me feel crazed at the thought of taking her into a private room and having my way with her. A few times, she came close to touching herself but held back due to her self-consciousness. Once, she told me she was going to cum but stopped herself, scared Ian would get upset at her if he knew.
Now, she was sitting on my lap, watching everyone around us playing. The innocent eighteen-year-old I met years ago was now gone, replaced by a woman who was ready to jump off the edge of her desires, with or without me.
As she leaned against me, her back pressing into my chest, I was unable to resist placing one hand on her exposed stomach. Her hair covered her shoulder, so I pushed it away, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “Can you control yourself tonight?”
“Every night is getting harder,” she admitted, laying her head back on my shoulder. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, drawing attention to her barely covered cleavage.
“Yeah?” I breathed into her ear, gently stroking circles on her stomach with my fingertips.
“Yeah,” she replied, turning her head to meet my gaze.
“Every night we do this, it gets harder for me, too,” I confessed.
“I can tell,” she chuckled, reaching her hands behind my head and running her fingers through my hair. She turned her face toward mine and asked, “When will you take me to a private room?”
“I thought you liked being out here,” I teased, nodding at the others in front of us.
“I do,” she looked back at them, “but I want you to teach me... things.”
“Well, until you can use your words,” I challenged, “you’re not ready.” Slowly, I lowered my hand and continued teasing her soft skin. My fingers dipped under the elastic hem of her short, black skirt. “How wet are you tonight?”
For the first time since our friendship began, I pushed my own boundaries and was ready to give her what we had both been wanting for so long. My middle finger slid into her slit and strummed up and down. She moved her hips in response, trying to coax my fingers inside her. But I wasn’t finished teasing her yet. I wanted her to beg for release.
I massaged her clit in a circular motion, savoring the wetness that coated my fingers. Unable to resist, I brought them to my lips and tasted her, breathing in her intoxicating scent. She watched me with wide eyes, her lip caught between her teeth. My gaze flicked to her mouth, and I couldn’t hold back from kissing her any longer.
With my finger still under her chin, I leaned in closer and brushed my lips against hers, reveling in their softness. I slid my fingers into her hair behind her head and pulled her toward me, placing a small kiss on her lips.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded in a low voice, “but no cumming.”
Obediently, she lowered her hand into the top of her skirt.
“Do you want to show them while you do it?”
There was a moment of hesitation before a mischievous grin spread across her face. She pulled her hand out of her skirt and lifted it to reveal her exposed pussy. With my eyes fixed on her for a moment, she began stroking herself.
I deepened our kiss, sliding my tongue into her lips as she melted into me. Taking control, I explored every inch of her mouth while she moaned softly. With one hand still holding onto the back of her head, I used the other to pull down her silky black top, exposing her breasts for everyone in the room to see.
I massaged her delicate flesh, pulling her tongue into my mouth to suck it. Her moans grew louder, her hips moving faster before I broke our heated kiss.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” I muttered against her ear.
“I… I feel so close.”
“Tell me what you want,” I commanded.
“I want to… I want you to finger me and give me my first orgasm in front of… them.”
Smiling, I was almost proud of her, but there was still so much I wanted her to say. So much I knew she needed to say. She was teetering on the ledge of opening up and finding herself. I was just present to guide her. It was up to her to fall off the edge and I’d be there to catch her, leading her through it all along the way.
“I know you have even dirtier thoughts than that,” I teased. “Just look around you. What exactly do you crave?”
“I want... no. I need ,” she whimpered as she picked up the pace of rubbing herself, “for you to fuck me with your fingers in front of everyone in this room, making me cum hard, just for you.”