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My heart accelerates, my body suddenly aware of the toy he attached to me.
“Do I need to remind you that you stabbed a man’s hand for barely even flirting with me? And I don’t even think that was his intention.”
“Do I need to remind you who makes the rules?”
I grit my teeth, hating that we still have no equal footing in this relationship, and yet I’m completely aware that my body is loving it.
“Come,” he purrs as he drags me out of the room and back to the hallway. I wobble on the heels as he stops on the balcony, looking down at the people drinking and chatting. Leading me in front of him, he lets go of my hand as he keeps me between his hard body and the barrier.
He takes my purse, the short chain falling off my shoulder easily. “Bend over, baby.”
My heart stops.
“W-what?”
His free hand presses between my shoulder blades. “I said bend over,” he murmurs in my ear. “Look down at everyone downstairs to see who looks up while I fuck you.”
“You can’t be serious.” But the excitement is already bubbling through my veins.
I’m hot, my body heat rising at an incredible pace. Before I bend over, he brings the chain of my handbag to my mouth.
“Open.”
A haze takes over me, my ears ringing from the raucous downstairs, eyes heavy from the lust suddenly overtaking me.
And I open my mouth. I let him put the chain between my teeth, and close when he tells me to close. He bends me over with a soft touch, and the second my upper body hangs over the barrier, I have to clench my teeth to not let the bag fall all the way to the guests downstairs.
“If I were you,” he says as he nudges my legs apart with his foot, settling himself between them. “I would keep that beautiful, smart mouth closed.” He brings the hem of my dress to my hips, and plays with the clit clamp, pulling it ever-so slightly and letting go. “What if your purse falls? It’ll make everyone look up. And then they’ll see you being fucked by your husband against the railing.”
My breathing accelerates, and I panic when he thrusts his fingers into my pussy. Not only because it’s insanely wet, but because it pushes a moan up my throat, and my jaw is desperate to fall slack.
I can’t talk back, can’t say anything, and instead of fighting him, I push my ass against him.
“What an eager little slut you are. I’m so proud of you.”
He keeps teasing me with his fingers, pushing in and out, slapping my pussy to make sure I hear how wet I am.
And when I feel the crown of his dick at my entrance, I’m forced to clench my teeth harder. He pushes in so slowly I’m bound to faint from the teasing. I want to beg with all I have, and I have no way to do so with my mouth. So I push against him and squirm when he holds me back with two hands on my hips.
He takes his time pushing inside me, and I squeeze my eyes shut when I become full of him. Nate is long and thick, but I’m desperate tonight, and I clench around his length.
Oh god.
When he starts moving, following his own pleasurable pace, I’m forced to stay still and take it. He takes it slowly, rolling his hips sensually, as if we have time for this, when there are hundreds of people downstairs.
And despite all my attempts, he keeps it that way. He takes his time, and my hands on the railing tighten to a white-knuckled grip. I breathe through my nose as his pace slightly increases, my head falling farther down as my muscles give up.
With painful precision, he harshly thrusts inside me, slow but forceful. And with intent to kill, he slides a hand in front of me, flicks the clit clamp, once, twice…and three times before I’m broken at the seams by a powerful orgasm.
He keeps going, fucking me into the railing until he tightens the clamp and sends me into a second high. The blood rushing to my nub is painful and electrifying, making my clit throb in the best way possible. The release is overwhelming, enhanced when I feel him come inside me. In a blink of carelessness, I open my mouth to take in much-needed air, and gasp when I feel the bag slipping past my lips.
My eyes widen in panic, just as Nate’s hand catches it. I hear him laughing behind me, and I’m ready to fight through the orgasm haze and tell him to go fuck himself, when I feel his hand pressing against my pussy.
“Squeeze, baby. Keep me inside you.” He pushes his fingers inside. “Someone is going to feel my cum leaking down her legs for the rest of the night.” Straightening me up, he turns me around and pinches the clamp.
“You can’t keep this on you too long, no matter how greedy you are.”
He pulls it off, and my mouth falls open, a scream stuck in my throat as I feel the pain from the blood rushing back to my nub.
