Page 18 of Dark Secret

I’d gasped, surprised, shocked even, but somehow, also excited. It felt good to be wanted, and I couldn’t lie. I was aroused by the idea of the handsome, dark-eyed man next door watching me. Wanting me.

My nipples were tight, hard, and I'd pushed them against the glass to ease the ache there. Dylan squeezed them hard, really hard, as if to remind me that I was his. I’d groaned and leaned back into him again.

“Do you want him to see you?” he asked close to my ear.

“I, Dylan … I don’t know.” I wasn’t sure how to answer him. A sub would say no, wouldn’t they? “I’m only for you. I’m yours.”

“So you are, pet.” His fingers moved, pulled at the edges of my dress, and I’d held my breath.

The man next door pulled the woman up from the floor and pulled back from the edge of the bed where he sat. His room was exactly the same as ours. A bed, one table with condoms, and bottles of lubricant and sanitizer, with a couple bottles of water on top. There was nothing else in the rooms.

The woman in the other room, with long black hair and one really hot body, slid up in front of him, facing us. She’d smiled at me and then looked at Dylan. She’d licked her lips then, and I’d felt a pulse of excitement. What would it be like, to watch him … well, with her?

Would he do it? I’d wondered. Would he allow that man to touch me? I’d wanted that man to touch me. I’d wanted him down on his knees, in front of me, his mouth buried in me. “Dylan?”

“Yes, pet?” He’d sounded amused, but he didn’t move.

“I want so much, but, I’m afraid.”

“I know, pet. We won’t go any further than this tonight, so don’t worry. Just relax and know that the man in that room wants to fuck you as badly as I do.”

“It’s so dirty.”

“It is, but that’s what makes it so very good, pet.” His fingers pulled at the bow that held the dress together then, and he’d pulled at the shoulders so the dress would slip away.

I stood there, totally bare, in front of complete strangers. I was glad the rooms were only dimly lit; that made it romantic, at least. It wasn’t like a bright light, that wouldn’t hide any flaw. This was soft, hidden, and made it okay to be naked in front of strangers.

The couple watched us now, as Dylan’s hands explored me. He’d twisted my nipples until I’d cried out his name and sagged against him. Then his fingers went down to tease at my clit. The man next door mimicked Dylan’s movements, and I’d watched them.

The woman’s head fell back, and she’d closed her eyes. I could see dark nipples on large breasts, her flat stomach, and thick thighs. She was lovely, really, perfect the way she was, and when her hips began to move in time with the man’s strokes on her clit, she was even more perfect.

I felt my own move, they matched her rhythm, and somehow we’d all synced up.

“He wants to fuck you both, I think,” Dylan said, and I groaned. “I’d let him, if you asked me to.”

“I, no, I couldn’t.” That would just be too weird. It was great as a fantasy, but I'd wanted to leave it there. “Would you fuck her?”

I wasn’t jealous, just curious. I didn’t own him, and yeah, I’d wanted a real relationship with him, but the idea of watching that really excited me, rather than angered me.

“If you wanted me to,” he finally said after a moment to think. “I only want you, though, Stephanie.”

Pride flushed through me, and I’d hated to say it, since I was supposed to be exploring my sexuality, but I was more than a little satisfied with his answer. I didn’t want to own him, but I had a claim on him, and he’d just admitted that.

“Make me come?” I asked, and he’d gone quiet.

He’d pushed me against the wall to the right of the glass, so that I could see the couple now only from the side. They’d moved, and the woman climbed up on the bed, the man on his knees behind her. Dylan sank down to his knees and pushed my legs slightly apart.

“Open, Stephanie,” he demanded, and I’d obeyed.

“Fuck,” I ground out when his mouth went directly over my excited clit and began to suck, hard, at the organ. “That’s it, Dylan. Fuck, that’s it.”

I’d wanted him to suck harder, harder, whatever it took, to make me come. I had closed my eyes, but I’d forced them open, to look. I’d wanted to see. The man was waiting for me to open my eyes, and when our eyes locked together, he plunged into the woman.

He had this fierce look on his face, as if he’d wanted to come right through that glass and fuck me, but he couldn’t, so he’d fuck the hell out of the woman beneath him instead. For a moment, a rather bitchy moment, I’d wondered if he’d rather be fucking me instead of her. If he’d throw her off the bed and come fuck me if I crooked my finger at him.

I’d cupped my breasts and held my breasts out to him. He’d licked his lips, and my nipples tingled. I’d flicked at them, and he’d grinned. My hips began to move in time to Dylan’s tongue, and the man next door moved faster. He’d fucked her harder, deeper, and I’d squeezed my nipples tighter.

Dylan’s hands came up to cup my ass, to pull it apart so that he could tease me back there. I blew apart then, hard and without warning. Dylan grunted, but he managed to hang on as I’d forced my eyes open again. I’d wanted to watch the man as I came. And he put on one hell of a show. I knew he was coming, deep inside of the woman in the bed with him. He was staring right into my eyes as he did it. Fuck, it was hot, it was so fucking hot.