The One Addicted(83)

“Your eyes give away everything, baby – I’ve told you before and right now I feel like I’m about to be eaten alive.”

I lower my eyes in shame. Is it that obvious?

“Hey, hey? I’m only joking – don’t ever hide your emotions from me. I want to be able to read you; need to for us to work. If it makes you feel any better I feel the same. We should never have come here.”

“Why?” I look about us and my question is answered immediately. Everyone is horny. Everyone is here with the purpose of getting laid and everyone is pushed to their limits.

“Because all I want to do is slip under this table and tongue that sexy little clit of yours until you beg me to slip my finger inside of you; until you beg me to fill you with my come.”

I gulp at his words, dirty and erotic and my cervix aches in response. “I wish you could.”

In the dark I think I see his brow rise in surprise and it pleases me that he knows how much I want him and that I’m willing to try new things, but instead he just leans in to plant a slow kiss on my lips, sending hot fires to my belly and creating a pool of dampness in my panties. “Baby, there are so many clubs I could take you to back home, where legalities don’t exist, and we could do just what I’ve described – openly and without my brother and your best-friend nearby. Where people walk around naked, their breasts and pussies on display, cocks being pumped, threesomes, four-ways, you name it but with you, I won’t share. It’ll never happen. I won’t allow anyone but me to see you naked. You are not for another man’s eyes.”

God, if he kept talking to me this way I was going to come without him touching me, I am so turned on. I love the fact that he is so protective and alpha about my body. I am his and that is fine by me.

I reach across under the table and place my hand on his cock, its hardness solid and searching, desperate to be released and so hot, but I’m only there an instant before he plants a hand over mine and removes it slowly and deliberately; his face composed, but I can tell he is finding it difficult to maintain equilibrium.

The dark purple room, is perfect for seduction and all around us, transactions are being made, bodies being sold and sex the main agenda. Several men have looked my way but I don’t want to encourage them. “You have caught the eye of many men Lucia. All of them wanting to take you home and fuck you and I am the lucky one. The one who will see you explode around my cock tonight and get to sheath myself in that tight pussy of yours.”

“Oh Seb, I’m not sure I can last much longer. Can we just go… please!”

It’s a whisper and I push my breasts towards him, desperate to feel him cup them but his teasing continues. “This place is all about the build-up, baby. So you’ll be dripping by the time I take you. Like at Scarlet House - it makes you think about sex, not BDSM, or kink, just erotica, the tension is built by being near someone, talking about what we’re going to do to each other and not being able to touch - it makes for a far better end result. It’s all about the anticipation - what’s to come or who…”

Me I hope and it better be soon. Who’d have thought in a matter of weeks I’d have become so demanding?

Out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of a tall vibrant red-head weaving her way towards our booth, her eyes transfixed on her goal - Sebastian. From the moment we’d entered I’d seen female heads turn like hungry she-wolves and their shrewd eyes assess Seb as prey; the jealousy I feel is primal. I had thought that with my permanent fixture at his side that would be enough for them to back off, figuring I’d bagged him first - obviously not? Then again, I have to remind myself that these women were here to work and they’d fight to the death to get a prize such a Sebastian or Nathan - it would make the job far easier to bear - would make it less work and more play I’m sure.

The brassy redhead reaches our table and places a hand on her slim hip, all the while ignoring me and focused entirely on my man. In a heavily laced Russian accent she asks directly and confidently, “I ‘ave not seen you in ‘ere before. You like to go back to ‘otel and I show you why zhey call me the best huesos in Dubai?”

WTF? And what was a huesos when it was at home?

To give Seb his due he appears as surprised as I am at this woman’s directness and with a smile responds. “No thanks.”

I am griping the stem of my champagne flute so tightly I fear it will snap clean off and tight-lipped I place it calmly onto the tabletop, so as not to do damage to myself. The bitch continues to hover like a bad smell and appraise Sebastian at her leisure.