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Colton traces a line down my back with one finger.
“You like what you see, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice low and full of dark promise. All I can do is nod, mute and overwhelmed. “Let’s see what else is going on around here. They recently renovated the place.”
He leads me away from the trio, all of whom seem like they’re getting close to the finish line if the change in pace means anything. I sort of want to watch, but he has other ideas.
We step into the closest room with an open door. Here, a pair of beautiful women have stripped down to their thongs and stockings and are tangled together on a bed, kissing and touching, while two men stand back and stroke themselves as they watch. I can hardly breathe, unsure where to look—at the sizable, dripping dicks being stroked or at the girls, one of whom slides down the length of the other’s curvy, creamy body before slowly removing her thong.
“Open her up,” one of the men grunts. “Spread her wide.” I can’t see her pussy from this vantage point, but both men quicken their stroking at the sight of it before the girl on top lowers her head and begins lapping at the seam. The girl on the bed arches her back, burying her hands in the girl’s hair as she moans out her approval.
I can’t help but look down at Colton’s crotch, where his erection juts out straight ahead. So I know how he feels about it, not that there was ever a question. We go to the next room, and by now, I’ve started to loosen up a little. I’m not afraid to look people in the eye, no longer worried somebody will point at me and call me dirty or a pervert for liking this.
We stop in the doorway, watching a woman flog a man’s bare ass while he bends over a bench with a ball gag in his mouth. This is beyond anything I’ve ever seen, and I can’t help but wonder what he gets out of it, knowing people are watching him be humiliated. I guess there’s a kink for everyone.
Right now, it seems like my thing is wishing I had the nerve to be this free. Because that’s what I see in front of me: freedom. Nobody’s apologizing for what they like or for wanting to do it in front of other people. I’ve spent my whole life apologizing. Now I’m filled with longing that goes beyond the fire raging in my core.
One room after the next, I’m introduced to sights and sounds I’ve never experienced. A woman on an x-shaped wooden cross, her nipples clamped along with her clit, while a man runs a feather over her naked body. In another room, a man lays across a sofa while a woman rides him, and a second woman hovers over his face. Colton’s sharp intake of breath when the women begin passionately kissing leaves me rubbing him, feeling bolder than before.
This isn’t the effect of wine on an empty stomach. It’s not even knowing we never have to see each other again. I want this.
Colton tugs on the leash, and I follow him back out to the open central area where the two men have finished and are helping the girl out of the harness. “Sorry we missed the finish?”
He pulls me in close with the leash, and between the wine and my arousal and the sounds of sex coming from all those rooms—the swish of a flog, a muffled cry, the moans coming from the two girls going at it on the bed—there’s only one response I can come up with.
“I want you.” My heart’s in my throat, hammering until I can hardly breathe, making me dizzy. Or maybe that’s his closeness, his breath on my face, and the very obvious erection pressing into my belly.
I told him the truth, plain and simple. I want him; I’ve always wanted him, but never more than right now.
“How badly do you want me?” He chuckles darkly, running the backs of his fingers over my cheek until I shiver.
As wound up as I am now, that’s practically enough to take me over the edge. My entire body is a live wire, ready to snap.
And then he is pushing me onto my knees, his hands on my shoulders. I can’t stop shaking, especially when I sense the presence of others closing in nearby. At the same time, my panties are a soaking mess, and I feel the moisture that’s already leaked onto my inner thighs. It would only take the slightest touch down there to relieve myself, but I’m not sure I have that in me. Not yet, anyway, not in front of these people.
“Show me how much you want me.” A sudden tug on the leash leaves me pressed against his dick, my nose buried. I can’t twist my head around or pull away thanks to how tight he cinched the collar, the leather now pressing into my neck until it stings in the nicest way.
Instinct leaves me rubbing my face against his crotch, and the twitching of his dick tells me it was the right thing to do. “Holy fuck, you’re going to make me come,” he groans in the near darkness. “Unzip me. Pull me free.”
My hands are trembling in time with the fluttering of my heart, but I somehow manage to do what he says, finally dipping my hand into his shorts and wrapping my fingers around him. My god, he’s a monster, so big I’m not sure I can take him into my mouth, much less anywhere else.
But damn it, I want to try. That’s the most surprising thing of all of this, even more surprising than the fact that I’m doing this in front of other people. They’re watching, whispering, and one of the women actually gasps when I pull his erect dick free.
All for me. This is all for me. I bet she’s jealous. I don’t even know where my thoughts are coming from anymore. I’m not sure who I am or why I’m ready to cry with need as I extend my tongue and catch the moisture at the tip of his mushroom head.
He yanks me down again with the leash, and suddenly, there’s nothing to do but open my mouth and take him inside all at once, his thrust so sharp and deep my body convulses, my gag reflex on overdrive.
“Take it,” he grunts, forcing me to either relax my throat or throw up what I just drank. I pull in a deep breath through my nose, and it steadies me until the reflex passes.
“That’s right. Good girl.” He places his other hand on the back of my head, fingertips massaging my scalp, sending delicious thrills through me until I moan around him. “So hungry for my cock. Now show everybody how hungry you are and how grateful you are for this.”
I lift my head, my lips stretched around him, and plunge down again. I can only take three-quarters of him, so I use my hand to cover the rest, allowing my saliva to dribble down so I can work him with my fist and my mouth at once.
I might not be super experienced with this, but I’ve watched videos, and the way he moans my name tells me I must be doing something right.
Still, he only allows me to have control for a second or two before he begins thrusting. I barely have time to recover before he thrusts forward, again and again, punishing me, hitting the back of my throat and going beyond, like he wants to work all of himself into me.
“Fuck, you take my cock so well,” he praises, and I rub my thighs together, praying the friction can elevate some of the pain I feel. I need to come. Tears fill my eyes and slip down my cheeks and off my chin, and soon I can’t help but groan in dismay and discomfort.
“You’re such a good girl. You’re going to make me come.”
