“I…”
“Tell me. No one else will know. Tonight, your fantasies will become a reality.”
“Yes, I like it.”
He increased the movement over her clit, added a harder tug on her nipple, and bit down on her shoulder. “I like them seeing how sexy you are. They can see your wet pussy too. See how hot you are for me.” He fucked her with his digits and thrummed her clit. His dick ached from how turned-on he was, but she was practically shaking in his arms. She was so close he knew she needed to come. “I can’t wait to spread your legs open and fuck you.”
“Oh god!”
“Yes, baby. I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name for everyone in this place to hear. They’ll all know you’re getting fucked so hard there will be no doubt how much I want you.”
Her back bowed off his chest, and her pussy grasped at his fingers.
“Max.” His name came out a broken plea.
He held her tight while she rode out her orgasm. She panted in his arms, her sharp intakes of air loud enough to make him want to roar in satisfaction when others turned to look at her.
It took several moments before she stopped panting in his hold. Once she had, he lifted the neckline of her dress and covered her breasts.
“Sabrina?”
She shifted on his lap, until she was sitting sideways and he could look into her passion-glazed eyes. He cupped her face and kissed her. Her soft lips opened for him instantly, allowing him to taste the sweet essence of her mouth. Their tongues slid over each other in desperate need.
He didn’t know what it was about her, but his need for her increased with each breath he took. Whatever it was, he knew he wanted more.
When he pulled back from their kiss, she licked her swollen lips, and he almost fucked her then and there.
“Let’s go to the next room.” He helped her up off his lap and curled a hand around her waist.
Nina wanted to find the nearest bed, or closet, or corner and beg Max to fuck her senseless. After what she’d consider one of the best orgasms of her life, her body was once again strung tight and ready for more. She had no idea what the next room would bring, but if it was anything like the last one, she was more than ready for it. Excitement buzzed in her blood, urging her closer to Max’s side.
She glanced over her shoulder when they reached the exit to the voyeur room. When she looked back, she noticed couples continued to play on the sofas in the dim light, but a few watched her and Max, interest clear in their eyes. What did they think? Did it matter? No. This was her night to be brazen and wild.
The heat of Max’s skin drew her into his embrace. She curled an arm around his naked waist, raking her nails across his side. They reached a closed metal door.
He stopped and turned to her. “Sabrina…”
She glanced up. Passion flared bright in his eyes, rousing the low fire inside her and turning her core into a throbbing mess.
“This room is a little different. If you’re not comfortable at any point, let me know.”
Curiosity grew inside her. He looked concerned, and she wondered what was behind the door.
“I’m fine, Max.”
“Remember, whatever happens tonight, I still want you.” He cupped her cheek and caressed her jaw with his thumb. The hunger she’d been fighting jerked at the chains and wanted loose. Her body clamored for more of his touch.
“Relax, and let’s go already.” Excitement buzzed in her veins.
“Wait. Just one more thing. You need to tell me now if you want to be the one calling the shots or if you’ll follow my lead.”
She frowned, unsure what he meant, but stopped to think about it. So far he’d given her endless amounts of pleasure and exactly what she craved without her having to tell him what to do. It seemed useless to call the shots when Max was more than capable of handling things himself.
“I guess I can follow your lead. But there aren’t going to be, like, ten guys in there all looking to fuck me or anything like that, right?”
He clenched his jaw. “The thought of sharing you never crossed my mind. I just want to do whatever I can to make you feel good.”
Tension drained from her limbs. She became more enthused and aroused at the prospect of Max spending the night making her fantasies come to life.
“Oh, and Max?” She grinned. “You can call me Nina. I think we’ve become acquainted enough.” She licked her bottom lip. “You can use my nickname. So, let’s go in already.”
“You’re following my lead,” he reminded; his eyes flared with arousal.
She nodded, waiting to see what he’d do.
He turned the knob. The door opened silently, and he motioned for her to enter the new room. It was empty of people, but what was in there was more interesting than the previous room. Metal hooks and chains were attached to one wall. On another wall were paddles of different sizes, along with whips and dog collars.