I expect to feel relief over her easy acceptance of my conditions, but something about the fact she doesn’t have any qualms with me fucking other women puts me a bit on edge. It’s just not normal, and I feel jittery about really knowing what her feelings are on the matter. That makes me even more uneasy because I never worry about women’s emotional well-being. I’ll give them unbelievable physical pleasure, but I never waste my time wondering how they feel inside.
And yet, I am now, and fuck… totally freaked about that.
But… the best way to take the edge off anything is to fuck it out of my system.
I grab Trista by the hand and start pulling her toward the office door. She immediately digs in her heels and yanks back against me.
Turning to face her, I impatiently ask, “What’s the problem?”
“Well… I just sort of figured we’d maybe start in here. You know… just having some privacy…”
I laugh at her na?veté as I shake my head at her absurdity. “I’m sure there will come a time when I’ll fuck you in my office more for convenience sake than anything else, but it’s more important that we pop your cherry tonight.”
Trista jerks her hand away from me and takes a wary step back. “You said I wasn’t ready for anal sex.”
Chuckling, I snag her hand back in mine and pull it up for a soft kiss over her knuckles—a move that’s totally out of character for me, but I want to reassure her. “You are utterly fucking adorable. And you’re right… you are not ready for anal sex. I’m talking about popping your exhibitionism cherry.”
Trista’s perfectly arched eyebrows pull inward with confusion. “Excuse me?”
I jerk my head toward my office door. “You’re going to go into one of the rooms, and then we’re going to fuck in front of other people.”
Trista sucks in air through her nose and her eyes swim with turbulence. “I can’t—”
“You can and you will,” I tell her as I start to pull her toward the door. “It’s what you came here for.”
I expect her to argue with me, but she holds her silence. At least in her mind, she seems to admit that truth to herself. Part of the allure of this club is having people watch you, and it’s exactly why she’s following docilely behind me.
“Do you do this with your employees often?” she asks me.
“Not often.” I don’t elaborate further because it’s none of her business.
I lead Trista to The Orgy Room because I know it’s her favorite. My three days of stalking her over the security feeds has given me good information, and besides… it’s the easiest place for her to lose her inhibitions because of all the naked people lying around have sex in every way imaginable.
The room is busy, approximately three quarters full. Most of the people in here are actively engaged in some form of sexual activity, and the sounds of moans and grunts almost drowns out the seductive music playing in the background. My gaze sweeps the room, noting several available pieces of furniture, and I head straight for one that has the most people surrounding it. I want as many eyes on Trista as possible as I know her embarrassment will heighten her pleasure, and just the thought of this being her first time fucking in front of people makes my cock go even harder.
I stop beside a chaise lounge that’s wide enough to easily accommodate a couple. It sits low to the ground and has a slanted, rolled back on one end that is good for bending a woman over or to lounge her back against while she rides cock.
I turn on Trista, giving her one last chance to have some control over her immediate fate. “Do you want this?”
She swallows hard and I wouldn’t be surprised if she were to bolt out of here like a scared rabbit. Instead, she just nods her head and I’m practically slayed by the look of trust in her eyes.
Some of that trust is deserved. She’s not going to regret what I’m getting ready to do to her. She’s going to feel fucking fantastic when I’m done. But what happens after this is all over will never be in her best interest because she will first and foremost be my pawn to get back at her brother. I want her more than I’ve wanted a woman in a long damned time, but I can’t lose sight of my original intention, which is revenge. My need for that trumps any attack of conscience that makes me question my plans.
“Take off your top,” I murmur.
Her gaze upon me never wavers, her hesitation lasting no longer than a second before she reaches to the hem and pulls the top over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, but I already knew that and my eyes immediately drop to her breasts.
They’re fucking fantastic. Round, plump with light pink nipples that are already contracted tightly. I cannot wait to play with them. My gaze slides back up to find Trista staring at me intently.
I give her a knowing smile. Taking a moment to swivel my head left, then right, I take in our audience. The regulars in here know me, and a lot of people like to watch me fuck. Several pairs of eyes are watching.
I give my attention back to Trista, who is still staring at me almost as if her life depends on it. It’s obvious it’s because she is afraid to look around and acknowledge the fact that she is now a spectacle for other people’s viewing pleasure.
I reach out and take her gently by the jaw, using pressure to turn her face away from me.
“Look around you, love,” I lean into her to whisper. “You have a ton of people who can’t wait to see what I’m going to do to you.”
I almost groan as Trista’s entire body shudders just from the raw promise. I bet if she wasn’t wearing panties, she be dripping right now.
Releasing her jaw, I slowly take my tie off and throw it onto the chaise. My dress shirt and the white t-shirt underneath follow, dropping carelessly to the floor. I finally get a reaction from Trista as her eyes roam over my chest and torso, and I must say, I like her looking at me.
“Take your panties off,” I tell her as I remove my belt. That falls on the chaise as well. I’m not sure if I’ll use it or the tie.
Trista’s hands go to the zipper at the back of her skirt, but I give a hard shake of my head. “Leave the skirt on.”
I pop the button and release the zipper on my pants as Trista reaches under her skirt and shimmies out of her underwear. They land on the floor next to my clothing.
I make no further move to disrobe but instead hold my hand out to Trista. Without hesitation, she places her palm against mine and I wrap my fingers around hers. With a gentle tug, I pull her closer to the chaise lounge and order, “Straddle it.”
She follows my command beautifully, lifting a gorgeous leg over until she’s standing over the furniture with her legs spread. Her eyes are slightly glazed, and she’s fallen into a sexual haze where you let your instincts and needs guide you. She’s pliable right now, and I’m impressed. She seems to have given in completely to the experience.
“Pull your skirt up. Let me see what you have under there.”
Her hands tremble as she does my bidding, baring her pussy to me and that gorgeous ass to the people standing behind the chaise watching.
I raise my head to meet Trista’s eyes again, and I’m surprised to see they are swimming with uncertainty now and I almost feel sorry for her.
Almost.
I won’t bother to alleviate her fears right now because it’s the discomfort of this situation, she’ll soon found out, that makes this so arousing. I’m going to push her hard because of that.