Chapter 10
The bar was almost entirely dark, but beneath the glass floor glowed dozens of pink neon strips, illuminating high heels and bare legs and turning already pretty faces cruelly beautiful. Tabby thought of the neon sign on her bedroom door. Is that why Toby had chosen this place? Had he put that much thought into this?
She hadn’t expected to go out. Last night, he’d told her she was going to his house. Yet at the end of her appointment, Neve had handed her another slip of cream paper, and she’d found out he wanted to meet her somewhere called ‘Prism.’
Leave your tattooing things in the car, he’d written. The taxi will take them to my place.
So, she’d transferred her phone and money into the seashell clutch and, half convinced she’d never see it again, left her heavy duffel in the taxi. And now she was in pink neon Prism, wearing a Met Gala dress and standing by the silver ‘please wait to be seated’ sign.
“Damn, girl. Looking good.”
She turned to see a friendly, longhaired dude grinning at her. Feeling entirely in the mood to be appreciated, Tabby smiled back. “Cheers.”
“Anytime. Great dress.”
The guy wandered off, and she kept smiling. It wasn’t just that he’d thought she was hot; it was that the whole world felt friendly tonight. She felt friendly. Loose, flexible, and ready. She bounced on her toes like a prize-fighter, more than prepared for whatever fantasy lay ahead.
A tray of cocktails whirled past, and she realised she didn’t want one. The champagne from Steel Gloss had long since worn away, and for the first time in a long time, she didn’t want to top up. Things didn’t need to get better, and she didn’t want to go numb. Everything was perfectly exciting the way it was.
She caught sight of her reflection in a dark windowpane and was struck all over again by how different she looked. Older and more together. She touched her brown hair, her tattoos confirming that it belonged to her.
She’d thought dyeing her hair a normie colour would make her feel flat, but it didn’t. The future seemed incredibly wide all of a sudden. Malleable. If she didn’t have to have blue hair to be interesting, what else could she get away with?
Maybe I won’t drink anymore,she thought, thrilled at the mere suggestion. Maybe I’ll give Hannah the rest of my weed and start running. Fuck it, maybe I’ll finally do that trial week at Pilates Republic. I could go to yoga! I could buy activewear!
A platinum-haired hostess appeared. “Hi. Do you have a reservation?”
“Ah, possibly? I’m meant to meet Toby Tennant?”
The hostess checked her iPad and smiled. “Right this way.”
Tabby was led through the neon-lit bar, and she beamed at patrons as she went past. Her stomach squirmed a little, but she forced her smile wider. Relax, baby girl, you got this.
The hostess pulled back a black velvet curtain and revealed Toby, devastatingly handsome, in a white shirt. Time seemed to wind up and back as he looked at her; his gaze moved from her hair to her chest to the upper midriff exposed by the dress’ strategic cutaway. Then his jaw clenched, and his eyes—navy in the neon pink light—narrowed.
Tabby loved that look. When a man wanted you so badly, he was almost furious. Like, ‘How dare you do this to me?’ It called to some wild part of her that wanted nothing more than to be thrown over a cave wall and taken. And no guy had ever given her ‘Fuck you, bend over’ vibes like she was getting from Toby right now. Unable to help herself, she put a hand to her hair. “Like it?”
Toby spared her a curt nod before turning to the hostess. “A bottle of Mo?t, please?”
“Of course,” she said. “Anything else?”
“I’ll have a lime and soda, thanks,” Tabby chipped in. She placed her clutch on the table and slipped into the chair across from Toby.
The hostess swished the velvet curtain closed, sealing them off from the rest of the bar, alone and not alone in this pretty pink place. Toby glared at her across the lacquer table, that same hot, accusing glare that made her want to dance. His shirt was open at the throat, exposing his collarbones, and there was stubble along his jaw. It aged him the way having brown hair aged her, and suited him beautifully. Gone was the sweet, pretty boy she’d once known. Here was a man.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Toby demanded.
Tabby touched her pretty new rainbow nails to her chest. “Me?”
Another curt nod.
“All I’ve done is order a beverage and take a seat, Toby. Is that not what you want?”
