Play

by Olivia Devon

  “Yeah.” Her voice was soft and Aaron saw her hand fluttering over her throat.

  He rose and scooted into the booth next to her. Slipping one arm around her waist, he caught the hand she had at her throat and drew it to his lips for a kiss, all the while watching the screen with her.

  It was a room full of men, all in suits, all wearing masks. At the center of the room was a woman in an elegant dress, also masked. The men circled her. Staring. Hungry.

  A man came up behind the woman and unzipped her dress. One strap fell down.

  Another man approached and gently pulled down the top of her dress until the woman’s heavy, naked breasts bobbed free. Behind him, another man came forward. He fondled the woman’s nipples casually as he walked around her, then grabbed her arms and yanked her tightly against his chest so that her back arched and her breasts jutted.

  She lifted her face to his and he kissed her passionately. The woman melted visibly and when the man’s hands reached for her waist, she did not protest. He pushed the dress to her feet, baring the rest of her naked body to the room.

  The men circled closer.

  Two large men flanked the woman. At the same time they each slipped a hand beneath her knees and lifted her legs, spreading her thighs wide so that her sex was open and exposed.

  Katie shivered in Aaron’s arms, her fingers biting hard into his thigh. She inhaled sharply, and he saw her lips tremble.

  On the screen, yet another man came forward. He stood between the woman’s thighs, unzipped his suit pants and pulled out his cock. A few strokes down the length and he was planting his feet, sliding the head of his cock over the woman’s wet pussy as the crowd of men pushed closer to watch. The men that held her body roamed their free hands over her skin, pinching her nipples and flicking her clit as they explored. The man between the woman’s thighs stilled, grabbed the woman’s hips, then thrust forward, the sound of their flesh meeting smacking audibly as he fucked her hard.

  “Aaron?” Katie said, her voice so low he could barely hear her. “That. That’s what I want to do.”

  Katie knew she’d shocked him. Hell, she’d shocked herself. But she felt daring tonight. She felt beautiful and confident.

  She felt powerful.

  When she’d seen the masked people on the street as they drove by Lux, she knew she wanted to join them. Right away, she understood. They were avatars, but in real life. They wore masks not to protect themselves, but to free themselves.

  As soon as Katie had put on the mask, she felt it, the change. She wasn’t pretending to be somebody else. No, the mask let her inhibitions, all the insecurities tied to the persona of Katie Martinez, completely fall away. The mask freed her, it bared her, reset her back to who she was before the accident, to the woman she was becoming before her company was stolen and her body was marred. In the mask, she was just the woman in the red velvet dress. Confident in her beauty and certain of her desires.

  “Are you sure?” Aaron asked for the third time.

  She laid a hand on his cheek and pressed her lips to his.

  “I’m sure,” she said. “That’s what I want. Well, with a few adjustments.”

  Aaron explained how everything worked. Because they’d be hosting a scene, they got to select a Lux playroom. Once they did, an announcement would go out over the club’s internal media system alerting potential participants to the event. Anybody entering the room had to first read the terms of the scenario and agree to abide by any limits.

  “You set the limits,” said Aaron. “And if you trust me to, I can run the scene.”

  She smiled. “I trust you.”

  Aaron touched the flat screen and selected a form from a menu. It was a limits profile. Katie filled it out.

  “Other people can touch me, but I want you to decide when to undress me,” she said, hitting a button indicating her choice. She glanced at him.

  Aaron nodded and bit back a smile. “I’m honored,” he said.

  Katie turned back to the screen and tilted her head. “Hmm…this one. Intercourse. Let’s see, do I want to allow for multiple partners or just one? Privately or with an audience.” She turned back to Aaron. “Thoughts?”

  Aaron folded his hands on the table and bowed his head.

  “I think if you keep this up, I’m going to come in my pants before we ever make it into that room.”

  Katie laughed, knelt on the seat next to him, and cradled his head against her breasts.

  “I want your input on this,” she said.

  Aaron groaned and nuzzled into her cleavage.

