Chapter 8 On Display
Chapter eight
On Display
Jade
The private viewing room was nothing like I'd expected.
A platform bed dominated the center, surrounded by sleek furnishings that managed to be both elegant and obviously designed for sex.
I ran my fingertips along the edge of a velvet chaise positioned beside the bed.
One entire wall was smooth and dark, clearly the viewing panel Magnur had mentioned.
Currently closed, it revealed nothing of the club beyond, but I knew that could change with the touch of a button.
"The controls are here," Magnur said behind me, he gestured to a sleek panel set into the wall near the entrance. "WE can't see them but they can see us."
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "How many people could watch us?"
"As many or as few as you want," he replied, moving closer until I could feel the heat of his massive frame at my back. "We could open the panel to the main floor, or limit it to a select few. Or keep it closed entirely, if you change your mind."
"I haven't changed my mind," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
Magnur's hands settled on my shoulders, his touch gentle as he turned me to face him.
"Tell me what you want, Jade," he said. "Exactly what you want."
"I don't want you to be nice to me," I said, the words tumbling out before I could second-guess them. "I want you to fuck me senseless. I want you to use me like you own me."
My cheeks burned at my own boldness, but I didn't look away from his gaze.
"I want to forget everything but how you feel inside me," I continued, emboldened by the way his breathing had quickened.
Magnur's expression transformed at my words. His lips curved into a smile that was all teeth and promise, his hands tightening on my shoulders.
"So the little human wants to be claimed," he said. "Wants to be marked as mine for all to see."
I nodded, unable to speak as he leaned down, bringing his face level with mine.
"Then who am I to deny you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
He moved away so suddenly I nearly stumbled, crossing to the control panel.
"You should know," he said as his fingers hovered over the controls, "once I start, I won't stop until we're both satisfied. No matter who's watching. No matter how much you beg."
The warning sent another rush of heat between my thighs. "I understand."
"Good girl," he purred.
He pressed a sequence of buttons, and a soft chime sounded in the room. "I've set it to open in two minutes. Just enough time for anticipation to build." His smile widened, showing just a hint of too-sharp teeth. "Both for us and for them."
My breath caught as I glanced toward the still-opaque wall. In less than two minutes, it would transform from barrier to window. Strangers would watch as this beautiful monster took me apart piece by piece.
"Who will see us?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I've selected a private audience," he replied, moving toward me with the slow, measured pace of a predator approaching cornered prey. "No more than a dozen. Most of them non-human. The kind who appreciate a good show."
Another chime sounded—one minute warning. My heart threatened to burst from my chest, my pulse thundering in my ears. Magnur reached me just as the third and final chime rang out. His hand cupped my face, tilting it up toward his as the curtain began to move.
"Last chance," he murmured, his eyes searching mine. "Say the word, and I close it again."
I glanced at the wall, now fully revealed. Our side was a mirror but I knew those on the other side saw window.
"Keep it open," I said, surprising myself with the steadiness in my voice. "Let them see what's theirs to witness but never to touch."
His answering smile was nothing short of demonic.
"They can see us now?" I whispered, though I already knew the answer.
"Every inch," Magnur confirmed, his voice a low growl that vibrated through me where his chest pressed against my back. "They can see, but not hear unless I allow it." His hands slid around my waist, pulling me more firmly against him. "They can't touch what's mine."
The possessiveness in his tone sent a shiver down my spine. His hands moved from my waist to my shoulders, turning me slowly until my back was to the window as his fingers found the thin straps of my burgundy silk dress.
"This was made for you," he said, his eyes tracking the path of his fingers as they traced the line of the strap down to where it met the bodice. "But now I think I prefer you wearing nothing at all."
He slid the straps down my shoulders. The silk whispered against my skin as it fell, pooling around my feet in a puddle of deep red. I hadn't worn anything underneath and now stood before him completely bare except for my heels.
The cool air of the room kissed my exposed skin, raising goosebumps along my arms and tightening my nipples into hard peaks.