“No.” He pointed to his lap. “Here.”
“You want me to suck you off in the booth?”
Something close to humour flashed in Toby’s eyes, but he didn’t smile. “Get over here.”
“‘Here,’ where?”
He held out a hand, scowling as though she was already late. The arrogance of the gesture made Tabby’s heart hammer against her tits, but she didn’t put her palm to his. Instead, she slid out of her chair and walked to his side of the table, balancing carefully in her brand-new heels. “Shall I sit next to you?”
Toby leaned back in the booth, and she noted how powerful his thighs looked in his blue suit pants.
“You’ll sit right here,” he growled.
“And if I don’t?”
He eyed her up and down as though considering whether it was even worth answering. “I’ll tear your fucking dress off.”
She rocked a little in her heels. “That could be fun...”
Toby looked away as he lifted his palm higher. “Now.”
Tabby’s stomach shimmered, and she placed her fingers on his. The sparks that flickered up her wrist were so intense she was surprised the neon lights didn’t blow, sending them into darkness.
Toby half-dragged her onto his thighs, clasping her lower back and shifting her so she sat directly in the cradle of his lap. His cock was hard, and when he pushed it against her ass, she loosed a breath. He swept her hair over one shoulder, exposing her neck. Then he leaned low and kissed her there, the sandpaper of his stubble scraping skin that had never felt so sensitive. “You wanna play with this big cock tonight?”
“I…”
The length pressing into her ass was issuing its own demands, grinding into her.
Tabby’s nipples tingled against the reinforced satin bodice. She could feel herself softening between her legs. She’d wind up with a wet spot if she wasn’t careful.
“It’s okay, Tabitha. You don’t have to tell me. I know you do. You want me to pull it out, don’t you?” Toby’s lips brushed her ear, making her pussy clench as his hand moved under the slit in her dress and onto her thigh, dangerously close to her freshly waxed pussy.
Feel me, Tabby thought. Feel how smooth I am.
“If I put my fingers where you want them, we both know what I’ll find,” Toby said. “You’re all wet and aching for dick, aren’t you?”
She nodded, dimly aware that the hostess would return with their drinks at any second.
Toby rasped his cheek over her jaw as though marking her. “Did you enjoy your day out?”
It was hard to remember anything before… ten seconds ago… but Tabby tried. “I, uh, yeah. It was nice. Relaxing.”
“Good. Now, thank me.”
“Huh?”
“Say, ‘Thank you for my nice, relaxing day out.’” Toby’s voice was so rough it was like it had also grown stubble.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
The hand on her thigh tightened. “‘Thank you, Toby.’”
She was dripping, the silk of her arousal sliding slowly to her ass. She was definitely going to ruin this dress. “Thank you,” she muttered. “Toby.”
“Good girl.”
His mouth was centimetres from hers, and Tabby’s lips tingled in anticipation of a kiss, yet part of her was worried. They were visually hidden behind the curtain, but the music wasn’t loud enough to block out the people talking around them. And if she could hear them, they could hear her. If things got hotter, she didn’t trust herself to keep quiet.
But when Toby’s mouth touched hers, she stopped caring about anything. His tongue flicked across hers, and her brain fogged, more than willing to let anything happen, right here and right now and damn the noise.
Then he stopped kissing her, releasing her thigh and reaching for his scotch. He took a swig over her shoulder, his free hand moving across her stomach, holding her fast to his erection. Tabby closed her eyes, trying not to whimper. In the taxi, she’d wondered if she looked so hot she could take him down a peg or two, but if anything, Toby’s attraction seemed to be making him act even more like a pig, and she… loved it. Her headspace was pure submissive, ready and willing to do whatever he wanted. Praying she’d get to do whatever he wanted.
“Evening.” A new waiter pushed through the curtain, clean-shaven and curly-haired. He presented them with a bucket of champagne on ice, two glasses and her lime soda. “Would you like me to open the bottle for you?” he asked.
“Sure,” Toby said as his hand moved from her belly to just below her left breast.
