With a few taps by Ian on the control panel, all evidence of the cage has vanished. We’re no longer in a hidden, intimate room of the palazzo. Instead, we’re amid a crush of people swept up in a rip tide of sensual pleasure. The barriers between fantasy and reality have collapsed. The effect is beyond dizzying.
My husband’s hands are on my hips, my back to his chest. The warmth of his body enfolds me. I shiver at his touch, well aware of how constant my desire for him is. I’m so primed to this man, so attuned to the sound of his voice, his glance, the scent of his skin. Need tightens in me.
He leans forward, his lips brushing my ear. “Do you like this?”
I hesitate. The scene is so intense, a battering of the senses that demands surrender. It throws me momentarily. But the high of the dancers, their uninhibited pleasure in themselves and each other, transports me.
Slowly, I nod. “It’s incredible.”
Caught up in the music, I hardly realize that I’ve begun to sway until Ian growls low in his throat and pulls my bottom tighter against his groin. The feel of his erection--hard, long, straining against the fabric of his jeans--makes heat pool in my core. I arch my back, leaning forward, and instinctively begin a slow bump-and-grind.
He wraps an arm around my waist, grasping the skirt of my dress as he does so and drags it up. I feel a sudden rush of air against my cleft and gasp. The sound is smothered when his other hand cups my jaw, turning my face to him. He takes my mouth in a wet, hot kiss, his tongue stabbing deeply, again and again. Meanwhile, his long, skillful fingers slip into the gap between my thighs and stroke me through my panties.
“Fuck,” he rasps, wrenching his mouth from mine, “you’re so wet and you get me so hard.”
I swallow a moan and move more quickly, wanting him to feel what I feel, need what I need, lose himself in me as surely as I am lost in him.
“Keep still,” he commands and continues his teasing, tormenting caress.
I don’t even try to obey. Instead, I move more swiftly, grinding to the music, my head falling back and my eyes closing as I’m swept up by the ecstatic euphoria of the crowd.
A sudden, hard yank makes me gasp.
“Bad girls don’t get to wear panties,” Ian says. He finishes tearing mine away and, to my shock, tosses them off the skyway. They flutter, a white scrap of lace and silk, down onto the dancers below. A young man looks up in time to see them coming. He laughs, makes a grab, and catches them, then shoots Ian a grin.
In the back of my mind, I know that the man, what he just did, even the sight of my panties seemingly falling onto the crowd are all an illusion created by the simulator. But the effect is so real that my brain doesn’t care. Adrenaline surges as I feel suddenly very exposed.
But Ian is far from done. His heavily muscled thigh thrusts between mine, widening my stance. Before I can begin to grasp what he intends, he plunges a finger into my hot, wet pussy.
“I’m going to make you come first,” he says, “right here, right now.”
My legs wobble, I can barely stand. The music is louder, the stropping lights brighter. I can’t think, can’t reason, can’t do anything but feel. He thrusts a second finger into me and flicks his thumb over my clit.
Against my throat, Ian murmurs, “Later, I want to tongue fuck you but this will do for now.” As he speaks, he increases the pressure, driving me upward relentlessly.
I cry out as I’m seized by an orgasm so intense that it feels as though I’m shattering into a thousand pieces. My legs give way. Only Ian’s arm around my waist keeps me upright. I’m still shaking as he turns me to face him, bending me backward. A gasp escapes me as he pulls down the top of my dress. My bare breasts spill out. He groans at the sight of them and draws a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard before biting just sharply enough to send a bolt of pleasure-pain through me.
“Wicked girl,” he whispers, taking my mouth again before lowering me slowly to the floor.
I settle on my knees, breasts bared and my dress bunched around my waist, as he unfastens his jeans and frees his straining cock. Holding it firmly in one hand, he stares down at me and says, “Suck me.” His beautiful face lights with a breathtaking smile. “Please.”
I’m distantly aware that more people on the floor below have noticed us. They continue writhing to the music as they watch the erotic show we’re providing. A dark, illicit sense of excitement runs through me. Without hesitation, I lean forward and take his hot, straining crest into my mouth. My tongue flicks all around him, lingering on the underside, before I draw him deeper.
Ian groans. He shoves both his hands into my hair, holding me in place, and thrusts his hips forward slowly and carefully.
“More,” he murmurs.
I willingly oblige. The scent and taste of him fill me. A heady sense of power courses through my veins. I love doing this to him, love the effect I have on him, the way he comes undone for me.
But not this time, not yet. Too quickly, he pulls away. Staring down at me, his gaze bright with love and lust, he yanks off his T-shirt, then grabs hold of my shoulders and pulls me up.
“Turn around,” he says. “Put your hands on the supports.”
I do so, grasping the smooth metal rods that hold the skyway suspended from the ceiling of the club.
With my breasts freed and my dress around my waist, I’m fully exposed to the crowd below. They’re cheering, stomping their feet, clapping, and--I can’t help noticing--more than a few are fucking right along with us.
The tiny part of my brain that is still functioning is in shock. I’ve never thought of sex--tender or rough, fast or slow, fucking or making love, all of it--as anything other than intimate and private. But this--
This seemingly public display is so wicked, so wild. I can’t believe it’s happening at the same time that I can’t bear for it to stop.
