by Angel, April
After a few restless minutes, she picked up the envelope. “Let’s see what it is about you that makes you look so damn interesting.”
She pulled out the red invite with a sexy, naked statue painted on the front. She noticed the guy wasn’t any regular statue. Handcuffs had been painted on his wrists. What kind of party was this? A note fell from the invite.
Thank you for honoring us with your presence at the Wicked Valentine’s Day Ball. If you have been here before, you will know the rules. If you are a new attendee, please pay careful attention. Your partner will meet you at the entrance upon your arrival. Note that this person will stay with you all night unless someone is accompanying you. Your night will be led by your choices, desires, and expectations. Enjoy.
Well, that was kind of cryptic. She wondered if she should go. There were specific instructions on what to wear. Nothing too strange. Maybe a little on the revealing side. If the word wicked was anything to go by, this would not be a boring party. And she really needed to get out.
There was no way she was going to let some jerk’s threats keep her locked inside. Besides, she knew how to defend herself if it ever came to that. She and Alex had a weekly date at the gym where they took boxing and other self-defense classes. Checking out the Valentine’s Day Ball was better than staying home alone and eating chocolates—only to feel guilty tomorrow—she winced and headed for her closet.
There was a row of dresses she referred to as attention grabbers. One after another, she flicked over the hangers and discarded dress after dress, until she reached the one. She pulled out the red-and-black mini with spaghetti straps that was covered in clear plastic.
Once she’d showered and lotioned her body down, she eyed the flimsy dress material. Maybe that one wasn’t such a good idea. Dammit but it was perfecto. Just perfect for what had been described, and Nina was not a coward. She liked to think she looked good, considering she never lacked dates or boyfriends. It was the commitment part that scared her. She’d yet to meet a man to make her feel interested in more. It was usually the opposite. With most guys, after a few months of dating, she realized it wouldn’t go anywhere and broke things off. But not so that night with Max. He’d been the first to make her rethink of the dreaded commitment word.
“Estupida,” she muttered and tore off the plastic covering the dress. Maybe she had been stupid, but now she needed to forget Max. She put the thin slip of a dress on and stared at her body in the mirror. She couldn’t wear a bra under the thin material, and her nipples instantly puckered with the rub of the soft satin. They were very visible, and unless she took a shawl, everyone would be able to make them out through her dress. Her gaze traveled down her body to stop mid-thigh, which was where the mini-dress ended. She nibbled her lip and twirled to look at her backside. If her ass wasn’t so big, the dress wouldn’t ride up so much.
She sighed. There was no changing that part of her heritage. All the women in her family had curvy bodies, herself included. She put on some makeup and lifted her chin. Screw it. It was Valentine’s Day, and she had a special invitation to one wicked ball.
* * *
Nina’s heels clicked on the marble steps, ratcheting up her excitement with each clack. When she reached the entryway, she noticed the two hulking men that stood guard.
One eyed her body boldly and smiled. “Invitation?”
She grinned. This was turning out better than she thought. She handed him her invitation. He passed it off to the second man, who promptly got on a phone and called someone.
After a moment he returned to her and the other man. “Ma’am, if you’d just head into our foyer, your companion for the evening is waiting for you there.”
Wow. They were really thorough. She hadn’t been sure they could find someone for her with a two-day RSVP, but she guessed they probably had men on staff just for that.
The other super sexy guy who had been giving her some hot looks winked. “Have a great time.”
She walked toward the foyer with a smile on her face. But the smile she’d been carrying slowly turned into an O of surprise as she stepped into a large, open room. A room filled with men. She gulped and stared at the multitude of handsome guys.
“Sabrina.”
She whirled around. Her throat went dry. The way he looked at her, filled with open hunger, made her breath hitch.
“Max.” She gulped and peered down his body. He wore black dress pants and nothing else. Her eyes widened. She stared at his sexy arm muscles. Her gaze traveled down his tight pecs and stopped at his six-pack abs. “What are you doing here?” She licked her lips and glanced back up to his face.
A slow, sexy smile split his lips. “I’m your companion for the evening.”
“Excuse me?”
“Didn’t you read the rules? You get a companion for the night.” His smile turned predatory. “And that’s me.”
She stared past his shoulder, to where a new woman had arrived, dressed in some slinky dress not that different from hers. A man detached from the sea of temptation and met up with her. She smiled tentatively and gave him her hand. He dipped his head, said something into her ear, and caressed her jaw. A flush covered the woman’s face, but she nodded. Her companion placed her hand around his beefy arm, and they strolled off together, down a dimly lit hallway. Curiosity made her wonder where they were going. This was no usual ball.
Her gaze returned to Max. He was watching her, waiting. The truth was that if she could pick a man to spend Valentine’s Day with, it would have been him. So why not enjoy their time in this strange event?
“Fine. Let’s go see what this thing is about.”
He grinned and grabbed her hand. “I think you’re going to find,” he said while they headed to the hallway, “that this ball is a lot more fun than you thought.”
She was aware of his every step next to her. Heat coursed down her body, settling in her cunt. Every few seconds she’d peer up at him, while still trying to act nonchalant. But once they reached what Max referred to as the “first room,” things got really interesting.
“This is the voyeur room.” His deep rumble drifted by her neck. A shiver raced up her spine.
She walked ahead of him and stopped to stare. The room was set up with a chaise lounge in the center. Two-person sofas surrounded the room in a circle for people to watch the show.
