The Assignment

by Jade A. Waters

  “I told him I might be taking my girlfriend. God, I have so many possibilities in mind for you tonight, love.”

  My chest filled with a burst of warmth.

  Girlfriend?

  Dean grasped my hand and led me away before I could speak.

  When did I get that label? Did it mean anything?

  And what were all these things he had in mind for the evening?

  Chapter Fifteen

  We were standing in a sex club. I wasn’t wearing panties. Dean had just called me his girlfriend.

  And despite the cascade of thoughts overtaking my brain, I couldn’t stop peering at everything around us.

  We wandered through the narrow hallway leading out of the coat check area into a large main room. Neon lights pulsated over a mock dance floor, where a mix of people—couples, trios and even foursomes—swayed in varying degrees of dance. Others didn’t dance at all, consumed with the exchange of a kiss or the eager roam of their hands. A few congregated at the narrow bar surrounded by provocative statues and paintings on the walls, while a couple more occupied the couches lining the opposite side of the room.

  I lifted my hands to my chest, and Dean gathered me in his arms.

  “What do you think?”

  I watched the couch nearest the deejay that hosted two people engaged in heavy play. The woman sat back while a man buried his face between her thighs. When she threw back her head, he added his fingers, making her grab at his hair.

  My nipples stiffened at the possibilities. “I like the mix. It feels...open.”

  “A playground.” Dean swayed me in his arms, his erection digging into my ass. “Should we stay, or see more?”

  My eyes stayed locked on the couple, but I mouthed, More, and Dean took my hand.

  In the adjoining room, music poured through speakers at a lower volume. This space was filled with couches and chairs instead of an open floor. Here, two women kissed in the corner, a man and a woman tossed about on a loveseat, and another half-undressed couple ran their hands all over one another.

  Dean slipped the heel of his palm against my groin. When I arched back into him, he said, “Whatever will I do with you here?”

  My knees weakened as he rubbed me. “Anything?”

  “Everything,” he said.

  I closed my eyes, aware that anyone in the room could look at us and see him touching me. We were modest compared to the other acts around us, and still my clit swelled with his graze. “I’m so turned on right now,” I said.

  Dean rubbed harder, his arms warm and protective around me. “That’s how I want you. I love knowing you’re hot and bothered. How hard you’ll come on me later.”

  I moaned, but Dean broke from me and gestured around.

  “Let’s see the whole place,” he said, intent on leaving me on edge. My vision clouded with the unexpected denial, but I spotted the stairway he pointed at in the corner of the room before he took my hand. The place wasn’t terribly full, so the blast of groans that came down to our ears once Dean and I mounted the stairs surprised me.

  The upper floor greeted us with an extended walkway and several cream-colored curtains splitting off into open mini-rooms, every activity visible as we passed by. Each view raised the blood in my cheeks and made my sex pulse with dew, which wasn’t subdued when Dean paused to fold me in his arms and stroke the side of my face.

  “Hot, isn’t it?”

  In front of us, a foursome fingered and sucked at one another. Between the sounds of their moans and Dean sliding his hand over my hip, I croaked out a breathy, “Yes.”

  “Come on, then.”

  He led me to the end of the walkway, where a larger space opened to several occupied couches and beds with multiple voyeurs hovering along the walls. There were easily over twenty people in the area. “Let’s stay here.”

  My voice was trapped in my throat. Dean tugged me to a bed on the side of the room, and when he sat on the edge, he gestured for me to sit in his lap.

  My nerves prickled at the activity surrounding us and the touch of his body. The smell of sex roused me, piquant and hot. Over the lower music of this room, I could hear the slapping of skin and an incessant roll of moans.

  “Are you ready to start your assignment?” he asked.

  Jesus, the assignment. Me as his kitten, doing whatever he asked.

  I was so ready I nearly leaped out of my skin.