Tabby’s heart stopped dead. Surely, he wasn’t going to?—
His thumb moved upward, subtly stroking the hard peak of her nipple, and she had to clench her teeth to keep from gasping. The waiter extracted the Mo?t from the ice bucket, tactfully looking away as Toby continued to toy with her nipple as though he had every right to do it. Tabby’s face glowed with shame, but she couldn’t help shifting against him, wishing the hard length of his cock was inside her, moving slowly while the waiter stood unaware, peeling the wrapper from the champagne. She bit her lip, praying she didn’t look as turned on as she felt.
“Busy night?” Toby asked the waiter as the cork popped.
“Pretty busy. But, good-looking crowd.”
“That must make it easier…”
“Definitely.” The waiter’s gaze found hers, and shock mixed with something Tabby barely had the awareness to process. Hunger. Then he hurriedly looked away, pouring champagne into their glasses.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Toby said casually.
The waiter’s nervous expression melted into a wolfish smile. “Yeah.”
Tabby froze. Was this Toby’s plan? To tag team her in Prism alongside this curly-haired staffer? The thumb working her nipple felt twice as obvious, and she allowed herself a tiny whimper as she imagined Toby and the waiter taking turns, commenting on her body as they fucked her mouth, her pussy, her ass. Congratulating themselves on finding someone to service both of them…
“Cheers, mate,” Toby said. “Have a good night. We won’t be needing anything else.”
“Sure.” The waiter’s gaze flashed over her face, and Tabby had to look away, mortified by her thoughts.
“You too,” the waiter said, and with a last look at her tits, he left.
Toby laughed softly as he continued to massage her nipple. “Did you like that?”
“I… I’m…?”
“Too turned on to talk?” he clasped his free hand to her chin, turning her to face him. “What’s going on inside that pretty head of yours? Are you nervous? Do you think I’m going to share you around?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“You’re such a little slut, aren’t you, Tabitha?”
Heat surged through her, and she nodded dumbly—his mindless sex puppet.
“Yeah, you are,” he said. “But I don’t think things’ll go that way. I think we’re going to drink and talk until I put you on all fours and fuck you like I just broke out of prison.”
Oh God, yes, please.
“Can I-I… get a timeline on that?” Tabby stammered.
“It’ll happen when I say it happens.”
Her pussy fluttered impatiently, but she knew better than to issue demands. “I can wait.”
He laughed again, low and mean. “What you can do doesn’t matter. You’re here for me.”
Tabby whimpered as he pinched down on her nipple.
“People screw in here, you know,” he said in a conversational voice. “That’s an unwritten rule. There are no cameras, so you can do whatever you want.”
Tabby swallowed. So, Prism was some kind of sex bar. That explained the discreet front door and the heightened energy of the place. The guy openly complimenting her dress and the waiter’s stares. Her excitement mixed with a low pulse of nerves. She’d been at a few parties where things had gotten out of hand, but she’d never done anything like this. She wondered if Toby had been to Prism before and stiffened, hating herself for wondering it. Of course, he had. This was Toby 2.0. He’d probably fucked a million girls at this bar. One after another.
“What’s wrong, Tabitha? Jealous about who I might have already screwed here?”
Hating how well he could read her, Tabby reached for the soda water. The glass was heavy in her hands, and she drank fast, wanting to quench her parched tongue and throat.
“Oh, don’t be jealous, Tabby-tabs,” Toby said, his palm returning to her leg. “You’re the hottest bitch to ever step into this place, bar none.”
She hated herself all the more for the thrill that went through her at his words. The compliment. The patronising little nickname. She put down her glass.
“Did you get drooled on, walking through here with your big tits bouncing for every man to see?”
The hardness in Toby’s voice demanded an answer.
“Yes,” she said, very aware of her newly dampened mouth. “A guy said he liked my dress.”
“My dress. And did you like them all looking at you? Trying to rearrange themselves through their pants because you got them hard right in front of their wives?”
“Yes,” she whispered, unable to remember if it was true. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was Toby. His voice was as velvet as the curtains, his hand vast against her thigh. He pushed his palm across her lap and between her legs, cupping her through her dress. “You won’t be fucking any of them, though, will you, Tabitha?”
She shook her head.
