The scent of her enveloped me, pushing out the rage that was filling me and giving me something far more intoxicating to focus on.
“I’m thinking about tasting you just like you asked me, pretty little anarchist,” I said to her, my thumb tracing a slow line over the centre of her back. “I’m all caught up on imagining me getting on my knees for you, pushing that skirt up over your hips and peeling your thighs apart so that I can see you bare and dripping for me.”
“I have panties on,” she breathed, the hand which pressed to my chest fisting in my clothes as I tutted.
“I don’t want any barrier between us,” I rumbled in her ear. “I want to find you ready for me when you command me to take you. I want to push those soft thighs apart and lick my way up the insides of them until you’re quivering with want beneath me, your arousal running down that silky flesh of yours to meet my tongue. I need to taste the want on you while you claw at my hair, dragging me closer while I lick and tease you, making you want me so bad that you can’t take it anymore.”
Brooklyn whimpered and I carved my fingers down her spine until I was gripping her ass in my hand and squeezing tight.
“I want to hear you beg me for my tongue. I want your fingernails carving the flesh from my body and making me bleed as you force me to give you what you need. And then, when you decide I’ve gotten you worked up enough, you’re going to tell me what you want from me and I’m going to sink my tongue right into that tight hole of yours and lap the taste of you from your flesh. I’m going to lick and suck and tease you while you grind your hips against my face and I fuck you with my mouth, worshipping you the way you deserve to be served.”
“Jack,” Brooklyn pleaded, looking up at me and biting down on her bottom lip. “Do that now. Take me here.”
I shook my head, dropping my mouth to her throat again and running my tongue up the side of her neck just like I was hungering to do to her pussy. The plea in her voice was almost enough to force me into action, but I needed more bite to it, a true command that forced me to bend to her will. Maybe even one that came from the psychotic man who ruled us.
“You aren’t ready for me though, are you?” I growled, finding the edge of her panties through the fabric of her dress and tugging on them sharply.
“When I get on my knees for you, you won’t want these here. I want to bury my head between your thighs and feel you lock them tight around my neck until I have you coming all over my face and I can’t get the flavour of you off my lips. I want to taste you as you come for me and wring your body out until you can’t take any more. And then, as soon as you command me to, I’ll give you my cock. I’ll drive it in fast and deep and make you ride me even though you’re spent. I’ll make that tight hole work every inch of me in and out over and over again and have you screaming my name as you come for me again, your pussy wrapped around me and my cum filling you up like you deserve. Would you like that?”
I drew back and Brooklyn nodded, her grip on my arm so firm that I was fairly certain she was using it to stop her knees from buckling.
I cocked my head to one side as I waited, my hand falling from her ass and she nodded quickly, grasping the edges of her panties through her leather dress and pushing them down.
She dropped them to the floor, stepping out of them and staring up at me full of want, she made a move to bend down for them but I caught her arm, shaking my head and leaning in closer.
“Show me you own me, Rook. Show me that I am nothing but your servant, born to please you.”
Brooklyn swallowed, her eyes two pools of want which drew me in closer as she took in what I was asking of her. What I needed.
“Pick them up,” she said in a firm tone, making my cock jerk at the authority she used and I instantly dropped to my knees for her.
She snapped her fingers as she pointed to the discarded underwear on the floor in a clear demand, making my lips curve at the corners as I obeyed without question.
I picked them up, offering the little scrap of black lace to her and watching as she took them from me before lifting them to my lips. I leaned in instantly, licking the taste of her from the seam and groaning as the wet material made my cock throb with need.
Brooklyn’s eyes had gone all wide and wanton as she watched me and I slipped the panties into my pocket before getting to my feet and leaning close once more.
“Start thinking about what you want me to do to you, beautiful. I’m all yours after all,” I said in a low voice, eyeing the way her nipples peaked through the fabric of her dress and supremely looking forward to acting out that little fantasy on her body just as soon as she said the word.
I took Brooklyn’s hand and drew her along the corridor full of couples enjoying the sex swings, leading her out into the wider space beyond where another bar opened up and there were more people with their clothes still on.
Mateo stalked out of another corridor, the darkness of his aura keeping most people away from him though there was a little trail of submissives skulking along in his shadow hopefully, ball gags, whips and cuffs hanging from their fingers and their heads dipped low as they worked to draw his attention.
He moved to join us, barking an angry command at his little fan club as they followed him, telling them to fuck off and they obediently scurried away, disappearing from sight within a few moments. My muscles clenched at the sound and I wondered if he might enjoy commanding me to do a few things to our girl too, the three of them taking control and making me pleasure her in all the ways she deserved. I didn’t mind the sound of that at all.
“You gathered a whole tribe of lonely souls, Dead Man,” Brooklyn breathed as he joined us, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it.
“I don’t want any soul but yours, chica loca,” he swore, pinning her in his dark gaze and making her blush.
Niall sauntered out of another corridor next, a pink feather boa wrapped around his neck and a big grin on his face that said he’d been up to no good.
He jerked his chin at Brooklyn and she took off, running across the bar then leaping into his arms where he kissed her roughly in front of the entire room and she tugged on the ends of the feather boa to choke him during it.
Mateo and I exchanged a look before striding over to join them, the two of us still feeling out the boundaries of this arrangement we were all coming to, though in all honesty, I couldn’t see myself backing out of it. If I stayed with them, I got to have my wild girl close, got to touch and kiss her, make her moan my name and offer up my secrets to her. We were safe in the home Mateo and Niall had reinforced away from the world out of sight. The worst of my tendencies weren’t frowned upon with them, they were embraced, and I knew I wouldn’t find that anywhere else, so what motivation was there for me to leave?
“There’s a private entrance to the auctions through the kitchens,” Niall said, setting Brooklyn down on her feet and throwing an arm around her shoulders possessively. “I got a helpful little Sandra to tell me all about it while teasing her with the idea that I might take a piss in her mouth. I woulda done it too, but it didn’t feel right knowing how much she’d get off on it. My piss is all yours, Spider.”
“I don’t want your pee water. You can keep it in your danger dick,” Brooklyn replied, wrinkling her nose.
“Even so, she can’t have it either,” Niall promised seriously, tickling her nose with the end of the feather boa.
“Where are these kitchens?” Mateo asked, looking towards the bar and Niall nodded.
“Through there - if my little piss-drinking friend had her facts right.” He pushed between me and Mateo, keeping Brooklyn close to him as they led the way to the bar.