  Dean wrapped his arms around me once I accepted. His cock bulged against my ass, and when I wiggled on him, he pinned me securely. “Sit still, sexy.” As if to remind me he was in charge, Dean took my hands and wedged them under my thighs. “First, we watch.”

  It was like watching our own live porn, except multiple reels ran at once. Near us, a woman lay on her back shrieking while a man licked her pussy. Her mini-skirt was shoved high around her waist, and her bare legs were parted with the sexiest red pumps on her feet, one dangling on her toes. The view was erotic and somewhat posed, but it riveted me all the same.

  “What are you looking at now?” Dean asked.

  “The woman over there.” I gestured with my head and felt him turn behind me.

  “She likes being watched, don’t you think?”

  “Yes.”

  “Like you.” He slid his hands up over my waist, then grazed the swell of my breasts along the edge of the bustier.

  I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. “I love your touch.”

  “You’ll have much more tonight—assuming you follow all your instructions.”

  I focused on his touch over me, and the easy way he found my nipples and pinched to make me gasp.

  “Are you okay like this?”

  “Yes.”

  “Comfortable?”

  “God, yes.”

  “Good,” he said, his voice low. “Then spread your legs, kitten.”

  He roamed his fingers over my breasts, caressing and encouraging me. I loved the sensation of being in front of people, of being ordered—and although the dirtiness of it all spread a flush over my cheeks, I obeyed. His cock lurched beneath me once I did.

  “That’s it,” he said. He slipped his fingers under the cups of my bustier and circled my nipples. “I think it’s fair that if we watch, we give a show ourselves.”

  The warm air in the room reached my cunt, and the awareness of my exposure made my breath ragged.

  “You mean me?” I asked.

  “I do.” Dean pushed down the cup of my bustier and teased my nipple out. I twisted for a second, but his other hand gripped my thigh. “No.” He whispered loud enough that I could hear him over the low tones of the music, the sounds of sex resonating around us. Dean fondled my tight bead and cupped my breast on display. “But if you get uncomfortable, you can stop this at any time. You know that. You’re safe.”

  “I’m okay,” I said.

  He pinched my nipple and I jumped. When I dropped back into his lap, he rocked harder against me. I wanted him in me, but he took my earlobe in his teeth. “Tell me what you like to watch.”

  I looked around. There were people kissing, touching and grinding, all of it so hot. On the far end of the room, a pair who’d been fucking slowly picked up their pace and caught my eye. The woman bucked from beneath the man until he smacked her thigh and gestured for her to turn over. Once she did, he yanked on her hair and fucked her from behind.

  “The couple over there,” I said, my body quaking. “They’re rough. It’s sexy.”

  Dean abandoned my breast, leaving my nipple peeking out for all to see. He ran his hands along my upper legs, making my skirt creep up more. His fingers were electric as they played over me and he purred in my ear. “What’s rough? Is it the position or the force?” He cupped my thighs, and my labia swelled with blood. Just this—watching, lightly t
ouching, exposed, talking—had me doped up on lust. “Answer me,” he said.

  I bit my lip. “The force. It reminds me of you.”

  Dean dug his fingertips into my skin. “I like taking you hard. I like the way you writhe and gasp.”

  The swells running through me made it torturous to sit still.

  Dean urged my thighs farther apart. “Let them see,” he said.

  I shook in his arms. The view of my sex was impossible to miss with the parting of my knees. Dean skimmed my aching folds. “Dean. Please touch me.”

  “I am touching you.”

  “More,” I gasped.

  “Not any more than this. You have to earn it. I want everyone to know how excited you are.” He flicked my clit, and I cried out. “You’re going to prove it to me.”

  With the moans resounding through the room, the steady thump of my heart and the ongoing sex acts happening in front of my eyes, his touch made me wild. I could free my hands and turn, then straddle him and ride him until I came in huge outpours of wailing ecstasy. But I’d grown addicted to playing this game with him, to the torturous bliss of succumbing to his control.

  “How do I prove it?”

  “You keep doing as I say.”

  “I am!”

