He carefully slid my wrists into each cuff, and I watched as his fingers secured each buckle. In the process, a chunky jet black ring caught my eye, and my heart sank at the sight of it and what it most likely represented.
I may always get what I want, but there were certain motives that I would never remotely consider, and one of which was fucking a man who belonged to someone else. I had morals. I knew the difference between right and wrong. Don’t do unto others what you would not want done to yourself, or so the saying goes.
Curiosity getting the better of me, I took a closer look at the design of his ring and noticed that the material seemedunusual, not your typical solid tungsten or colored metal. I also noticed that it was on the wrong hand—his right instead of the left.
In the split second of making the discovery, I found myself being roughly flipped onto my stomach, Levi now holding my hips in the air with a firm grasp as he ground himself against my ass, my mind melting from our new position.
Without even thinking, forgetting where I still was, I moaned into the sheets, not even caring if my makeup smeared from the fabric, given the heat of the moment and my starved libido.
His warm chest rested against my back as he leaned over to whisper in my ear, his delicate fingers wrapping around the front of my throat and lightly laying across my lips and chin.
“You’re going to have to keep it down, princess, or the audience will think I’m fucking you,for real.”
Oh God, but could you please? Jesus fucking Christ.
I was utterly oblivious to the fact that we were still on a stage, in front of hundreds of feral women. Distracted by him, drunk on champagne.
Between the music and the blood pounding in my ears, I forgot that we weren’t alone—and how I fucking wished we were.
Levi wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me back to stand wedged between him and the bed, still facing away from the crowd. With deft hands, he secured the cuffs on my wrists to the rail above my head, teasing me with every fluid motion, as he then ran a palm down my chest and stomach once I was locked in place.
I swallowed down another moan as the champagne rushed straight to my head like the bubbles at the bottom of a freshly poured glass, right before bursting as they met the surface. I was on the edge of rapture, ready to explode like a firework on the Fourth of July—just for him,onlyfor him.
“Let them believe whatever they want. A little voyeurism never hurt anyone.” I boldly rasped as my eyes fell shut, and I gave in tohis gentle touch. What’s the difference between a scene on set and here, besides the lack of cameras and recording equipment?
After tonight, none of this will matter anyway…
“Actions speak louder than words, princess.” Levi pressed his lips to the back of my ear as he spoke, releasing my wrists from their restraints before turning me to face him.
My gaze drifted from his lips, down his strong chin and firm chest, before landing on the silver button of his jeans. Undressing Levi with my eyes was easier said than done—I wanted to see every singleinchof him in real time.
Another prideful smirk, accompanied by a set of provocative bedroom eyes, he then lifted and carried me by my thighs across the bed before setting me down amongst the pillows, firmly taking control of my wrists. He held me pinned in place while peppering kisses along the sides of my neck before pulling away once more—fucking tease.
Was this all for show? Did he treat every woman this way with his routine?
This felt far too intimate for pretend.
Using the rail above my head, Levi hoisted himself up to stand over me, a leg propped on either side of my waist as he toyed with his jeans, and I bit my lower lip, my eyes begging for the best part to come.And what a fucking angle to bear witness.
Timed to perfection, when the music reached its final peak, he ripped away his jeans, revealing bright red briefs that hugged his body like a second skin. Levi then tossed what was left of his clothes over my head, proceeding to taunt and shake hismouthwatering ass above me, while pulling the ties of the black mesh drapes. Closing them around the perimeter of the bed as the music eventually faded out, along with the lights. Leaving the two of us shrouded in a cocoon of dark desire.
Not a moment after the main curtains had shut, I could feel the vibrations of the bed already being rolled across the floor to the far back end of the stage just as a heavy weight settled over me, and suddenly, I forgot how to breathe.
I tightened my grip on one of the bars above my head for grounding, the cool metal at my fingertips being the only sense of certainty I had, knowing that I was still here and this was allveryfucking real.
Darkness can play cruel tricks on the mind when it wants, and not in the best of ways either. If this turned out to be all in my head, just a figment of my imagination, I would be so goddamn disappointed.
“You—” Levi’s voice was a low rumble in my ear as a set of fingertips grazed down my left side toward my hip, and another trailed up my right arm to dance in my palm. “Are fucking perfection, princess.”
A moan escaped my lips at his sensual touch as my body screamed for more—my breath accelerating, skin tingling, core fucking molten. I ground my hips searching for friction of any kind while my eyes adjusted to the darkness that surrounded us.
“Levi.”
Please.