“You’ll be fucking me. When I say so, you’ll pull up your skirt and push your little pussy right back onto my cock, won’t you?”
She nodded, her chest and arms flashing with goosebumps.
“Yeah, you will, and then you’ll work your hips, trying to get me as deep as you can as fast as you can. Make that ache go away.”
She nodded, thoughts gone, head empty. Who cared if he was mocking her? Who cared if he fucked her in a public place? Why would it even matter?
He kissed her neck, stubble scraping down her skin once more. If he kept doing it, he’d leave a rash. But she wanted that—all the marks.
“So,” he said. “You’ve got a boyfriend.”
No, but it wasn’t a question; it was a starter pistol, transitioning them into the fantasy about the kind of woman she was and why she was here. Toby’s hand was still deep between her legs, caressing her through the satin.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I’ve got a boyfriend.”
“What’s he like?”
Shit.Tabby scanned her memory and settled on Conor of the Sparkling Whine fuckup. They’d only slept together a couple of times, but if she needed a fake boyfriend to humiliate, there was no one she’d rather cuck. “He’s, um, tall with light brown hair. An events manager.”
Toby’s teeth sank hard into her shoulder. “I know him. Conor, right?”
Hearing the name come out of Toby’s mouth made her shudder with vicious exposure. Of course Toby remembered Conor. He remembered everything. “Yes. Conor.”
She felt Toby smile, the flats of his teeth pressing into her skin. “Of course he’s okay with another man fucking his girl. Surprised he’s not here right now, lubing up my cock for me.”
Tabby’s head was swimming so deep she could have drunk the whole bottle of champagne by herself. “I… we need the money.”
“I know you do.” Toby pressed his cheek to hers, his hair soft against her temple. “But you’re here with me now, aren’t you? Bought and paid for?”
“Yes.”
“‘Yes, Toby,’” he corrected. “Say it again.”
“Yes, Toby. Bought and paid for.”
The cock pressing against her ass somehow grew harder. If she could hold still, she was sure she’d have been able to feel his pulse, but she couldn’t stop moving, rocking, imploring his fingers to stop teasing and touch her…
“You’re mine,” Toby said right into her ear. “I say when, I say how and if I say ‘jump,’ you say…?”
“How high?”
“That’s it, sweetness. Now, it’s time to talk details. Did you like going to the salon today? Making yourself all pretty for me?”
“Yes, Toby.”
His fingers pressed between her legs, almost dipping inside her cunt. “Good. You’ll be doing that a couple of times a month. I like you done up for me. I like you soft and sweet and owing me thousands of dollars before I even look at you.”
Thousands of dollars!?Tabby bit back a cry of shock. But really, what had she expected? Places like Serenity and Steel Gloss didn’t spend hours making you over for fifty bucks and a good review on Google Maps. And that wasn’t including the price of her dress or the shoes and bag. Still, Jesus fucking Christ.
“I wanna get fucked six times a week,” Toby said like he was ordering coffee. “I want you to show up at my office, my house, any-fucking-place I want and make me come like your little life depends on it. Understood?”
“Understood,” Tabby repeated. His fingers rubbed circles through her dress, and she spread her legs, needing more. With a dark chuckle, Toby removed his hand. She was about to scream bloody betrayal when it returned, this time under her dress. He lightly brushed her clit, then moved down, sliding two fingers inside her. Tabby bit her tongue even harder.
“I like how desperate you are,” Toby murmured. “I like how I’m doing you two favours: paying your bills and giving your needy little cunt what it wants. Do you agree?”
His fingers shifted, and Tabby nodded frantically, terrified he’d leave her wanting.
“Good.” He added another finger, working all three inside her in unison the way he had in the hallway. “You like it like this, don’t you? Just like before?”
Pleasure swirled through Tabby’s middle, hot and bright as sunshine. Needing an anchor, she gripped the table’s edge so hard her knuckles went white. “Oh…”
Toby laughed. “There’s one more rule, sweetness. Whenever I fuck you, I’m gonna take pictures, videos, whatever I want and send them right to Conor. You good with that?”
“I-Huh? What?”
“I wanna show your pussy boyfriend how you look getting stretched out by a real man,” he snarled. “Let him watch every fucked-up thing I do to you.”