  “We’re not done,” he said soothingly. “Even with the tips of my thumbs, I can tell how swollen and wet you are. More than ever. Loving this exposure, this guidance.” He trailed his thumb along my slit before he tugged it away. “Tell me what else excites you.”

  His simple instruction, compared to the level of sensation coursing through me, made it impossible to think. I pushed down, needing him deep, but Dean put a hand on my nape and pinched as though I truly were a kitten.

  “If you want more, you have to tell me.”

  “Fine,” I seethed. I pried my eyes wider to take in all the acts. It was an orgy of pleasures, all of it spreading goose bumps over my skin. “There.” I gestured toward a threesome on the far left. I’d seen the trio earlier—what appeared to be one couple and a lone man, but they’d switched partners. The woman now hovered on her knees, her lips around the cock of the man she hadn’t originally been tangled with. Her man stood alone with his hand cupped around the crotch of his jeans.

  “The blow job?” he asked.

  “Yes. They’ve switched off. It’s...” Dean tightened his hold on my neck, and I shimmied in his lap. “It’s hot, the idea that they’ve swapped partners like that.”

  Dean shifted a hand back to my sex and dipped his fingers into my wetness. “You like the idea of swapping, do you?”

  I moaned, scarcely moving my head as he kept talking.

  “And that poor man stands alone. What do you think of him?”

  I was practically cross-eyed with the intensity crashing through my legs. I longed to grind on his fingertips, to bring myself to orgasm while Dean encouraged and watched, but I knew he’d take away his touch if I tried.

  “He looks like your type.”

  His fingers snuck in and stayed, distracting and sexy. The lone man did look like my type, the younger, built type I’d mentioned to Dean on our last date. If I were alone in this same club, I’d approach a man like him. The idea sent a tremor through me, and I arched my hips up. Dean pulled his fingers nearly all the way out.

  “So?” I said.

  “So,” he replied, releasing my neck, “get on your knees and face me.”

  I froze for a few seconds, overwhelmed by the desperate curiosity gripping every part of my being. I’d thought Dean might bring me to orgasm watching another man, but maybe it wasn’t what he had planned. He swatted my ass when I didn’t move, and I scurried off his knees, startled by the force.

  I settled at his feet, aware only of my need and the frenzied race of my heart. Dean’s cock bulged against his slacks, and I ran my hands along his legs.

  “Let me take you in my mouth,” I begged. I was spinning, losing myself in the madness of the idea of doing everything with him here in this public space.

  “Oh, is that what you want, wicked girl? You want to wrap your mouth around a cock?” He opened his slacks and revealed the swollen head of his dick. I lurched forward, but Dean grabbed the sides of my face and pushed me away. “How badly?”

  I stared at him, my fingers laced, but something more shadowed his face. What did he want? Why wouldn’t he let me taste him? I ran through all the challenges he’d put me through so far and tried to imagine what he’d ask me to do.

  Would he suggest I put on a show of sucking him? Or blindfold me like he had at his place? No, that couldn’t be right. He’d needed to see my eyes. He wouldn’t have stopped me.

  The daunting spread of options had me digging my fingernails into the backs of my hands. I craved him, needed him. “Dean...?”

  “I know exactly how you can prove how far you’ll go for me, kitten. How well you’ll follow directions.”

  “What do you want me to do?” I muttered.

  “Stand.”

  I did, delirious with want.

  “Turn around and face that man. Pull up your skirt so everything is visible.”

  “Dean, I...” I couldn’t. I hadn’t expected this at all. A tremor started low in my belly, swirling up into my chest and making it hard to breathe. He wanted me to show myself off? To be naked in a room of people? This was much more blatant than our night on the patio.

  “Oh, you can stop if you want, but I think you might like this. I know you like to be watched.” Dean’s voice had grown deeper, raspier, and it filled my ears.

  I trailed my fingers along the edge of my skirt.

  Tempted.

