My body was tight though, not ready for this new place to be touched.
“Trust, Katalina,” he murmured in my ear as he grabbed the lubricant from the tray. “You either have it or you don’t.”
I turned to glare at him and I felt his finger leave me only to be replaced by a cold sensation. “Oh, my God,” I moaned as Rome pinched my clit and probed me over and over again as if he really did want all my trust.
I felt my body opening, but when he stuck two fingers in, I clenched.
He smacked my ass. “Katalina, relax.”
I breathed out and let the pleasure and pain zing through me. I closed my eyes and focused on it, focused on this city watching us, at me showing everyone who we were, at Rome being by my side for it all.
Another ass smack.
I cried out. All the stimulation, just the right amount of pain, my body unexpectedly took over and I climaxed, even though I’d thought there wasn’t much left in me.
I rode Rome’s hand and pushed my ass harder into his fingers.
“She’s ready for me,” he murmured. I didn’t know if it was to himself or to the crowd or to me.
I felt such a sense of loss when he pulled his fingers from me that I practically whimpered. Then his dick was up against my asshole and I felt the cool lubricant on it, nudging into me.
His hand worked my pussy and just as Rome started penetration, his fingers thrust in and out of me. The rhythm had me rocking back and forth on Rome’s dick while he nudged further and further in. My sensitive breasts rocked with the rhythm too and my hands went to them, squeezing them for more pleasure.
I felt more of the cool lubricant being added to my entrance. He was taking his time, making sure he didn’t fuck me raw.
He slid two extra fingers in my pussy and curled them. I moaned and rolled my whole body. It gave Rome a moment where I was open enough for him.
He thrust in further and I sucked in a breath. “Oh, fuck.”
“That’s right. Bigger than you expected when I screw you here, huh? Remember I own you. You own me, baby.”
I was gripping the edge of the table, so close to screaming in pain but also in ecstasy. He’d hit a place I couldn’t describe to anyone in the world. I’d never felt it before. I was empowered and completely helpless all at the same time.
“Say you’re mine,” he commanded.
I didn’t hesitate. I wanted him all and I wanted him now. “I’m yours. And you’re mine.”
“That’s”—he shoved the last inch of himself into me—“right.”
The initial shock of him filling me pushed me over the edge, and he pumped into me over and over as I thrashed and took the high I needed from him in front of everyone.
I felt his cum shoot into me with one last thrust and knew this solidified the bond we all had on another level.
The crowd was clapping around me, like somehow we’d won them over from this show.
I knew we had. Deals were made in the basements of sex clubs by the rich and the famous. This was how.
I relaxed onto the table as Rome pulled out of me and barely lifted my head when he murmured for the guys to take me to the back to clean up and recoup.
Rome said he’d be back in minutes, that he had to check something, that no other man better touch me in that time.
The monster was now back full force, ready to rip apart anyone who wanted a piece of me.
He’d done the show. He was over it now.
He bent down and looked at me before they took me to the back of the club. “I’m in love with your crazy and I’m in love with your ass. I’ll see you back there in a minute, huh?”
I smiled at him. It was one of those smiles I felt deep in my bones, like we’d done what we set out to do. That things would be right now. That we’d move forward instead of back.