“Alexius,” I breathe out. “I need to—”
He jerks away and drops the skirt of my dress, my climax gone and my body in sheer agony. “What the hell?”
He wipes my arousal from his mouth with the back of his hand, his tongue swiping along his lips. “You don’t get to come yet.”
“Are you trying to kill me?”
There’s a sly grin on his face, and I’m inclined to think that right now, my husband is an asshole for not letting me come.
My thighs are wet. My pussy is throbbing. And every muscle in my body is complaining as Alexius leads me out of the large room and down a dark hallway. Light strips are attached to the floor like a thousand fireflies are flanking the hall, soft music playing through the ceiling speakers. For so long, I only imagined what this place looked like, what it was like on the inside of the sex club run by my husband and his brothers. But just like Mito, everything is tasteful, elegant, and sophisticated. It’s not some back-alley sex joint where everything smells like cum, and the filth of others clings to your skin while dirty sheets creep up your ass, and the clang of chains accentuates women’s screams of pain.
We stop at a black door with a gold knob, and Alexius doesn’t even hesitate before opening it and walking inside like he owns the place. Oh, right…he does.
The first thing I notice is the smell. It’s a subtle fusion of vanilla and rose, the air warm and clean. But I can feel and smell the sex in the air. It’s seeping through my pores and infecting me.
There’s a four-poster bed with white chiffon curtains draped down the sides placed in the middle of the room, and tied to it is the masked girl who left with her Dom earlier. He’s there, too, his shirt gone and only wearing his black pants, the zipper pulled down halfway, teasing a glimpse of a defined V and the outline of his straining cock pressing hard against the fabric.
I suck in a breath when I spot the pink vibrator in his hands, slowly dragging it against her skin and up the inside of her thigh. Her ankles are fastened to a spreader bar, her legs wide. From this angle, I can see every part of her sex, and how she’s squirming on the sheets tells me her body is in agony and in desperate need of release.
“What do you see, stray?” Alexius slips in behind me and wraps an arm around my waist, grinding his cock against my ass.
“I see a woman who wants to come.”
“Remind you of anything?”
The man gently eases the vibrator against her pussy lips, brushing it up and down with delicate strokes. The woman’s moan is loud, desperate, and a fucking aphrodisiac, sending my pulse racing.
“Mito,” I whisper, my eyes transfixed on the couple in front of me. He’s teasing her with the vibrator, dragging it upward across her pelvis, circling the tip around her hardened nipple. Her entire body is quivering, her pussy glistening with a need to come.
“Remember what you asked of me that night?”
I nod, an image of his hand between that woman’s legs flashing in my head.
“Tonight,” he rasps against my ear, “it’s your turn.”
“What?” I cut my gaze over my shoulder. “You want me to—”
“Make her come. Yes.” Abruptly, his fingers dig into the flesh of my waist, and I can hear the hard tenor of his voice laced with lust and desire. “You are going to take that vibrator and fuck her with it until she comes while I sit in that chair and watch, stroking my own cock.”
The idea is dirty, hot, filthy, and erotic as fuck. “And you don’t mind me playing with her? Touching her?”
“As long as you don’t come without my cock in your cunt, I’m more than okay with it. Just remember our rule. No talking.” He lets go of me and retreats to the back, taking a seat on the single chair across from the bed. “Now, go on. Make her scream just like you scream for me, stray.”
He nods in the man’s direction, and the man drops the vibrator on the bed, stepping away. I look at Alexius, his eyes hooded with lust and raking down my body. I’m not the shy, naive woman he married. I’m confident in my own skin, confident in what I want and what I’ll do to get it. Alexius taught me to accept who I am and not feel shame or uncertainty when it comes to my desires and needs. My fantasies. This is who I am, part predator, part prey.
Licking my lips, I pick up the vibrator and switch it on. The buzzing toy sends shivers down my spine, and I trail it up her thigh, watching her writhe. I already know what she needs. She needs it between her legs. She needs it inside her. She needs to be fucked by the pink toy in my hand.
I sit down on the side of the bed, glancing at Alexius. He’s watching me intently, pulling out his cock and folding his fingers around his shaft, gently stroking it. The sight of him is enough to push me over the edge. He already had me teetering there earlier, ready to erupt. My body is still high and sensitive. Even the way my thighs rub together threatens to let me erupt.
“Make her come, stray,” Alexius demands, his voice low and tone stern.
Her hips buck in search of the toy, but I slip my finger through her slit instead, air rushing my lungs as I feel her hot, swollen flesh beneath my fingertips.
“That’s it, baby girl. Play with her pussy,” Alexius growls, and I gently ease along the edges of her pussy lips, spreading her arousal, watching it coat my fingers.
“Hmm,” she moans, and I continue to stroke her, appreciating the way her hips move, her cunt growing wetter because of the way I’m touching her. My finger prods her entrance, and I glance at her face, her eyes rolled closed, her pert nipples hard and tits gorgeously round.
I push my finger into her hole, and a whimper breezes past my lips. It’s warm, soft, and so fucking wet I easily add another finger, slipping in two and working her pussy slowly and gently. Touching her, feeling her, working her cunt is far more arousing than I thought it would be.