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Inever felt more at peace than when I helped Quinn throw my husband’s body off that cliff. It changedeverything. There was a weight lifted off my shoulders and shadow of fear and pain that had been following me around disappeared into the ether.
It had been two days after the incident when Quinn and I were released back to my apartment. The threat was gone, they had said. No need to stay hidden out when there were other more important people to protect.
The agencies words, not mine.
But things have changed since we watched his lifeless body crash into the blacked sea. Whatever invisible wall that had been holding us back before was gone. She was around me all the time, and since I didn’t have to work until the following week, that was all the time.
But I loved it.
Loved the comfort of feeling her nearby. Loved knowing that no matter what, she was mere minutes away. I had never been able to trust someone in my life like I had with her. Even knowing what she came here to do.
That night, we visited the club for the last time.
It was bittersweet. I had come to terms with myself within the walls of Club Pétale. I owed Ax and Sloan my life because of it. But now I had another life to live.
One with her.
It was crazy to me to think that I was finally able to envision a life with someone. That I was even able to envision a future at all.
But because I owed the club my life, I decided not to leave just yet.
As a last goodbye, I decided to perform in front of the crowd again. I would miss it. Miss the way they would look at me as I writhed in front of them. Miss the power I felt while I had their attention.
But this time she would be there—Iwantedher there. Wanted her to watch like she once had. Wanted to remember what it felt like to be wanted by her but not be able to touch each other.
Those piercing blue eyes were the first thing I sought out when I entered the stage.
The room was mostly dark, with the lights from the room being the only thing that lit up the masked faces of the patrons. That’s another thing I used to love about it.The anonymity.Not knowing exactly who was behind those masks as they fucked themselves to my performance.
She was easy to seek out in the crowd. Instead of lingering in the back, she took a seat right in front. Her elbow was on the armrest, her head resting in her hand, a small smirk spreading across her face. Totally and completely at ease with my presence on stage,
She had even been excited when I told her I wanted to perform again. Unlike Bailey, she loved seeing me up there. Loved seeing me take control of my pleasure in a way that worked for me.
What we were about to do was crazy, but I had been living my life hiding and running scared for too long. For the first time, I was going to take control of my life.
This night was special. I was recreating one of my favorite scenes and one of the first that actually got me into performing live.
I was suspended upright, looking at the crowd head-on. Ropes wrapped around my chest, arms, and legs. My legs were forced open by how Gale had tied them, giving the crowd an unobstructed view of my pussy.
This performance was all about play for Gale. She would get me off as she always did, but most of the time it was experimenting on what could get me off the hardest in a certain amount of time. How many times she could make me squirt in one session. The list went on but at the end of the day it was about one thing:me.
And that night it would seem that she wanted to see how far I would go to humiliate myself.
“That’s right, my little slut,” she cooed. “Try to fuck yourself on it.”
I whined as I jerked my hips. She held a large purple dildo at my entrance, teasing me with it as the crowd cheered her on. She encouraged them to participate this time, picking which toys to use on me.
I tried desperately to do as she said, craving the stretch of it, but I failed, earning a disappointed sigh from her.
My entire body was on fire, the slightest touch threatening to set me off.
The feeling of the ropes against my skin, binding me caused my breathing to shallow. It could be such a little, overlooked feeling but after being teased to the point I was, it was almost maddening.
I’m so close.I tried once again to at least rub my wet cunt against it since I couldn’t fuck it like how I wanted, but Gale had shifted it at the last second, depriving me the feeling of it rubbing against my swollen clit.
“Do you want some help there, Blake?” she asked.
I nodded wildly. I was beyond desperate for it. And knowing that Quinn’s gaze was on me the entire time made the need please so much stronger.