On the chaise was a couple in the middle of oral sex. The woman lay back, writhing and moaning on the chair. The man shoved his head between her open legs and licked at her gleaming pussy while everyone watched.
Chapter Five
Nina’s attention was riveted on the couple. She watched them so intently, she almost screamed when Max put his arms around her waist. He pulled her back into his hard body. The bar of his erection pressed at her back.
“Watching kicks off the night.” He nuzzled her neck. “Do you like it?”
The hair on her arms stood on end. She gulped, her vision still stuck on the couple. His hands roamed over her stomach. Arousal spread through her limbs and heated her to the core. Need dripped from her slit and soaked the tiny thong she’d worn under the dress. She’d never considered herself a voyeur, but she was definitely getting highly turned-on watching not just the couple in the center of the room, but the others around them. Each had started to do their own fondling and in some cases, outright fucking.
Max cupped her breasts, squeezing and massaging through the satin. She moaned, melted into his touch, and continued to gaze at the chaise.
“Does it make you hot to see them?” He kissed the area behind her ear and nipped at her lobe.
“I…”
He pulled her backward until she sat, draped over his lap, on a sofa. Her legs were spread over his, and he fondled her breasts again.
His cock rubbed at her ass. She wiggled, and he inhaled sharply.
“Look at her. See how much she’s enjoying that? I want to lick your pussy too,” he whispered and tugged down the neckline of her dress, exposing her breasts.
“Max…” She tensed and glanced around the room, making sure no one watched them.
“Relax, baby. You’re beautiful, and every man in here would love to be me right now.”
He pinched her nipples, and she groaned. Her pussy throbbed in need.
“Max.” The soft whimper sounded breathless. She dropped her head back, into the curve of his neck, and shut her eyes.
He widened his legs and spread hers in the process. The short skirt rode up to her hips until she was flashing her crotch. Arousal made her restless. She wiggled in his lap, rocking on his cock. Lights burst behind her lids when he pinched her nipple harder.
“Oh, god.”
Max groaned. His cock begged for relief, and the rocking she did on his lap was not helping. “God, baby. You’re so sexy.” He swept her hair to the side, brushed his lips over her hot skin, and inhaled. She smelled so good: a combination of apples, musk, and some dark, sexy scent that turned his cock concrete-stiff. It made him want to lick her entire body until he’d tasted every dip and curve.
She placed her hand over his on her breast, guiding his movements. Louder moans filled the air. Her wiggling made it hard keep from coming in his pants. He trailed his other hand between her legs, under the wet thong, and into her folds.
Her breath hitched. “Max.”
“Are you watching the show, Sabrina?”
She shook her head and continued to rock on his lap, and her moans increased in volume, drawing the attention of other couples.
The wet heat dripping from her pussy traveled down to his pants and soaked him.
“Others are watching you. They can see how sexy you are. You’re pussy’s so wet, baby.” He held on by a thread. “I can feel how slick and ready you are for me. Is it for me, Sabrina?”
“Yesss.”
“Look around,” he ordered and watched her head rise. She turned first right then left, glancing around the room. Other couples continued to fondle and fuck, but now they watched her. “See those men? They think you’re beautiful and want to be the ones touching you. But that’s not going to happen. Do you like them watching you while I touch you, baby?” He dipped a finger in and out of her pussy, circled over her clit, and went back to do it again.
“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.
“This is the trust room.” He marched past her to stop in the center of the room, where a reclining chair had been placed. Once he reached the chair, he picked up the leather straps on one arm and motioned her forward.
Her interest peaked. She watched his face change, an air of possession and aggression there she hadn’t seen before.
“Sit.”
She lifted her brows at his command. The glint in his eyes said to do as he ordered. And she was too turned-on to argue. She strolled to him and sat on the chair without saying a word.
“Do you know what makes this room special, Nina?” He squatted beside her.
“No.”
“Trust.” He tied the bind over her right hand. “You need to trust the person in here with you, or you won’t enjoy what they’re going to do.” He stood and walked around the
seat to tie the other bind.
Once he was done, he bent between her legs. The seat of the chair split. He pushed the chair seat apart, widening her legs until her skirt had ridden up, showing off her pussy.
Their gazes locked. “Do you trust me?”
She gulped and stared at his sexy, fiery eyes. They’d gone a deep sapphire color that hinted at restrained passion.
Did she trust him? The attraction she felt for him tortured her daily and reminded her he was her boss. She was tied to a chair, without a single flicker of fear or nerves.
She was filled with excitement, and heat burned through her body, pooling at her cunt. “Yes, I trust you.”
He leaned forward and kissed her. A long, scorching meeting of their lips that took her breath away. His tongue rubbed and twined with hers, dominating, possessing, and demanding. Moisture dripped from her pussy, and she whimpered, wanting more.
When he moved back, his gaze strayed to her lips. “You won’t regret it.”
Dryness settled in her throat when he stood. His cock was right in front of her face. She saw the outline of his long erection clearly under the tight black pants he wore. She tugged at the arm straps, desperate to touch him.
He caressed her face with his hands, tilting her chin up. His sexy little grin only made her more eager to get her hands on his body.
He bent down and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. “You’ll get your chance to touch me later.” The low rumble made her nipples ache and her body heat rise. He stepped away from her, heading to a table set up by a corner.
She stared at his sexy back and perfect ass. When she didn’t fight her attraction for Max, she focused on how delicious he looked. His short blonde hair and suave personality made him irresistible. If they didn’t work in the same office, she’d have given in to temptation again after that night at the retreat. She might have to quit after this, but she didn’t care.