3. Communicate
3
COMMUNICATE
ROXY
I’d worked around it for a while now, but I’d never fully gotten up the nerve to talk dirty. Sometimes, my brain was screaming for me to erupt from the shy shell I’d been living in for years. Until Nico came along, I hadn’t had a reason to. Gaining the courage to use my words was all the push I needed.
As soon as the sentence left my mouth, his finger slipped inside me. A soft whimper escaped my lips, but I tried to hold back. He withdrew his digit, rubbing my clit before sliding two back inside me, causing my body to arch and my moans to grow louder.
“Your pussy is so soft and tight,” he rumbled in my ear. “Look across the room. You’re being watched.”
My gaze flickered to a couple in the corner fucking. The man had the woman bent over an armchair, thrusting into her from behind. Her mouth was open as she moaned, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Suddenly, he gripped her hair and pulled her head back for a better view. She continued to watch while Nico’s fingers worked their magic on me.
He rolled my nipple between his fingers as he pressed his lips against my neck. “Tell me how it feels.”
Knowing he wanted me to be detailed, I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on the sensations coursing through my body. “It turns me on to know I’m turning you on. Watching them have sex and knowing they’re watching us too, gets me off. I want to suck your cock in front of all of them.” My cheeks flushed hot, and I froze, realizing what I had just said. I turned my head toward him, ready to apologize, but he stopped me.
“How many cocks have you sucked before?”
His question caught me off guard. I’d only slept with my boyfriend twice when I was seventeen, but we broke up a week later. We didn’t do any foreplay besides kissing, and maybe two and a half minutes of fingering before he almost came in his pants and wanted to finish quickly. Besides using toys alone or my own fingers, I never got taken care of properly, and ended up losing my virginity to an idiot who had no control or stamina. My toys fucked me better than him.
“None,” I confessed.
His eyes drifted down to my lips as he stopped his fingers. “None?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Shit,” he muttered. “Stand up.”
Sliding off his lap, I smoothed out my skirt, my top still riding low on my chest.
He reached over and pulled it back up, taking my hand in his wet fingers from my arousal. “Come with me.”
Exiting through the far door, we walked along the back hallway that encircled the private rooms. He guided me until he came to a door. Scanning his black key card, he pushed it open and held it. I stepped inside cautiously. I’d only ever accompanied clients to and from these rooms, never actually entering one myself.
“Sit,” he ordered, and I scanned the space for options.
There were plenty: a bed, a spanking bench, some kind of medieval weightlifting contraption, a couch, a chair, and even a platform with a stripper pole on it. Not wanting to look clueless, I perched on the bench, still unsure of its purpose. “I’ll sit on this weight bench.” Trying to exude confidence, I crossed my knee over the other, then tossed my hair over one shoulder.
Nico raised an eyebrow, trying to hide a smile. “Roxy, we’ve had so many conversations about our experiences, but you never mentioned that you’ve never given a man a blowjob.”
“You never asked,” I retorted with a smirk.
“Yeah, I’ve had you in the rooms almost every night,” he paced in front of me, “and had I known you hadn’t even given a BJ to anyone, I might have approached the lessons a little differently. You have to walk before you learn to run.”
“Oh, please,” I scoffed sarcastically, “I’ve definitely walked . My ex was just a one and done kinda guy. We were both inexperienced and younger, so that’s why I want you to teach me properly.”
“In that case, we should take things slowly,” he suggested.
“No!” I snapped, jumping to my feet. I was tired of being treated like I didn’t know what I wanted.
“Excuse me?” he asked challengingly.
“Don’t you dare! I’ve been ready for so long, craving a man to dominate me, control me, and turn me into his little cum slut. I’ve watched porn!” I yelled. “Hell, I watch live sex here every fucking night and those people are living their best lives! That’s what I want!” I begged and demanded. “I’m sick of not getting fucked hard. I’m tired of not being teased and tortured! And don’t even get me started on how people think I’m innocent and don’t deserve my pussy stretched to its limits! I want to gag on a huge cock for once in my fucking life!” I stopped when I noticed him staring at me with a grin and raised eyebrows.
He took a step toward me, towering over my smaller frame. “Just so you know, it’s not a weight bench,” he clarified. Grasping my right hand, he led me to lie down with my back against the padded surface, securing my wrist with a black leather cuff attached to a short chain and pillar. He repeated the process with my left hand.
“What is it then?” I asked as he lifted my legs in the air and restrained my ankles with matching cuffs.
“This,” he traced his fingers along the post where my left wrist was bound, “is a breeding bench.”
“Oh,” I pursed my lips together. My mind raced, wondering how it would feel at that angle. “So, are you going to breed me?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.
“No,” he leaned in closer to my face, “but I am going to keep you there until you learn how to address me properly, and then I’ll show you how a real man fucks an innocent little girl .” He straightened up, looking down at me with lust in his eyes.
My breath hitched at his words, and my eyes lowered to the enormous bulge in his black jeans. Heat rose between my legs, and I gulped. I wanted him to do just that . And I wanted it now. But I’d never played the games he played before. Innocent little girl? Mmkay. Properly address him? I sighed to myself, wanting to do anything other than disappoint him.
“And how do I properly address you?” I peeled my gaze away, looking back up into his eyes.
He smirked. “I think it’ll be more fun for me to torture you while you figure that out.”