I resisted the urge to cover myself, knowing that behind me, our audience was getting their first glimpse of my naked body.
The thought sent another rush of heat between my thighs.
"Beautiful," Magnur murmured. "Do you have any idea how perfect you are?"
Before I could respond, he was loosening his tie, the silk slid from around his neck with a soft hiss that made my pulse jump. He stepped behind me, his body heat enveloping me as his hands guided mine behind my back.
"Wrists together," he instructed, his voice warm against my ear.
I complied without hesitation.
"There," he said, satisfaction evident in his tone as he finished securing the knot. "Now you're truly on display."
With gentle press on my shoulders, he guided me down until I was kneeling on the plush carpet before him.
He moved to stand directly in front of me, he unbuttoned his suit jacket and set it aside, then his shirt, revealing the expanse of his scarred torso inch by tantalizing inch.
I'd seen him naked before, but something about this slow unveiling made my mouth water with anticipation.
When he reached for his belt, his eyes locked with mine. "I'm going to fuck this pretty mouth of yours while everyone watches," he said. "And you're going to sit here and take it, aren't you?"
I nodded eagerly, already parting my lips in invitation as he freed his cock from his pants.
He cupped my face with one large hand, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. "Open wider," he commanded.
I obeyed, tilting my head back to accommodate him as he pressed the head of his cock against my lips.
He gave me only seconds to adjust before pushing forward, filling my mouth and making my eyes water.
My bound hands clenched into fists behind my back, nails biting into my palms as I tried to relax my throat.
"That's it," he praised, one hand tangling in my hair to hold me steady. "Take all of me."
He started with shallow thrusts, allowing me to acclimatize to his size, but quickly established a rhythm that left me gasping for breath in the brief moments he pulled back.
Tears streamed down my cheeks from the effort of taking him so deep, but the discomfort was secondary to the thrill coursing through me.
Through my tear-blurred vision, I could see the two way mirror, knowing people were watching sent a fresh wave of arousal through me so intense I could feel wetness coating my inner thighs. I moaned around him, the vibration making him groan and tighten his grip on my hair.
"Look at you," he rumbled. "Taking me so well. Putting on such a pretty show."
The praise made me work harder, hollowing my cheeks and using my tongue along the underside of his shaft.
I wanted to be good for him, wanted our audience to see just how thoroughly I belonged to him in this moment.
Magnur's rhythm grew more demanding, his thrusts deeper and faster until I could barely breathe between them.
Tears and saliva ran down my chin, my lips stretched wide around his girth.
He pulled out of my mouth with a satisfied groan, a string of saliva connecting us for one obscene moment before breaking. I gasped for air, my jaw aching, throat raw, but the look of approval on his face made the discomfort worth it.
"Such a good girl," he praised, his thumb wiping tears from my cheek with surprising tenderness. "Taking my cock so well with everyone watching."
He helped me to my feet. My legs felt unsteady, knees imprinted with the pattern of the carpet, hands still bound behind my back. He guided me backward until my calves hit the edge of the platform bed.
"Sit," he commanded softly.
I obeyed, sinking down onto the plush surface, painfully aware of how exposed I was to our audience. Magnur spread my knees apart, opening me to his view and, by extension, the view of everyone watching.
"Look how wet and needy your pussy is just from sucking my cock," he commented. One finger traced through my slickness, collecting evidence of my arousal before bringing it to his lips to taste. "You love being watched, don't you? Love knowing they can all see what belongs to me."
My face burned, but I couldn't deny it. "Yes," I admitted, my voice hoarse from his earlier use. "I love it."
Magnur leaned down, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke. "You are the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "You'll look even better on my cock."
He straightened up, his hands moving to release the tie binding my wrists.
The silk slid away, and I brought my arms forward, flexing my fingers to restore circulation.
Before I could say anything, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me onto his lap so that I straddled him, my back to his chest, both of us facing the viewing window.
"I want them to see your face when you come," he explained, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading them wider.