  Dean stared at me, waiting for my objection—but beyond the tingles across my skin, I had none. “Will you touch yourself right here in this room for me?” he asked. “Catch his eye. Get him to come over.”

  “Why?”

  “Because every pleasure is yours, love.” Dean unzipped all the way and grasped his length, shielding himself from my view. “Once you catch his attention, maybe we can have him join us.” Dean’s grin spread over his cheeks.

  Oh my God.

  “Let’s go, wild girl. I can’t wait forever.”

  Spellbinding heat overtook me, and I turned around. I couldn’t deny the wetness of my cunt, or the tremble of my thighs. I surveyed the threesome as the man watched his partner blow the other man, and an unstoppable rush burst through me.

  I hitched my skirt up around my waist.

  “That’s it,” Dean said from behind me. “Now touch yourself.”

  A chill broke over my skin. I’d become a spectacle. I’d exposed my entire lower half—my ass aimed at Dean, my naked sex in full view. I slid my fingers over my clit, shocked at the sensitivity. It was like the time in the restaurant bathroom, except more extreme on display like this, with Dean’s suggestion playing in my head. The couple across the room had finished their savage fuck, and the woman rolled to her side to watch me. Her lover crawled behind her, kissing her shoulder when he reached between her thighs. They were the only two who noticed me so far, but having their eyes on me sent a spasm of heat through my groin.

  I flicked my fingers harder, bristling with arousal. A moan slipped from my lips, the crest of an orgasm looming close. I started to rub faster, but Dean issued another order from behind me.

  “Don’t you dare come by yourself.”

  “Oh, shit,” I groaned. By now, one of the lone men roaming the room had turned his attention to me. He pulled his penis from his jeans and jacked himself. It was crude and yet, he was aroused by me, half naked and strumming my swollen knot in public by Dean’s order. The urge to come threatened to spill over me, and I slowed my fingers, willing the man I’d been eyeing to turn around. I couldn’t hold this off much longer.

  As if reading my mind, th
e man turned his head. I hadn’t gotten a clear view of him earlier, but now I could make out dark eyes and the greedy smile he formed as he watched. He had such a sexy profile and looked so different from Dean—his dirty blond hair slicked up around strong cheekbones and a masculine, Roman nose. And here I was performing for him, begging him with my expression and actions to come my way. He gripped himself through his jeans.

  Dean noticed. “Very good,” he said. He cupped my ass cheek. “Do you see him watching you?”

  In fact, the man spun toward me. I took a half step back, and Dean locked his arms around my waist, catching me before I landed in his lap.

  “Dean!” My legs burned. I was perched and ready to be impaled, but Dean lifted me back up to a stand and pressed himself against my ass, his heavy pants revealing his own excitement. When I turned to look at him, he shook his head in disapproval.

  “Keep your eyes on him. Draw him over.” He paused. “Do you like the idea of him joining us?”

  I gasped.

  “I want to watch you be wild, Maya.” His words were animalistic and sharp, and they stirred everything in me. “I want to overwhelm you more than ever. Would it be crazy if I suggested you suck him? If I told you to let him thrust in your mouth while I fuck you?”

  The idea pinpricked the fog of my mind. Yes, yes, it would be too crazy. We don’t know this man. But while I watched the stranger, something bubbled inside me in a way I didn’t understand. I pawed at Dean’s arms at my waist, so hungry for more. I ached to feel him, to lose myself in the ecstasy he suggested.

  Dean snatched my fingers and laid them over my nipples. “Don’t stop touching yourself for him. Show him how hot you are. Show him how much you want him to join us. We could head into a separate room...see where it leads... What do you think?”

  Both of us stroked my flesh and I shut my eyes. Why did he want this? Why did I? His chest heaved against my back as he played his fingers with mine and pinched my nipples until I cried out. I was oblivious to everyone, everything, until Dean licked my ear.

  “Well done.”

  “What?” I opened my eyes to the man standing directly in front of me, his hand tight around the bulge at his crotch.