The ugliness of the statement, combined with his driving fingers, made her pussy convulse. Using the table as leverage, she pushed back against him, every bit as needy as he’d accused her of being. Though still painfully aware of the surrounding patrons, she was losing the will to care about screaming, about anything that wasn’t coming. “Oh-okay. You can… do that.”
“Do what? Film me fucking you? Cum on your face and send the proof to Conor? Tell him to go pull himself off while he cries?”
“Y-yes! Oh my God!”
“Toby,” he said in her ear.
“To-by,” she breathed.
“Good girl. Anyway, Conor won’t mind. And if he does, he can always pay back the twenty grand he owes me. I’ll make him do it in cash. Count it note by note while you lick my balls and beg to sit on my cock.”
Her orgasm was close, hovering like a bird of prey. She just needed a tiny bit more. More sensation, more words. “Are you… are you going to make me come while you fuck me? Or do you not care?”
“You can do whatever you want while I’m fucking you, bitch. I don’t give a damn.”
And it was that, the idea that he didn’t even care whether she came or not, that made it happen. She pressed the side of her hand to her mouth and bit down, her juices flowing along Toby’s fingers and onto her thighs.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “Can’t help yourself, can you?”
Tabby shook her head as her orgasm rolled on. Her legs were shaking, and despite his disdain, Toby’s fingers pushed faster and deeper, the sopping noise almost as humiliating as his bored tone.
“Like that?” he muttered. “Wishing it was my dick making you do this?”
Tabby nodded, screwing her eyes shut as she gave herself over to the sensation, moaning in a way that had to be audible to anyone with a functioning cochlear. Sure enough, a man laughed nearby. “Must be that time of night already,” he said.
Her face was scorching, tears prickling in her eyes, and that only made her come harder. It was so good and so bad and so fucking awful. The hottest sex dream brought to life. Her orgasm crested, and when the pleasure became almost excruciating, it finally dimmed. She collapsed back on Toby’s chest, her head lolling on his shoulder.
“We’re not done.”
“I-I know,” she said, gasping for breath. “Can I just please have a?—”
He grabbed her chin again, making her look at him. “What was that?”
“I…” Tabby’s tongue was thick, borderline useless. “I’m sorry?”
He stared at her for a second, taking her in like he’d never seen her before. “Were you about to ask me for something?”
“N-no.”
“Good.”
He smirked that perfect asshole smirk that made her want to punch him in the nose and simultaneously drop to her knees and worship the cock swelling his pants.
“Keep quiet from now on,” he said, tapping a pussy-soaked finger to her nose. “I like you better that way.”
You fucking evil bastard, Tabby thought gleefully.
Toby grabbed his champagne and drained the flute in one, then grabbed hers and did the same thing. It should have been silly, a grown man doing a chug-a-thon, but Tabby had never felt less like laughing. Her pussy was already so eager it was like she’d never come at all.
“Get up,” Toby demanded. “Go stand by the curtain.”
She did, watching as he put both glasses in the ice bucket and moved everything onto the floor.
Straightening, Toby looked down the bridge of his nose at her. “You’re gonna get fucked now. Got that?”
She ducked her head, her heart pounding. “Yes, Toby.”
He clasped her right breast, squeezing it hard. “Looking forward to it?”
“Yes, Toby.”
“Course you are.” He gripped her arm and shoved her face onto the table, the wood cold against her cheek. She listened as he pulled down his zipper, and before she could do more than brace herself, he was on her. His cock was free, the feel of it shockingly hot, even through the satin of her dress.
Anticipation went through her like red wine on an empty stomach. He grabbed her left thigh and pushed her knee onto the table. She was spread open, the thin material of her skirt the only thing protecting her modesty.
“What are you thinking about, Tabitha?”
His breath hazed over her neck, and goosebumps caressed her arms and spread across her chest. “You. You fucking me.”
“Good answer.” He lifted her skirt to her hips, exposing her bare ass, his movements rough but deliberate. She was sure he’d planned this all out, pictured everything beforehand. Now she was here making it real. Another man’s girlfriend. Pussy for hire.
