What did they see when they looked at her?
She settled on the pillows and spread her thighs wide, her greedy fingers instantly going between her legs. Her eyes sought Cole. “I’ve pushed three of my fingers inside my pussy, and I’m stroking the pearl of my clit with my thumb while my other hand is pinching my nipple hard, just the way I like it. I’m fucking myself, Master, but it’s not enough. I need your cock.”
New sounds entered the room, quiet moans and smacking noises, telling her she wasn’t the only one masturbating. Cole had turned on the audio so she could hear the observers out in the hall. Now the exhibitionist was also the voyeur, both roles feeding off each other and driving her arousal even higher.
But only one person really mattered. Was her dirty talk arousing him? Could he visualize what she was doing to herself? Was he touching himself right now?
Her muscles tightened and her body shook, the fire in her core burning out of control. “I’m coming, Master. I’m coming.” Heat gathered in her pussy, burning hotter and hotter until she exploded and the heat rushed through her, leaving no part untouched.
A door slammed, footsteps stomped across the floor, and then Cole was there, the blindfold in his hands. He stood over her, ripping off his clothes.
Naked before her and those who remained in the hallway, he motioned to the mirrors. “I get it. I didn’t need to see you to visualize what you looked like as you fucked yourself to an orgasm. Lesson learned. But now I want you to watch me claim you.”
“No.” She got to her knees, leveling her mouth with his cock. “First I want you to watch me claim you.”
He jolted as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, exploring the sensitive underside. She licked her way down to his heavy testicles, then back up to the tip, where a drop of pre-come awaited her. Squeezing and jacking him with a firm grip, she lapped up the tangy essence before sucking the head of his cock into her mouth.
When he groaned and pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, she took it as a sign she was doing something right. He cupped the back of her head, his fingers winding into her hair, but he didn’t force himself any further or control her speed.
The taste of him, a mix of salt and musk, drove her wild. Made her pussy ache for him. A buoyancy filled her at the idea of pleasing him. Making him insane with pleasure and making him come.
His hand tightened on her head, and suddenly he wrenched away.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
“If you had kept up much longer, I would’ve come in your mouth.”
She smiled. “That was the general idea of me giving you a blow job.”
His hands went to her shoulders, his fingers possessively digging into her flesh. “I want my cock inside your pussy. I want to feel your heat. Your wet, velvety flesh as I drive myself in you over and over again. I want to feel you ripple around me as you climax.”
He moved behind her and kneeled on the pillows, facing her toward the audience. She looked at the mirrors.
Six Coles wrapped their dark tattooed arms around the pale skin of her middle.
Six Coles notched their cocks to Danielle’s slippery entrance and sank their rigid lengths into her.
Six Coles arched their necks and palmed her breast. “Fuck. Never felt so good.”
Each Cole commanded her body as if it belonged to him, dominance and control in every thrust.
He pulled at her nipples until she tore her gaze from the mirrors and cried out his name. “Every time I think it can’t get better, it does. You undo me, Danielle.”
Her thighs burned, and sweat trickled between her breasts. Hunger showed on each of the voyeur’s faces, moans and sobs spilling from their lips. Hunger for her. Hunger for release. Cole swept his hand to her clitoris, and she watched as his nimble fingers worked her. An electric current shot down her spine, zinging to her fingers and her toes. It was too much, the mirrors and the candles and the eyes dizzying, overpowering her ability to believe she was anything less than beautiful.
“I’m going to come,” she said breathlessly, unsure whether she was supposed to ask for permission.
He bit her neck in response, and the pleasurable pain of it sent her careening into a full-body climax, her muscles turning liquid and hot as her core pulsed and throbbed. Seconds later, Cole joined her, his own body still except for the twitch of his cock as it released inside of her.
She didn’t know how, but as if right on cue, the blinds lowered over the window and the audio feed quieted, so that the only sound in the room was their panting. They collapsed onto the pillows, and he kissed her tenderly, leisurely, as if they had all the time in the world.
But time was not on their side.