Chapter 44 Sir
SIR
LILY
I run my hands down my sides as I take in my reflection in the mirror, smiling as I watch Sebastian tie the strings of my black lace mask behind my head.
It completes my outfit, which is a blood red corset and a leather skirt so short it may as well be non-existent.
Annika and Imogen took me shopping yesterday, and I’d allowed them to convince me to expand my selection of sexy outfits further.
It’s been a month since we’ve been back in Brisbane, and tonight is the first club night since the one I snuck into. This time, though, I’ll be attending as an invited guest.
I’ve recently commenced a three month intensive dance course, and it has felt so good to finally have something to fill my days.
But it’s also meant that I’ve been too exhausted to explore my interests further.
We’ve played with others a few times since we decided to start down the whole relationship path.
But for the most part, I’ve been content just to have him put my body through it’s paces each night when we collapse into bed together.
So tonight is my first chance to explore properly, and anticipation buzzes through me, mixed with a healthy dose of anxiety.
Sebastian finishes securing the mask into place, then presses a kiss to my shoulder.
“You look absolutely sinful, Lily,” he murmurs, trailing kisses along my skin as he moves his lips up towards my ear.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, sir,” I reply, turning to face him so I can slide my hands up his chest before clasping them behind his neck.
It had taken all my self control not to climb him like a tree when he’d walked in moments ago wearing a black suit and dress shirt with the top button undone. It’s all very sexy, business-chic, and apparently does all sorts of things to my libido.
“I swear to god, hearing you call me that makes me want to do all sorts of wicked things to you,” he groans, before kissing me hungrily.
“Keep that up, and we won’t make it downstairs,” I say breathlessly when we come up for air.
“Oh, we’ll make it.” He slides a hand up beneath my skirt, swiping his finger through my already soaked pussy. “But I want to be responsible for the first of your multiple, screaming orgasms tonight.”
He pushes his finger inside me, and I grip his biceps to keep myself upright as a moan rips from my lips. He claims my mouth again as he fucks me with his fingers and applies pressure to my clit with his thumb.
Perhaps it’s the anticipation of what the night has in store, or just that my body is so attuned to his touch, but I’m coming within a minute, my cries muffled by his hungry lips on mine.
“Fucking perfection,” he murmurs, pulling back to watch me pant as I try to catch my breath.
“You are way too good at that.”
He chuckles, smoothing my poor excuse for a skirt down my hips. “Come on, Angel. Let’s go play.”
Across the room, Daniel is pretending not to watch as Sebastian buries his face between Kresta’s thighs while she writhes on the bed on the stage.
But I don’t miss the way his jaw clenches, or how his hand tightens around his beer bottle when her eyes lock on his.
He’s been back a few times since my last trip to Sydney, but he’s kept his distance from the striking blonde.
I know there are feelings that he’s denying.
It’s just a matter of time before he finally caves and goes after what he wants.
I look away from my best friend, not wanting to focus on him tonight when I want to let loose.
“Hey, you,” Annika purrs, coming to stand beside me.
She’s dressed in the black lingerie that all the sex workers wear when working, with her long brown hair flowing down her back in loose waves.
In short, she’s fucking stunning, and there’s no missing the way that Connell is watching her from where he’s stationed near the entrance to the large space.
“Hey. Where’s the couple that you were assigned to?” I ask, noting her current solo status.
She smirks and jerks her head towards the side of the stage, and I follow her amused gaze.
I guess her couple was eager to get started. They’ve been here less than ten minutes and are already naked, with the woman on her knees in front of her husband, his cock sliding between her lips as she jerks off the naked man standing beside them.
“So I guess you’re free to play now, then?” I ask, watching as she scans the room, taking in the groups watching the show on the stage.
Some are already fucking, while others are still in the foreplay stage.
My gaze lands on Declan, who I hadn’t noticed slip in earlier.
Dante has him pressed against the wall opposite where I’m standing, his lips pressed to the gorgeous lead singer’s throat.
Both men are shirtless, with two women in their underwear making out beside them.
Not sure if that’s about to become a group event, or if Declan is going to be taking the French-Canadian for a spin to see if his cock is as addictive as Sebastian’s.
My attention is brought back to Annika as she chuckles, her eyes lighting up as she runs her gaze over me. “You offering?”
I swallow quickly, my mouth suddenly dry. “Uh… Maybe?”
She reaches to tuck my hair behind my ear, a small smile playing across her lips. “How about we just dance for a bit?”
I nod quickly. “That I can do.”
She tugs me towards the dance floor, and we begin moving in time with the seductive music playing on the speakers.
On the stage, Kresta let’s out a moan, just loud enough to hear over the music, and I keep my eyes trained on Sebastian’s as he continues fucking her with his tongue as she shudders before him.
The heat in his gaze as he watches me is hot enough to set my underwear on fire. If I was wearing underwear. Annika watches us both with a smirk before taking my hand and turning me so that I’m facing him with my back pressed to her chest.
“Watch your boyfriend do what he does best, Lily,” she murmurs, pressing her lips to my throat, and a shiver runs through my body.
As she slides her hand beneath my skirt, I allow myself to relax and lean back into her embrace with my eyes locked on my beautiful boyfriend. A man I’m so very grateful to for introducing me into this world of freedom and pleasure, free of judgement.
And it’s one hell of a rush.