Toby ran a quick finger down her folds, laughing as she shivered.
“You’re an eager little bitch, aren’t you?”
She cringed, the muffled voices seeming to grow louder around them. The danger that any of the people chatting and laughing could push through the curtain and see her was terrifying, and yet the risk was already transmuting into excitement. She’d always been a thrill seeker, and this was the biggest thrill she’d ever sought. Who needed champagne when you could get busted with your ass out in public? It helped that Toby was naked, too, at least partially.
His bare cock slid through her crack, and he tapped it against her ass, leaving wet dots on her skin. “Like that?”
Tabby nodded, cheek squeaking against the table.
“You’ll let me do anything I want to you, won’t you?”
“Ye-hessss.”
The tip pressed into her cunt, and she was so wet she all but sucked him inside her.
“Want me to fill you up? Fuck you with it?”
“Yes, Toby.”
“What’ll you do for it?”
“Anything,” she said honestly. “What do you want? What can I do for you?”
He flattened a palm to her back and pushed her until her chin was on the table. “You can shut up.”
She heard a tearing sound and realised he was opening a condom. How had she forgotten about condoms? But she already knew the answer. The ache between her legs was concerned with nothing more than being filled. Taken the way girls like her were supposed to get taken. Hard and ruthless. Used for all they were worth.
Who are you? She asked herself, but the delicious part was that it didn’t matter. Toby’s latex-covered cock was pressed to her entrance, promising real relief at last. She pushed her mouth against the table and waited for it to happen.
Toby kept her dangling for another long moment, then shoved himself roughly inside her.
“Yesssss,” she moaned, tilting her hips and wriggling back onto his shaft. “Yes.”
Another mocking laugh as Toby’s hands closed around her ass. “That’s it. Get me right where you need it.”
She obliged, pushing back on him as he began to pump.
“You better come fast,” he warned. “Or I’m gonna rip back the curtain and let the whole bar watch instead of just your cuck boyfriend.”
Tabby moaned at the thought of Conor watching her be used for money, powerless to stop it from happening. She arched against Toby as he slammed inside her, barely managing to hold back a scream. He was so big. Had he always been this big? Or was it the fantasy that had her so tight and tender it felt like he was tearing her apart?
Toby drove himself to the hilt and then held there. “Maybe you want that. Give everyone a show? Just say the word, Tabitha. It’s your reputation.”
“No,” she breathed, struggling for stimulation. “Please?”
“We’ll see,” he said, giving her a quick thrust that made her eyes roll back.
“More, please?”
“Okay, sweetness.” He pounded into her, laughing as she writhed against him. “Smile nice and big for the camera. Let your boyfriend see how much fun you’re having.”
He wasn’t filming her, didn’t have his phone anywhere she could see it, but her traitor inner muscles clenched at the thought. Her clit was swollen, and her tits were glowing. The finish line approaching so fast it was embarrassing.
She realised she could hear other sex sounds. The rest of Prism had caught up with her and Toby, and that helped, knowing she wasn’t the only person getting screwed in this place. She looked over her shoulder and found Toby watching his dick slide into her, his blunt interest making the sensation of being fucked ten times hotter.
Then he met her gaze and smiled, cold as ice. “That’s it. It’s inside you, pushing up on all those good places. Now close your eyes and come.”
“No,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t…”
Toby grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face onto the wood. “No more talking. Be a good girl, and come on the nice man’s dick.”
It was so condescending. Disgusting. But his big cock was dragging in and out of her, his thighs slamming into hers, and then she was there, in her body, in her pussy. She was finishing, knees quaking, stomach pulling tight. She pressed her open mouth to the wood, and even tasting bar top couldn’t stop her from coming. She gripped Toby’s dick with every muscle she had, humping back onto him and praying it would never, never end.
“Fuck, you’re loud.” Toby’s hand slid over her face, covering her lips, and she was dimly grateful for the consideration. She’d forgotten everything except her own body. She’d have happily screamed the place down, and she still might because as his pace sped up and his fingers pushed between her teeth, she found herself coming again, tremors driving deep into her bones.
