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I'm not sure if it's a threat or a promise, but I glance around, eager and curious. I know there are other people here because Ican hear them, but no one pays us any attention. I don't think they can even see us where we're sitting. Whoever designed this room designed it for privacy. The booths all have high-backs and deep seats. But even if anyone could see us, I think they're all too busy. A few people whisper back and forth. I think I even hear moaning from the far side of the room. But the stage stays dark for a good five minutes.
And then it lights up without warning, displaying a bed set up in the very center.
I gasp, my eyes growing wide.
A pretty brunette is tied with ropes that crisscross her body in intricate patterns, keeping her immobile. Two men in demi-masks and dark suits walk in circles around the bed, eyeing her from every angle. She doesn't look afraid. She looks…excited. Eager.
Bronx wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me back against him in the booth. "They're going to take turns with her," he murmurs in my ear. "Until they stop taking turns and just take her."
I gasp again, my core clenching. It's filthy and debauched. I shouldn't like it. I should be horrified. Yet I'm not. I can't look away as one of them crawls onto the bed with her, kissing a trail up her leg. She arches upward, her moan of surrender rippling through the room.
I imagine myself on that bed, bound and helpless, with Bronx kissing his way up my leg. I can't move. I'm helpless to do anything but surrender to the pleasure.
My legs sway beneath me as a blast of desire rips through me, hot and intense, threatening to liquefy me.
He must feel me trembling because he splays his hand across my abdomen, his fingers just inches from my center. With me sitting, my short dress has ridden up, perilously close to flashingmy panties at him. All he has to do is shift the fabric a mere inch or two, and he'll see everything.
He doesn't.
"Spread your legs, Gemma."
"H-here?"
"No one can see you," he promises. "I chose this booth for a reason."
Of course he did. I have a feeling he isn't the kind of guy who likes to share. I don't think exhibitionism or voyeurism are his things. I'm not sure exactly what he's into yet, but he doesn't even want me talking to anyone else in here. That doesn't exactly scream that he's willing to let them see me in an intimate moment, either.
I hesitate for only a moment, too turned on to tell him no. I don'twantto tell him no. Maybe I should. Maybe that's what I'm supposed to do…be a scared little virgin who doesn't know what she wants and cowers when faced with choices like this. But I've never been afraid of much. And right now, I know exactly what I want.
This bossy, beautiful man, and everything he's willing to teach me.
I spread my legs slightly.
His lips come down on the side of my neck. I moan, melting against him. In this moment, I feel more like myself than I ever have before now and somehow less like me than ever.
My dress rucks up another few inches, exposing my panties.
His sharp intake of breath makes my heart skip a beat. A thrill goes through me, turning me into a livewire. I'm a bundle of raw nerves and aching desire for this man, willing to give him anything.
"Good girl. Now, I'm going to watch you fuck your fingers while you watch what they do to her, Gemma."
"Bronx," I whisper, my heart pounding against my ribcage. I don't tell him no, though. I don't want to tell him no.
"Watch her, Dilemma," he breathes against my skin. "See how the pleasure takes her as he licks her cunt in front of everyone in the room."
I moan, my eyes locked on what's happening on the stage as I slip my hand down my body. I don't think he cares what's happening anywhere except right here in this booth. I feel his gaze on me the entire time, burning into me as if he's trying to memorize every moment.
One of the men on stage licks her. Her moan ripples through the room, rising in intensity. The other man plays with her nipples, watching what the first man does to her. She thrashes her head back and forth, caught in the throes of pleasure. It's filthy, but it's beautiful, too. I didn't expect to find that here.
"Touch your pussy, Dilemma," Bronx murmurs. "Take the pleasure your body craves so desperately."
God, it does crave it. So freaking bad it hurts.
I slip my hand into my panties, too turned on to refuse temptation. I want to come. I need to come. And I want Bronx to watch me do it.
"I smell you," he growls, attacking my throat with his lips and tongue and teeth. "Jesus Christ, beautiful. I hear how fucking wet that perfect little thing is already. Is it dripping yet?"
"Y-yes," I gasp, running my fingers in circles around my clit as the men on stage switch places. The one who was just eating her moves up by her head, leaning down to kiss her. He holds her gently, stroking her face as he murmurs to her. The gesture is intimate and loving…another bit of beauty in a place I expected to be anything but beautiful.
