Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“It was good,” I answered, leaning into the bite of pain.
He hummed his pleasure. “Now, I’m going to take your panties off first. Then your skirt. You can keep this top and those sexy as fuck boots on.”
Chills spread from where his breath caressed my neck, and the deep rumble of his voice vibrated against my back. Fingers slipped up my leg and under my skirt, hooking around the hips of my lace thong, tugging down. God, I loved the sensation of his rough hands gently removing my panties, baring me just for him.
The skirt followed, allowing cool air to brush against my damp core, reminding me how exposed I was. My mind tried to stray—tried to wonder what the audience thought when they looked at me, but then I reminded myself that he had me exactly how he wanted me, and nothing else mattered. He was my Dominant, and the only thing I needed to worry about was pleasing him. Everything else washed away, leaving room to just feel.
“Lie down,” he ordered.
The chair mimicked a wave with two arcs, one higher than the other, and a dip in between. Unsure how to place myself, I went with what felt most natural and sat in the middle, leaning my back against the higher curve and draping my legs over the lower one. By the time I settled, Lucian had stripped his shirt and was working on his pants.
My mouth went dry as I panted, eyes devouring every sculpted line of his chest and abs. I’d never imagined being drawn to chest hair, yet the dark smattering between his pecs always sent my arousal skyrocketing. When his pants slid lower, revealing the deep grooves at his hips, a helpless moan slipped free.
I slicked my tongue across my lips, imagining tracing the ridges down to his hard cock. “Oh, god,” I whimpered.
He smirked and pushed my legs to either side of the chair, spreading me open, before swinging his own leg over the seat. He lowered himself and grabbed my waist, scooting me up the higher arc before re-situating us with my legs over his. His hands skimmed up from my thighs, one settling between my legs, collecting moisture from my entrance to circle around my clit as the other cupped my breast and rolled my nipple through my top.
“Nnngg,” I groaned, rocking my hips, searching for more friction.
“So wet, baby,” he said, leaning down to suck on my nipple.
I cried out, earning a dark chuckle from him.
He released my breast with a pop and dipped his fingers back to my opening. “I’m going to fuck you now. Right here. I want you to watch. I want you to see every inch of me sinking deeper and deeper inside you.”
“Yes.”
He freed himself from his pants and used my wetness to stroke his length before brushing the head against my folds. Back and forth, teasing me as he coated himself. I held my breath as he finally lined himself up, so ready to feel him stretching me open.
He pressed in barely an inch when a soft rustle sounded from the shadows with a quiet moan. Nothing loud or obtrusive, but enough to split my attention, creating a small enough fissure for an unwanted memory to slip through.
“You mind if we jack off?” one of my boyfriend’s friends asked.
“Go ahead, bro,” he answered, rocking me harder on his lap.
“Hell, yeah. We get a live show,” another said, getting his dick out.
The excitement I’d started with, putting on a discreet show with my boyfriend, faded, making me a little uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to lose myself to the thrill of the moment. So, I focused on my boyfriend.
“I bet her orgasm is so much wilder in person.”
“I can’t wait to hear her screams right next to me. Better than the videos.”
“Yeah, it’s the closest you’ll get to fucking her yourself.”
“Wait, what?” I asked, his friends’ comments pulling me from my buzz. “What videos?”
“It’s nothing, Aspen,” my boyfriend said, trying to pull my top down. “Come on, babe. Show ‘em your tits.”
I held my shirt to my chest. “You said under our clothes so they wouldn’t see.”
“We’ve seen it all anyway,” one of the guys taunted, stroking himself.
“What the hell does that mean?” I screeched, trying to get off my boyfriend’s lap, not wanting to play at exhibitionism anymore.
“Aspen. Stop.”
“No. You stop. I want to stop.”
“Hey, bro. You promised us a live show tonight,” one of his friends accused.
“What? What do you mean?” I couldn’t keep up. None of this made sense. All I knew was that I wanted to stop.
But when I pushed off of my boyfriend’s chest to get up, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pinned me to him, his other hand shackling my wrists behind my back.