  “Aaron?” She lifted his face from her chest and squinted at him. “Do you want to watch other guys fuck me?” She fluttered her eyelashes teasingly. “Or no?”

  “No,” he said with a huff. “While the thought of watching you with other guys turns me on, the reality I think would make me apoplectic. I mean they can touch you, that’s fine, but fucking you? Hell no. I mean we haven’t even–”

  Katie turned back to the touch screen before he could finish his thought.

  “Okay, so intercourse is only with you.” She tapped a button. “Yes to the audience. And….yeah, that’s everything.” When she turned back to face him. His mouth was gaping.

  “Yes?” he stuttered. “You want me to fuck you in that room? Tonight? With all those guys watching?”

  “Well, we can play it by ear,” she said, patting his arm affectionately. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

  Aaron stood up so fast the silverware clattered on the table. His body caged hers, loomed over her so that she was pressed against the back of the booth, her chest heaving as he bent low and growled in her ear.

  “Whatever I’m comfortable with?” he said. “Beauty, you’ve got no idea.” He lifted a finger and dragged it slowly over her jaw to her lower lip. “You want me to show you off? I will strip this curvy little body bare and lay out all your secret places for those men’s eyes.”

  Katie trembled and Aaron’s finger pressed hard against her lips.

  “Rough hands all over your body, all those cocks hard for you, wanting you, wishing it was them fucking you.” His voice grew deeper, harder now as his free hand slipped lower, bunching up the hem of her dress, stroking under the fabric toward her heat. “I’ll have to do it. For them, you know. Fuck you hard enough for twenty men, fuck you until your dripping wet and all used up.”

  “Yes,” she whispered, her thighs quivering.

  “But not one of them get to have you,” he said as his fingers found her, hot and already wet for him. “This,” he said, slicking between her folds, “is mine.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  The room was decadent. Heavy curtains draped over windowless walls covered in a deep gold damask fabric. Dark wood paneling. Solid, oversized furniture. It was a man’s room. And in a few minutes it would be full of them.

  He’d had to turn half of them away, but that hadn’t been a surprise. The profile photo they’d sent out in the playroom announcement had been taken in their private booth and showed Katie in all her glory, dark hair and seductive gaze.

  Fucking beautiful.

  Those full red lips had looked just a little fuller in the photo, bruised from the kisses he’d been too weak to resist.

  Now she stood, lovely and regal in the center of the room as a dozen masked men in pressed suits filed in and circled.

  Aaron walked up behind her, put one hand on her waist and bent to her ear.

  “You sure about this?” he whispered. “We can call it off. We can call it off at any time.”

  She reached up and palmed his cheek, her quiet laughter easy and husky. “Not on your life. Unless that’s your way of telling me you want to call it off?”

  “No.” He pressed a kiss to her palm. “But we are swimming awful fast into some pretty deep waters. Just want to be sure you’re okay.”

  “I’m great.” She turned into him, and he let his hands coast over the bare skin of her back and down, to cup her backside. “I
feel like my avatar Aaron,” she whispered. “Uninhibited, in my own skin. I don’t want to waste this feeling.”

  She was amazing him. This room, this fantasy they were about to play out, it was more than he’d ever hoped a partner would be willing to experience with him. But still, he couldn’t help but worry that she felt pushed, or persuaded into it. Aaron bent and kissed her softly then whispered in her ear just one more time, one more measure to ease his mind, and hers.

  “Listen, if you don’t want to say the safe word for some reason, just look at me, blink twice and I’ll stop it. All of it. No problem–”

  “Thank you. I’ll be fine,” she said, her smile curling sexily.

  Aaron glanced up and saw that all the men were in the room now, the doors had closed, the lights dimmed.

  “Okay then,” he said.

  It was time.

  Aaron grabbed her shoulders and spun Katie to face the room. The men responded and moved closer, standing or sitting on sofas so that they were arranged as a natural audience in a half-circle around them. Aaron caressed her shoulders, let his hands drift down over her arms to her hips, and back up her waist to cup her breasts. He kneaded gently, then slid his palms up her shoulders again, over her collarbone and held her neck, squeezing softly, just enough so that she could feel his strength.

