“Would they mind that we’re here?”
“No, sweetheart, they love being watched. Most of us do. It’s part of the thrill.” He leads me to a sofa I hadn’t noticed in a dark corner and positions me in front of him, between his spread legs with his arms around me.
“Will they actually have sex?”
“Probably. They usually do. We allow actual intercourse only in the dungeon and private rooms, not in the main room upstairs.”
Because he wants to know my every thought, I say, “I’m not sure how I feel about watching Hayden have sex and then seeing him at the party tomorrow.”
“Do you want to leave before they do?”
I’m torn between wanting to see this through to completion and not wanting to watch Hayden have sex. Yet I can’t look away. “We can stay.”
The scene progresses slowly. I have no idea if we’re there half an hour or two hours, because I’m so caught up in what’s happening between them.
Flynn’s erection is pressed tight against my bottom and the vibrating plug, his hand is flat against my belly, and I’m on the verge of begging him to touch me when he tugs on the button to my pants.
I’m immediately filled with panic and excitement and desire that’s hotter and more potent than anything I’ve felt before.
He pulls down my zipper, slowly but insistently, as if he’s waiting for me to stop him. But stopping him is the last thing I want to do. I raise my hips against his hand, encouraging him to touch me before I die from wanting him to.
Across the room, I see Hayden remove the dildo from Cresley’s vagina. He drops his pants, and I think about diverting my gaze, but I don’t. I watch as he swings Cresley’s body close to him and impales her. She cries out from the impact.
Flynn’s hand slides inside my pants.
Because they suddenly feel about ten sizes too small, I want to pull them off to give him room. I shaved down there earlier, so my skin is ultrasensitive. Every nerve ending in my body seems to have arrived in one place to party for the night. All it will take is one brush of his finger over my clit to detonate an orgasm for the ages. Naturally, he must know that, because he touches me everywhere but where I need him most.
“So wet,” he whispers as he slides his fingers into me.
“Flynn… Don’t tease me.”
“Who am I here?”
“S-sir. Please…” I open my eyes to see Hayden pounding into Cresley. I hadn’t intended to watch, but I can’t look away.
“Do you like watching them, Nat?”
The whisper of his breath against my ear whips through me on a tidal wave of sensation. I raise my hips, trying to get him to move his fingers, but he won’t be rushed.
“Natalie? Answer me.”
“Yes, I like it. I like to watch.” Saying it out loud, admitting to it, is like gas being thrown on the already out-of-control wildfire that burns within me.
“Mmm, I can tell.”
He keeps me impaled on his fingers, pulsing them inside me in time with the insistent throb that beats through me. “Hayden can keep this up for hours. I can, too.”
“No…” The single word is expelled on a whimper.
“No, who?”
“Sir. No, Sir.”
“Are you saying no to me, Natalie?”
“I’m begging you, Sir. Please let me come.”
He sets the vibration in the plug to the next level, the most intense level, and I cry out before I can remember where I am or that I might disturb the others. But they are so caught up in what they’re doing, they don’t notice me.
“I can’t… I have to…”
Flynn’s fingers find a spot deep inside me that triggers the epic release that’s been building for a long time now. As wave after wave of nearly unbearable pleasure overtakes me, it occurs to me that he never gave me permission to come. Anticipating the punishment I’ll receive triggers a second smaller orgasm.
“Someone is in big, big trouble,” he whispers as he brings me down slowly, dropping the vibration to a lower level. His fingers are still buried deep inside me, snug against the spot that set me off. If he keeps pressing against me there, it’s going to happen again, which I’m sure he already knows.
“Sir…”
“Yes, Natalie?”
“Please take me home now.”
“As you wish, my love.”
Chapter 15
I’ve never experienced anything sexier than Natalie’s reactions to the club and the scenes we watched together. The way she positively detonated in my arms has me clinging to sanity as I drive us home as quickly as I possibly can. I can’t wait to administer her punishment and then fuck her until I slake this unquenchable need that seems to grow and multiply every day we spend together.
“When we get home,” I say after a mostly silent ride, “you have five minutes to go into the bedroom, remove your clothes and present yourself for punishment.”
“H-how shall I present myself?”