Ian leans over me, the soft hairs of his chest brushing my bare back. His voice is a hot, rough rasp. “Don’t let go,” he warns. “This is going to be intense.”
I’m dripping wet and so hot, my pussy empty and yearning. The need to be filled by him is all consuming. All my desire and love for my husband pours from me in a single gasp.
“Please!”
He drives into me with a long, hard thrust, his sack slapping against my buttocks as he sets a swift, pounding rhythm. Sweat streaks down his chest onto my back, mingling with my own. The metal rods are slick in my palms. I cling to them as the frenetic tempo of the music rises to a crescendo.
The feel of his thick, long cock inside me is beyond bliss. Greedily, I push back against him, drawing him even deeper.
“Oh, fuck!” he groans and grasps my breasts, squeezing, kneading, tugging at my nipples, stretching them as he is stretching me inside, demanding that I take all of him. I arch my hips and do so, my eyes closing on a wave of ecstasy. So deep, so good!
I can feel his heart pounding along with mine. Both of us are breathing harshly. Reaching between my legs, he rubs my clit as he continues plunging into me. We move to a primal rhythm, borne along on it as the rush to orgasm builds remorselessly.
“Come for me, baby,” he demands against my ear. “I want to feel your hot, soaking pussy clenching all along my cock.”
His salacious words coupled with his blatant possession hurl me over the edge. The entire skyway feels as though it is shaking, swaying to the pulsing music and the fury of our passion alike. The orgasm that explodes in me is, as he promised, intense but the powerful ripples of it have scarcely begun to ebb before another builds, this one so ferocious that it frightens me.
My eyes fly open. The writhing crowd below is nothing more than a blur. Blackness threatens at the edges of my vision but between them hot, white lights are erupting. Thrusting deeper into me than I think he has ever been, Ian shouts my name. His big, hard body jerks again and again with the force of the release that seizes us both.
Hot jets of his come spurt into me over and over, washing away every thought, every fear, leavin
g only the rawness of our passion and my all-consuming love for him. Still in the grip of shared orgasm, we collapse together onto the floor.
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Sometime later, I stir to the gentle touch of fingers stroking my cheek. Opening my eyes, I find my husband gazing at me with consummate tenderness shadowed by concern.
“Too much?” he asks, his brow furrowed.
Before I can stop myself, an unladylike snort escapes from between lips swollen by his savage kisses. “Not for me but if it was for you--”
He throws back his head and laughs. “Are you kidding? Apart from the fact that I’ll never be able to take you to a dance club without getting a raging hard-on-- I probably couldn’t have done that anyway. But I thought this was--” He breaks off, at a loss for words to adequately describe what we’ve just experienced.
“Astounding?” I suggest. I can’t stop smiling. Being with him like this--so honest, so free--fills me with joy and gratitude. “Mind blowing? So good that it’s amazing it isn’t illegal?”
“All of that and more. You are--” I flush under the heat of his gaze. He doesn’t have to tell me how utterly wanton I was. Nor do I have any doubt how much he enjoys me this way.
“You are more than I could ever have dreamed of,” he says and kisses me with tender passion.
When we finally draw apart, Ian sighs. “I suppose we should at least try to get up.”
I burrow down more comfortably on the floor of the cage. “You first.”
He laughs and gets to his feet with what I can only think is remarkable stamina. Too sated to move, I stare appreciatively up the long length of his superb body as he adjusts his jeans.
“If you’re trying to impress me,” I murmur, “you really don’t need to bother. I’m a given where you’re concerned.”
His smile broadens. He bends down and sweeps me up into his arms. “And I with you, sweetheart.” Cradling me close, he steps from the simulator and carries me from the so-aptly-named Cabinet of Secret Delights. He doesn’t pause until we reach the bathroom.
Having set me down on a padded bench, Ian presses a button on the side of the large tub. It begins filling with steaming water scented with citrus and eucalyptus. Swiftly, he strips us both. I wince a little as I get into the bath, then laugh when he joins me and does the same.
“Do you think we may have overdone just a little?” I ask, confident of his answer.
“Perish the thought, woman.” With a devilish grin, he gathers me to him. “Besides, that was just the first scenario. From what I saw on the controls, a couple of hundred more are pre-programmed in. Of course, we can also add our own.”
My mind reels. “Of course--”
“Where would you like to go next?” asks the man who is at once my dark prince of sensual delights and the husband with whom I have found the truest and most fulfilling love.
Brushing my lips over the broad span of his shoulder and down his sculpted chest, I come to rest over the strong, steady beat of his heart. A deep, abiding sense of contentment fills me. Nothing in all the world will ever make me happier than simply being with him.
Still, I ponder his question, considering the possibilities, all that awaits us not merely in the hidden room but here in the palazzo where we met, in the city to which we must inevitably return, and beyond, through all the years to come.
I don’t underestimate the challenges that we will face but far from being intimidating, they fill me with excitement and hope. My trust in Ian is such that I have absolute faith in our ability to face anything together. Where he goes, I will go, joyfully.
Gazing up at my husband, I see all the love and passion I have for him returned in the tender heat of his gaze. Smiling, I touch my lips to his and say, “Surprise me.”
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