Chapter 6
Zia~
Now, while I wasn’t sure why Quaid was giving in, I didn’t care.
I just really wanted someone to rock my world tonight, and I knew that he was just the person for the job.
Though I knew nothing about the man on a deeply personal level, he just looked like he could make a girl lose her mind with very little effort.
Even in that brief meeting at his office, he’d come across like a man who knew what to do in any situation.
“What else do you love?” he asked, his voice a lot deeper than before. “Besides being worshipped and being the center of attention?”
“It depends on my partner, Quaid,” I answered.
“And what if your partner was me?”
There it was.
I let out a low chuckle. “Like you’d ever sign up for something like this. Yeah, I heard you earlier about your personal life being nobody else’s business, but the fact of the matter is that your job is a respectable one, and you letting strangers watch you screw someone is probably not ideal.”
“Or maybe you’re just full of shit,” he retorted. “Maybe you’re not as adventurous as you claim.”
Turning to face him, I said, “Or maybe you’re looking for a way to save face. Maybe this is about you being all talk. Maybe this is about you and a case of stage fright.” I leaned in closer. “Because I can assure you that I’m not bluffing, Mr. Crawford.”
Just then, Quaid placed a hand on my bare leg, the skimpiness of my black dress coming in really handy right now. His hand also felt warm, big, and somewhere in between rough and soft. While he worked behind a desk all day, it was clear that the man also did yardwork when needed.
“Have you forgotten what it is that I do for a living, Ms. DeLéon?” he asked, his voice causing a tingle to dance down my spine. “I never suffer from stage fright.”
“That remains to be seen,” I smirked condescendingly.
“What are your limits?” he asked, surprising me and pausing the daring banter for a second.
“What...what do you mean?”
His hand inched higher as he answered, “What do you want your audience to see? Do you want them to see a loving couple? A woman being used? A man being degraded? What’s going to drive you out of your mind, Ms. DeLéon?”
Not caring that it might make me seem pathetic, I told Quaid the truth.
“I want the man that’s with me to convince the audience that he’s in love with every inch of my body.
I want the audience to believe that he’s obsessed with me.
I want every woman that’s watching to feel jealous down to her bones. ”
Quaid’s hand finally made it between my legs, and it was hard to maintain eye contact as his finger hooked the gusset of my panties, pulling it aside. “I can do that,” he replied easily. “However, I’ll need something from you in return.”
“Wh...what?” I stammered as his knuckle grazed my clit.
“I want the real thing, Zia,” he said, making me bite the inside of my cheek. “I don’t want some amateur porn star. I don’t want you playing a part for the audience. If we’re going to do this, then it’s going to be about us, and it’ll just so happen that some people will be watching. Clear?”
“Does that also include if you’re not getting the job done?” I asked, and not to be a bitch. If he wanted authenticity, then I had no problem with that. However, he might want to rethink that if he couldn’t deliver.
Finally sliding one finger inside me, he said, “Oh, baby...I can get the job done, so don’t you worry about that.”
“Quaid...” I mouthed as I finally closed my eyes, my hands gripping the cushions.
“Fuck, that’s a snug little cunt you’ve got there, Zia,” he said, and my body broke out in goosebumps from the sex that just seemed to ooze out of him. “It’s gripping the hell out of my finger. When was the last time that you were fucked properly?”
“I don’t know...” I choked out truthfully.
“I need to know what your limits are, Zia,” he repeated. “While I have a pretty good idea of what you’re hoping for, I need specifics on the mechanics.”
Honestly, I had no idea how he expected me to answer his questions when all I could feel was his finger inside me, teasing me like he was trying to teach me a lesson.
Though I could feel him nice and deep, he wasn’t making any effort to manipulate my g-spot, so I wondered if this was his way of winning these negotiations.
“What...what do you mean?” I moaned, not caring how desperate I sounded.
“Kisses or bites?” he asked.
“Both...” I quickly rushed out.
“Fingers and/or fist?”
“Fingers...”
“Marks or no marks?”
“Ei...either is fine...”
Quaid kept on with his questions as he slid a second finger inside me. “Do you like it when a man eats your pussy?”
“Yes...” I panted, my hips moving against his hand.
“Do you like it when a man licks your asshole?”
Oh, God.
“I...I don’t know...”
“Christ,” he swore under his breath. “Don’t tell me that a man’s never played with that sweet ass of yours, Zia.”
I shook my head, my hips riding his hand at this point. “No...never...”
After a few seconds of silence, he asked, “So, then you’ve never had your ass fucked before?”
“N...no...” I stammered, his two fingers finally doing what I needed them to do.
“Are you going to let me be your first?” he asked, and his tone sounded serious enough to pull me out of the haze of pleasure.
Opening my eyes, I asked, “What?”
Sliding his fingers in deeper, he said, “I’m just imagining all those people watching me be the first to stretch out your virgin asshole, and it’s got me hard as fuck, baby.”
While the very idea sounded hot as hell, I had no idea how I felt about sharing something that private with a bunch of strangers.
Yes, I wanted to be the star of this little show, and I also wanted to become a piece of their fantasies, but could I really do something like that for the first time in front of an audience?
Not to mention how I’d be stupid not to consider the dynamics of such a thing.
Quaid was easily six-foot-three, and if the rest of his body was proportional to his height, then he probably wasn’t the best candidate to break me in.
I mean, seriously.
However, before reason could really take a hold, he said, “I also know what I’m doing, baby. I promise that I can make it feel so good for you.”
Just then, Quaid’s fingers went to work in a way that they hadn’t been this whole time, and my hips were back to pushing up against his hand, and my eyes could no longer stay open.
Ignoring what he was asking of me, my head dropped back as I thought of nothing but his fingers inside me, hitting that sweet spot so expertly.
“Are you going to cum for me, Zia?” he asked wolfishly, knowing damn well that I was going to.
“Yes...” I whimpered, the show in the other room completely forgotten.
“As soon as you do, we’re going into that participation room, and I’m going to fuck the soul from your body, and I’m going to make you love every single second of it,” he vowed, and his wicked words were enough to finally push me over the edge.
“Quaid...” I cried out, my body trembling like it’d been too damn long.
“That’s it, baby,” he coaxed. “Cum for Daddy.”
Three words, and it was all over for me.
Three simple words.
“Christ, you should see yourself right now,” Quaid hissed, and I could only imagine how desperate I had to look, cumming all over his fingers like I couldn’t get enough.
Not caring about anything else, I let my body enjoy the journey, and you’d think that I was in the comfort of my own home with the way that I was just not giving a damn at this point.
Quaid’s fingers were also still working my pussy, coaxing me through the orgasm, seeing it to the end, and it felt glorious.
When Quaid was finally done teasing me, I opened my eyes to see him licking his fingers clean of me, and that was always a sexy sight, no matter who the man was. It was the way that he was savoring an experience that had only benefitted the woman for the most part.
“Are you ready to go into the participation room?” he asked after he was done tasting me.
“Yeah, I am,” I answered, meaning every word.