  His control.

  His desire.

  “Gentleman, welcome,” he said. Still holding her neck with one hand, he lifted the other to her hair, hunting for pins and removing them one by one, tossing them to the floor. Katie’s hair began to fall in long, silky dark waves. He felt her shiver and he bent to kiss her temple.

  “We’re here to worship this woman.” He pulled the last pin from her hair. “To take our pleasure from her, and give her pleasure in return.”

  Aaron pulled her tightly against him, pressed his growing erection into her ass and felt her shiver again, saw the goose bumps break out across her skin, felt her deep inhalation of breath and the way she leaned into the palm that still held her neck. She hadn’t said the safe word, she hadn’t blinked at him. She was ready, and from what he could tell, just as turned on as he was.

  “Gentleman,” he said again. “There will be no disrespect, only adoration.”

  Aaron cupped her chin in his hand and turned her head sharply to his. His kiss was hard, branding. These men were here to witness, to play, to heighten Katie’s pleasure. But he was going to make damn sure they knew who she belonged to. He thrust his tongue in her mouth, thrilling when she moaned in response. Dragging his palms roughly over her breasts he groped the lush flesh and thrust one hand beneath the fabric, searching until he found a tender nipple to torture.

  She went molten, grasping his arms for balance as he reached for the clasp at her nape and unhooked it.

  At first, Katie couldn’t hear them. The other men. All she could hear was Aaron’s labored breathing and the roar of her own blood in her ears. His kiss was fierce and possessive, and it made her knees weak. When his fingers reached for the clasp of her dress, her eyes flew open and she saw their audience.

  They were closer now.

  Aaron unclasped the top of her dress, but he didn’t let it fall. Instead, he stopped kissing her, and drew her in front of him again, putting her on display.

  The men moved around one another, as if vying for better viewpoints. They talked in low voices, their eyes raking over her body. She saw lips being licked, hands rubbing crotches. A movement to the right caught her attention, and she shifted her gaze to see a blond, well-built man unzipping his pants to free his erection.

  Aaron let the front of her dress fall and Katie felt the air hit her nipples. The blond man grunted, fisted his cock and pumped it, his gaze fixed hungrily on her tits. A dizzying rush of lust shot up her spine and her nipples hardened painfully. Aaron cupped her breasts and moved her, turning her body to face the blond man, kneading her breasts and lifting them almost in offering as the man smiled.

  The blond man walked forward so she was caged between him and Aaron. He pressed his erection into her hip and bent low, grazing his lips over her cleavage as his fingers found her nipples, and played.

  The sensation was overwhelming. Aaron’s heat at her back, his palms holding her breasts as the other man feasted on them, adding lips to fingers, teasing the swollen buds, drawing then into his mouth, and sucking hard so that her whole body shuddered with arousal.

  Katie tilted her chin and caught Aaron’s gaze. His eyes were dark and searching, she saw his lips part and knew he was about to ask her if she was okay. Again.

  “Kiss me,” she said, before he could speak. “Kiss me.”

  He did.

  Cradling her cheek, he plundered her mouth, deepening the kiss until she was breathless and had to pull away.

  The blond man stepped back and smiled. He gripped his cock again and pumped it shamelessly in front of her. Katie watched in fascination as a shiny bead glistened at the tip.

  “Beautiful,” he said, his voice gruff. He tucked his dick back into his pants and stood to the side as another man approached.

  “Agreed.” The accent was British. The new man swaggered forward, and as he did, an invisible barrier seemed to break down and several men approached at once. Outstretched hands reached for Katie’s body, caressing her skin, groping her swollen breasts and plucking at her nipples until she thought she’d go mad from the sensation.

  All the while Aaron stroked her hair, kissed her temple, and held her steady.

  She felt his hands at her waist. As the other men fondled her breasts the blond man helped Aaron with the rest of her dress, guiding the velvet fabric over her hips until it slipped down her waist and puddled on the floor.