“There you go,” Toby muttered, not sounding happy about it. “Easiest thing I’ve ever done.”
She clenched her jaw until her brain ached, feeling like she was falling apart.
“My turn,” Toby said, smacking her hip. “And I don’t want you squirting all over me, so think about tennis or something, ’kay?”
“Okay,” Tabby mumbled.
She looked over her shoulder at him, watching him fuck her. Toby’s eyes were glazed, his mouth a flat line. He fucked her hard, shoving deep between her legs like she was one of those Japanese jack-off toys. She stared, electrified, as his lips pulled into a snarl. “You’ve got a good grip on you, sweetness. Almost worth all that money, huh?”
She moaned, and he slapped her right ass cheek hard enough to sting. “Arch your back. Gimme more.”
She obeyed, and he angled his hips so his balls smacked right against her clit. “You like taking it, Tabitha?”
“Yes.”
“Wanna take it some more?”
“Yes. Yes. Of course. Whatever you say.”
“That’s right, whatever I say.” He slapped her ass again. “Turn around. Mouth back on the table.”
But Tabby couldn’t. She wanted to watch too badly. Toby’s expression hardened, and then he gripped a fistful of her hair, tight enough to hurt. “Close your eyes, or you’ll walk out of this place with my cum across your tits.”
The idea wasn’t without its appeal, but apparently, even her shamelessness had limits. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Yes, Toby.”
“Say it again,” he said, hammering inside her. “Say my fuckin’ name.”
“Yes, Toby,” she chanted. “Yes, Toby. God, yes, Toby!”
His groan of satisfaction set her nerves ablaze as he split her wide with his cock. Then he tensed, his fist wrenching her hair so that her head was lifted up and back.
“Fuck yes.” He impaled himself as deep as he could go. Tabby felt a pleasure so sharp it was almost pain, every inch of her pussy gripping him as he finished.
“Fuck,” he said, releasing her hair. “Fucking hell, Tabby.”
Pleased, she knew she was safe to watch him now. Turning slightly, she saw his handsome face contract and that he was shaking, too. Trembling all over. He withdrew and pulled the condom from his thick, still-hard cock. The end was filled with white. She imagined the colour all over her face instead, spattered across her no doubt stupidly expensive dress.
She adjusted her bodice, smoothed her skirt, and finger-combed her hair as Toby tucked the condom into the torn wrapper and shoved the whole thing into a tactful mini bin placed beside the curtain. If she hadn’t already known this was a sex bar… She was aware of complicated feelings fighting to the surface of her overwrought body. It had been a big day, and in the post-nut clarity as they called it, it was entirely too easy to feel weird about letting Toby Tennant screw her again after all this time. In a bar, no less.
“How you feeling?” Toby’s voice was low but without any of the malice that had just been dripping from his every word. That, too, made it worse somehow.
“I’m good,” Tabby lied. “How are you?”
Toby smiled as though grateful she’d asked. “I’m fine.”
Lord, he was so fucking cute sometimes. As she held Toby’s gaze without flinching, she decided she wasn’t embarrassed by anything they’d just done. Sam was right; she could live with this. Respect herself even for walking into this situation with open eyes and having the hottest sex imaginable.
A high-pitched squeal had them both looking left. When they realised what must be happening, they exchanged goofy grins.
“Guess it’s all going on now,” Toby said.
“Seems like it. Should we, like, order food or go cheer people on? What’s the deal?”
Toby frowned and then, to her surprise, grabbed her shoulders and kissed her. It wasn’t a soft ‘thanks for the sex’ kiss. His lips pressed hard against hers, urging them to open. The stubble around his mouth scrubbed her cheeks as his tongue slid deep, brushing hers. She gripped the back of his head and gave as good as she got, their tongues warring until she closed her lips over his and sucked as hard as she could. Toby grunted, lifting her into his arms and pulling her against him. They made out for a long time, and then he pulled back, his eyes burning hot as coals. “Get your shit, we’re leaving.”
“I… What about the champagne?”
He set her down and grabbed the bottle from the bucket. Ice water dripped everywhere, but he barely seemed to notice as he ripped back the velvet curtain. “Move. Now.”