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Apparently I was his because when we’d entered the club, the hostess had offered Duran a plate of ribbons. He selected a gold one and tied it around my wrist before leading me through a sea of people to the dining section of the club. I was floored, staring around at the men in handsome suits and the women in an array of beautiful lingerie.
“Don’t worry,” said Duran, smirking. “They like it.”
Our attendant brought us to a private room and Duran turned me around and unzipped my dress. My mouth felt dry and my stomach fluttered, but I kept still and let him strip me down to my lingerie. He gathered the dress in one hand, tossed it aside, and gave me a sharp little spank with the other.
“Sit down,” he said. “Time to eat.”
He had red wine, a platter of olives, cheese, prosciutto, and buttered bread brought in. I was starving, having barely eaten since lunch, and I devoured a plate of it. He put me in his lap for the next course and made me sit there while he fed me the most tender cuts of roast chicken.
His cock was hard the entire time. I felt it pushing against my ass and it wiped all the memory of my guilt to the side.
It was strange how as soon as I got out of my own head and just let him take charge, let him focus on me, I felt so much better.
Did that mean Itrustedhim?
For the last course, they brought out a dessert wine and two plates of tiny desserts with artfully placed chocolate sauce. Duran turned me around to face him and pulled the right cup of my bra down. My breast fell out and he bent, catching it in his mouth.
“I want to show you something,” he murmured.
He nuzzled between my breasts and I let my head fall back. My body was loose with wine and between my legs, my pussy was soaked and desperate for release. I nodded and I heard him laugh softly.
“You perfect, little slut,” he breathed. His hand came up and gripped my throat. “Walk out into the club with me like this.”
I faltered. “I’m not dressed.”
“You’re in your bra and panties,” he breathed, lifting his head. His dark eyes were starving. A strand of dark hair had fallen over his forehead and I brushed it back instinctively.
I wanted to be desired this way.
Like he would die if he didn’t have me.
Swallowing back my nerves, I nodded and he rose, lifting me to my feet and helping me stand. He tugged my cup back over my bra and I turned to where the curtain opened. Before I could slip out, he snagged my waist.
“Mine,” he said, his mouth almost brushing mine. “Every inch of you is mine. They can look at your pretty tits and your ass, but I’m the one who fucks you. Do you understand?”
I nodded, panting as he scored my throat with his teeth.
“They can look, they can want you,” he growled. “But if anyone touches you, I’ll fucking gut them. I’ve killed plenty of men before I don’t mind adding another body to that count.”
My clit pulsed between my legs. He slid his palm down my stomach and into my panties and cupped my sex. Heat gathered where our skin collided. My eyes widened as my head fell back against his shoulder and his lip curled back, flashing that sharp canine.
“This wet, little cunt only comes for me,” he murmured.
His finger dipped into me, pushing deeper until I gasped and cried out. Then he withdrew it and licked it clean, bending down to kiss me so I could taste myself from his lips.
He took my hand and pulled me out into the main room. Suddenly we went from being Iris and Duran to being just another of the handsome men in black suits with a barely covered woman on his arm. There was something so dirty and thrilling about walking through the crowd in nothing but my tiny panties, bra, and heels.
I understood immediately why people did this sort of thing.
It felt like being set free.
It felt like the opposite of shame.
At that thought, guilt tapped me on the shoulder like an unwelcome specter. I took a quick breath and brushed it back. I wasn’t going to let it ruin tonight. He guided me past the bar and I felt men watching me. I turned my head as we floated through the crowd and I saw their eyes linger on my body.
I saw flickers of envy.
My head buzzed and I wondered if it was the high of being desired or just the wine. All around me, the music pounded, making it hard to think.
