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“But you bring her ideas to life. You give them beauty.” He leans down, brushing a kiss over my cheek. “Now come with me. I want to play with my little toy before the guests arrive.”
“Huh?”
His mouth is by my ear, his words hot as fire against my skin. He gives a growl. “Finally. It’s my turn to play. I didn’t think I’d survive, watching you with those other men.”
“Don’t be jealous. They’re just friends.” I think of the heat of his hands when they touch my body, of that first night in the Garden of Eden, the way electricity traveled through my body when he touched me. I glance up at him through my thick lashes. “Besides, you’re the one I really wanted to play with.”
“Good. You’re all mine. Let’s go. Which room would you like, my love?”
My love…
Those words on his perfect lips, said in that deep sultry voice I love so much… they shake me to my core. Is this my life? Is this my man?
Am I truly worthy of either?
He demands an answer. “Which room, babygirl? We don’t have time to waste but I have to get a taste of you before this party. I would die of frustration if I had to watch that perfect body of yours sashaying around in that see-through gown all night. Remind me to thank Keisha, by the way.”
I think through all the rooms of the mansion. There’s one I’ve never been inside of, only hovered at the entrance. I know what I want.
The Velvet Bed.
It’s a large room, black and gold paper on the walls, the thick wood trim all painted gold. There’s a massive chandelier hanging over the center of the room, one of Cannon’s creations with the candles made to look like real flickering flames.
There’s a large, square bed in the center of the room, no frame or headboard or pillows. Just a huge, gushy-looking square of red velvet. The thought of the room makes me tremble, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip just at the idea of telling him I want to go into that room.
The entire far wall of the room is a mirror. An absolutely thrilling, terrifying wall of smoky glass you can see your reflection in. And on the other side of that mirror are voyeurs. Staff members will know if we go into that room. Word travels faster than wildfire at this club, and they will come, and they will watch us, whatever it is we do in that room.
The thought of hungry eyes taking us in during our most intimate moments…it makes my knees go weak, my stomach clench into a tight fist. But it also makes my clit pulse and my pussy clench so hard, I fear I might come right where I stand.
He’s staring at me, waiting with a curious smile on his lips. He won’t allow it. He’ll refuse. I raise a hand, gently cupping his cheek. “I know it might be a stretch for you… but I want the Velvet Bed.”
His jaw clenches, his brow knitting together. “That room? But the entire staff will see us fucking. They’ll see you.”
I think of my play times in other rooms. Though they were cut short, there was plenty of time for staff to see my bare breasts, my ass covered only in fishnets. “They’ve already seen me.”
He shakes his head. “Not like that, they haven’t. I won’t have it.”
“Please? It’s what I want.” I run my fingers over his beard.
He contemplates my face for a moment. “Here,” he says, “come here.”
He drags me into the shadows of the hall. “Let me see how wet you are, just thinking of the Velvet Bed. Then I’ll make my decision.”
A hard shiver tears through me as he lifts my dress, stroking my pussy over the thick, slippery material of the silver panties. He dips his hand past the stretchy waistband of the panties, finding my vulva.
I gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders as an anchor as I shoot up on tiptoe. My eyes close, my head lolling, the long ponytail swishing across my back. He dips two thick fingers inside me. “My God, babygirl. You’re positively soaked.”
He pulls out, stroking my pussy. With a few gentle pets from the slick pad of his finger over my folds, I’m shuddering, a tiny, weak orgasm traveling through my body, my mind too busy with thoughts to focus. He finds my clit already engorged and pulsing from the thought of people watching us as we fuck, and strokes it.
His lips find my ear. “Come for me, babygirl. Come now.”
His words, his voice, they do something to me, and my body clenches tight, a fierce climax tearing through me, leaving a wet patch in my panties. I’m shaking, still holding onto his shoulders.
I’m ready to play now, my head where it should be. “Was I wet enough, sir? Wet enough for you to take me to the Velvet Bed?”
“Hell, yes.” He leans down, kissing me, his hand still on my sex. He pushes two thick fingers inside of me at the same time and forces his tongue into my mouth. More arousal pools between my thighs.
I’m ready, so ready for this.
