“It’s what was bound to happen. We’ve all wanted your pleasure and everyone needs to see.” Rome looked at the others. “You want to get on that table? Maybe we shouldn’t cross that line here.”
“Rome.” My lazy gaze fell on him. “I determine my own lines, no?”
He leaned over me, his hands on each arm of the throne, and glared at me. “The baby in you is ours. That makes this body of yours just as much mine. You’ll always be mine. I don’t dip my dick anywhere else.”
I raised an eyebrow. Rome’s dirty talk was authoritative, and my pussy clenched as I pushed him further, seeing that possessive animal in him come to life. “I didn’t tell you that you couldn’t. I make my own lines.”
I started to stand up, but Rome shoved me down. Then he dove down to suck on my neck. Hard. He bit and scraped his teeth on me. He left marks, painful ones, before he dragged his tongue across them all.
He gripped my chin and jerked my head toward him. “Mine. Say it.”
“I think you’ll have to prove that,” I whispered to him.
Dante spoke up from the side. “Prove it here, right?”
He patted the table and I walked over, nodding. “Right here.”
Rome shook his head. “You haven’t had enough in front of everyone? Just say you’re mine and I’ll take you out of here.”
He smiled at me like he enjoyed daring me. He knew I wouldn’t concede and people watched as we stared one another down.
“I belong to me,” I said. “I say when I’m done, Rome. And you listen.”
Just a foot away, the table of dark wood waited, unforgiving. The first board was slanted diagonally so that I would be upright but at a good angle to have someone hit me doggy style with a lot of force. Dante directed me to put a leg on either side of the two boards attached to the bottom of the slanted board. The dark leather padding on them pushed against the back of my knees and lower thigh, keeping my legs from closing.
My ass and pussy were bare underneath my skirt. If someone lifted it or put their hand a little ways up the skirt, they’d know, I was open to be fucked. Ravaged and taken advantage of.
Dante asked, “Are you comfortable?”
I winked at him. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
He hummed low. “Some days I wonder how much your body can take.”
“Guess we’re about to test that out.”
Rome motioned to a hostess and she delivered tools on a silver tray. I turned to see Rome picking up a paddle.
He chuckled when my eyes widened. “I’ll use it on you one day, huh?”
I was panting just thinking about it. Still, I taunted him. “Or maybe not. I don’t think you deserve to punish me that way.”
He took his time lifting my skirt high enough for my ass to show to everyone. He smacked me hard with his open palm.
“Jesus,” I yelped.
Rome then dipped his finger inside me and rolled it. My ass moved immediately with the motion. Rome chuckled, “Damn, you’re always so wet and ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Shut up,” I ground out, wanting his finger to just keep going, to keep hitting me in all the right spots.
He didn’t continue though. Suddenly he pulled out and leaned forward to whisper into my ear. “Should we show everyone who you belong to now? Forever?”
I eyed the tray. I looked at him. I wondered if I’d ever want anything more than him in this moment. He was doing what I wanted, putting on the show in front of everyone, showing them all how we were bound together. “You better make this so good for meandfor our city to see.”
He chuckled like he enjoyed the challenge. That same finger was at my ass, probing my one virgin hole with a firm motion.
His finger was wet from my slickness and I gasped when he shoved it in.
My face was toward the damn balcony; I could see everyone watching me. They looked on as I took that finger. I bit down on my lip and tried not to cry out immediately. Rome’s other hand expertly rubbed my clit and I tried not to orgasm right away too.