  “Very nice,” said the blond man huskily. As he stood, he let his palm coast over her thigh, paused at her ass for a squeeze and then snapped the band of her thong playfully.

  The man addressed Aaron. “Not trying to tell you how to do your job, but we’ve gotta follow the rules.” The blond man nodded at the other men. “That means the rest of us, well, we’re at your mercy here, man. I think I speak for everyone when I say those panties need to go. Quick.”

  Aaron made a sound, half grunt, half laugh. He stepped back, dragging Katie with him and putting a little distance between her and the crowed of men.

  “Two volunteers,” he said, “You and you.” He pointed to the blond man and the Brit, bent to her ear, and whispered furiously.

  “Beauty, things are about to get intense,” said Aaron. “From this point on you’re a bonafide fuck toy. Think you can handle–” He stopped talking when she pinned him in her gaze.

  Katie caught one of his hands and stuck his index finger in her mouth. She sucked, grazed her teeth along the edge and smiled.

  She did not blink.

  Aaron freed his finger from her mouth, kissed her briskly, turned her back to face their audience, and reached for her panties, snapping the thin lace in his hands and tossing the scraps to the floor.

  Except for her heels and the mask, she was fully nude now. Nude with a dozen horny men circling like a pack of hungry predators. This wasn’t HyperLyfe. She wasn’t wearing an S-suit, and the skin she was showing off was her own, not Nude female body 1.0.

  She felt vulnerable and exhilarated all at the same time. It was a heady mix of sensations that had her reeling, and none of it would have been acceptable without Aaron’s constant presence at her back. The unbroken sensuous contact he maintained with her skin at all times was reassuring and she felt emboldened and inflamed in a way she never had before.

  Blond man and the Brit were flanking them, and Aaron nodded to each.

  “Grab her legs,” he said. The sound of his words sent shockwaves of lust pinging all over her body, and she felt wetness slicking between her thighs.

  She was trembling when the men slipped their hands behind her knees, shivering with lust as Aaron slipped his arms around their waist. As a trio, they lifted her and then slowly parted her. Pulling her k
nees apart, they opened her wide, exposing her swollen sex to the eyes of the other men.

  Katie’s mask afforded a small sliver of detachment in the moment. Like a safety blanket, it had an almost magical quality, allowing her to watch the men who were watching her, as if she were behind a two-way mirror.

  Strangely, the crowd felt more intimate now, as though she were with only one lover, instead of a dozen. Each masked man seemed to her an avatar, an embodiment of Aaron’s desire for her, an extension of him.

  The blond man’s breathing was rough, and she looked up to see his gaze locked on her pussy. He tapped a man beside him, and pulled the man in distractedly, handing Katie’s leg off to him for holding so that he himself could move between her legs.

  There was a protest from the group, men calling for him to stop obstructing the view.

  “Crowd in gentlemen,” said Aaron, as his grip tightened around her. “Things are about to get good.”

  The blond man settled between Katie’s legs, unzipped his pants, and grunted when his cock fell heavy into his palm. Katie looked down, saw the blunt red head popping up out of the man’s fist and felt her sex clench. The man smiled, raised his gaze to Aaron’s and Katie thought she saw a plea in the man’s eyes.

  It must have worked.

  Suddenly, one of Aaron’s hands slid from her waist, down, his fingers teasing open her swollen lips. Her sex clenched again, and she shivered.

  “So pretty,” said blond man, watching as Aaron stroked her pussy. “Such a pretty…” Aaron’s thumb circled her clit. “Pink…” Aaron’s fingers massaged, and Katie moaned in response, arching into his finger. “Juicy…” Aaron’s finger probed around her entrance now, dipping in the wetness. “Cunt.” The blond man growled the last word and Aaron thrust his finger into her hole, pumping it in and out as the blond man fucked into his own fist.

  There were moans, and all around her flys were unzipping as men took their cocks in their hands and pleasured themselves while they watched.

  The blond man moved back, let his pants fall to the floor and stepped out of them.