Page 11 of Dark Truth

She kept going until she found a room that contained a man on a bed. He looked up at her as we passed, and Emily paused. She looked at him, then at me. I lifted my left eyebrow, and she nodded.

“As you wish, madam.”

The man was handsome, his light red hair cut short and close to his head. He was naked, except for a pair of tight black boxer briefs. He smiled, tilted his head, and I saw the flash of green eyes. She liked the look of him, I guessed, and moved on to the room next to his. It was empty, and she left the lights off as we went in. She wanted to play the exhibitionist, and I wasn’t about to stop her. It was her thing, and her night.

She went to the clear glass that separated the two rooms, and the man’s head perked up. I sat on the bed, and we both watched my little angel as she slowly began to undress. He leaned back on his elbows at the edge of the bed, with his feet on the floor. His eyes were riveted to Emily as she began to pull her bra off.

For a moment, she hesitated and looked back at me.

“Have your fun, Emily. I love to see how much he wants you. How he wants to touch you but can’t.” I knew the man couldn’t hear us, but he could see us. Just enough light spilled over from the other room to let him see us. “Go on, pet. Show him what he wants to see most.”

She turned around and faced me, so he could see her bare ass. She’d already let the skirt fall to the floor, and the sweater was with it. Her eyes were on me as she unclasped the hooks of the bra. She held it to her chest for a moment, until she let that fall to the floor too.

“That’s it, pet. Now turn around, and let him see you.” Her eyes were intense, full of thoughts, and a whole lot of lust. We’d done similar things before, and I knew she wasn’t bashful anymore. She was waiting for something more.

Emily

I watched Dylan, fully clothed on the edge of the bed, and waited. I needed that signal, and when his eyes flicked behind me, I knew it was time. I turned around and looked up at the very tall man only inches away from me.

I tilted my head and met his gray eyes. His were hungry, avid to take me in. I let my head fall back and watched as his eyes drifted down my body. From the long, pale length of my neck, down to my breasts pressed into the glass, and down further.

I let my eyes travel down. He was paler than me, but that didn’t detract from his looks. He was a handsome man, and he had a wonderful jawline, made for a lover’s touch. Or their lips.

His hands came up to the glass, near my face. I didn’t flinch away. I just waited to see what else he would do. I hadn’t forgotten about Dylan, I never could, but I wanted to see how this man reacted to me. I’d only ever been with Dylan, but I had an exhibitionist streak I didn’t know about. Not until I met Dylan, anyway.

The finger on the glass moved down, followed the path his eyes had taken, and I watched his face. His tongue darted out, wet his lips, and disappeared as his fingers traced down. They came to my breasts, and I saw hunger, deep hunger, as his palm flattened against the glass. I flicked a gaze back at Dylan, he shook his head in encouragement, and I moved closer and pressed my breasts into the glass.

I closed my eyes for a second, just a moment, and imagined his touch. Air sucked into my lungs as desire flared through me. I wanted his touch, but I liked knowing how much he wanted me even more. That was what it was about, about knowing someone else wanted me. That they wanted to touch me, fuck me, but couldn’t.

I opened my eyes, full of my own momentary power, and looked up at him. I wondered if my eyes glowed with my pleasure, with my arrogance in that moment. I was the one in control, and we all knew it.

“Join me?” I asked Dylan with a slight turn of my head over my shoulder. I didn’t take my eyes off of the man, however. I just waited, my eyes full of anticipation.

He moved away as Dylan came closer, and I had a feeling I wouldn’t be the one in control for long. At least not of my body.

“Move away from the glass, pet.” His voice was thick, full of unsaid things and his need to control himself.

I leaned back into him, as he slid his hands around my waist, up my flat stomach, and to the pale breasts the stranger wanted to cup so much. I let my head fall back on Dylan’s shoulder and watched the man.

He stepped out of his shorts and revealed his thick cock. It was shorter than Dylan’s, but not too much. It made up for stature with girth, and I knew it would be just as fun to ride as Dylan’s long, thick erection. He sat on the bed, his hands in his lap, but clasped together.

“Squeeze my nipples, Dylan.” I knew he’d let me run the show for a little while. Maybe even the entire session, but he was a dominant male. So, maybe not.

For now, he did as I asked, and squeezed my nipples. The pressure was soft at first, but then it changed, became firmer, until I gasped. That was when he stopped, left the pressure alone, and just waited, his hard length pressed against my bottom.

The man’s eyes narrowed, and I saw him breathe in a deep breath. I grinned at him then and slid my hand down, confident that he’d follow every move I made. His kink was to watch; of course he’d follow every move I made. When Dylan lifted my breasts as if he offered them to the man, something twisted inside of me, became warm and then hot. For now, I could forget all of my problems: the things I had to tell Dylan, and the things I had to decide on. For now, my life wasn’t spiraling out of my control; it was on course and headed straight where I wanted it to go.

“He wants you so much, Emily. Look at the way his lips are parted, how hard he is for you.” At Dylan’s words I glanced down to the other man’s dick, dark red and angry looking with his need.

“Then we best give him a show, Dylan.” I turned into his arms and he backed us up to the bed. My hands were on his face as I followed him down, my legs straddled over his. We were one the side of the bed so that I could see the man and he could see me, and Dylan could watch us both.

“You like knowing he wants me, don’t you, sir?” I asked, although I knew the answer. I needed to hear him say it. That was part of the game. I was the one in control, even though he had the power to stop this anytime he wanted to.

“I do, pet. I like knowing that he wants to fuck you until he can’t fuck you anymore but can’t. Because you are mine, Emily, and always will be.”

Again, that something inside of me twisted and grew even hotter when Dylan said I would always be his. I leaned over and kissed him, became lost in his hot flesh and his wet kiss. I felt him between my thighs, so ready for me, and I pushed myself up.

I turned my head to the right to look at the man as I sank down onto Dylan’s cock, and I bit my lip provocatively. It felt so good to sink down onto the man I loved while in the next room, removed but so involved, stood a man who wanted to see me come. The thought of it all made me shiver as I began to move on Dylan.