Dirty Bad Wrong(53)

I heard the softest groan from the back of her throat as I raised her tits high in my hands, rolling her nipples between my fingers while she writhed against my chest, compliant.

“Good girl.” I raised my knees between hers, hooking her legs to spread them wide. She moaned, fighting my efforts but only for a second. I squeezed her tits with savage strength to punish her, loving the way her shoulders hunched at the pain.

“Touch yourself.” She ignored my instruction at first, nervous enough to flash her eyes around the room. The gaze of strangers met hers, and instinct made to clamp her legs shut. I blocked her efforts, reaching down to wrench her panties to the side. “Play with your dirty wet cunt, Cat, before I put you over my knee in front of this whole fucking room. Is that what you want?” Slowly she slid her hand between her thighs, rubbing so softly she was hardly moving. I swatted her hand away in frustration, and she whimpered as I plunged two fingers inside her. “That’s what you need... show the world your pretty little snatch.”

The action on the stage ramped up a level, Cain lowering Vix’s bonds enough to slide his cock into her mouth. He shoved his hips forward and she gagged on him, chest heaving and retching as he forced his way all the way in. I felt Lydia clench around my fingers, a soft little mewl hissing from her lips.

“You like that?” I teased. “Like the way he fucks her mouth?” She nodded, so slightly it was almost unperceivable. “Ever had someone use you like that, Cat? Choke you up real fucking good?” She shook her head. “That’s going to change real soon, my sweet little Cat’s eyes, you’re going to retch on my cock until you’re fucking sick.”

My good little Lydia lost the plot in my lap, whimpering and bucking and riding herself stupid on my thick fucking fingers. Sweet Christ, she was a dirty bitch after all. I pulled out to strum her clit, playing her fast, straight over the edge of orgasm. She arched herself against me, wrapping her arms back around my neck for leverage as she came in my hands. I smiled into her neck as she floated back down, trembling in the aftershock. She came to her senses, covering her tits back up and closing her legs tight, all too aware of the eyes staring at her.

“That was insane,” she whispered.

“It was hot,” I breathed, grinding my crotch into her ass.

I pointed her attention back to the stage where Vix was still getting her face fucked, rivulets of tears and spit dribbling down her chin. Beautiful.

Lydia turned to face me, eyes wide and so fucking gorgeous. “Were you serious?” she said. “Are you really going to fuck my throat like that?”

“No,” I said. “I’m not going to fuck your throat like that.” I smiled at her confusion. “It’s going to be a whole lot fucking worse.”

I wasn’t joking.



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Lydia

I needed the next wine, and the one after that. I was burning with embarrassment; crazy shocked that I’d let Masque finger me in front of a room full of strangers, but hell he’d got me off. He’d got me off so good my insides were still reeling, and I’d liked it. I’d loved it. He sipped at his scotch on the rocks in silence, brooding and dangerous. His eyes were in the shadows, hidden in the hollows of the mask, yet I knew he was staring at me. He hadn’t stopped.

He ordered another whisky, but didn’t give me the option of more wine. Instead of alcohol, which I could have desperately done with, he ordered me a pint of water, and placed it firmly in front of me.

“I’m ok,” I said. “I’m not drunk.”

“It’s not because you’re drunk. I want you to drink that pint for me, as fast as you can.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Do as you’re told. You’ll see why.”

I took a long swig, glugging back as much as I could in a single effort.

A woman in white PVC made her way over, leaning down into his ear. I strained to make out what she was saying over the beat of the music. He smiled his thanks and waved her away. “That’s our call, you’d better drink up.”

“Our call?”

“Playroom three is empty.”

“Oh.” Nerves flared, dancing around my spine, but my clit was on fire, pulsing between my legs.

He got up in my face, his breath hot on my lips. “If you want to back out, now would be a good time.”

I swigged back the rest of my water, gulping it down as fast as I could swallow, then slammed the empty glass on the bar. “I’m not wimping out, Masque, I want you to fuck my mouth.”

“It’s going to be rough, Cat, and real fucking dirty.” He placed a hand around my throat, surveying his vessel.