by Sosie Frost
My hands tightened over Anthony, and I wiggled against his fingers. Deeper. Harder. More.
Genn tugged at her restraints. Her body arched, and Mariah pressed further between her legs. Her hands slapped the welts on her thighs. Genn yelped, her shriek shifting from panicking pain to the surrender of a blistering orgasm.
Mine wasn’t far behind. Even in the roomful of people, my body screamed for Anthony. I held my breath and rested against his chest.
Who needed Simone? A wave of fire whipped me from head to toe.
Without warning, Anthony removed his fingers and pulled away. His arms prevented me from collapsing to the floor.
“Good girl, Mariah.” Simone jerked her away from the whimpering Genn.
Mariah grinned and eagerly accepted a kiss from her mistress and a high-five from Reed before scampering back to Nate.
Simone returned her attention to the absolutely spent Genn. She snapped a finger in front of her face, but the poor girl was unable to shake her head.
And, just like that, Simone’s fun was over. She sighed.
“Reed, she’s all yours.”
Reed ran a hand over the raised welts and purplish marks staining Genn’s body. He appraised the injuries. Slapped the welts. Twisted a swollen nipple to earn her squeal.
“Can’t thank you enough, Simone,” Reed said.
“Likewise.”
And that was it.
Simone didn’t untie Genn, and neither did Reed. He tossed the gag from her mouth and demanded a kiss before letting her sip from a water bottle. He released some of the ropes but left her bound to the stake by the chain around her waist.
The lights came up, and the conversations resumed, laughing and chatty. Twenty or so people in the room discussed the scene with smiles. They parted to go to the restrooms and bar like it was the intermission of a musical.
“You’re shaking, pet.”
Anthony had the nerve to wrap his arms around my waist again. His fingers drifted so achingly close to my pussy. I shifted. He diligently avoided any contact with any sensitive buttons. I chilled and sweated and hurt.
“Pretty sure I’m dying, sir.”
“Do you want to come?”
My voice steeled. “Don’t you?”
“Manners, pet.” He held me tighter. I backed into something hard and wonderful. “I have plans for you.”
I trembled, but my body wetted more each time he spoke. He took my hand and led me through Duchess. I averted my eyes as we passed more than a few couples I recognized from my time on the table. The women were in various stages of undress but coped with the attention far better than me.
Still, it was a good chance to mimic some of Anthony’s signature confidence. Fake it till I made it…
Or humiliated myself in new and inventive ways.
Anthony took me to the bar. He pulled out a chair, ordered a gin and tonic and my Shirley Temple, and sat.
Then he unbuckled his pants.
Oh.
My belly clenched. My own wetness had spread over my thighs.
Embarrassing? Yes.
But he knew what he did to me.
I licked my lips, anticipating what came next. My last blowjob had ended well, and the thought of serving him again teased every muscle within me.
He’d teach me how he liked it. Right here. In front of the club. I shivered.
He beckoned me closer, pulling me over his lap. I straddled him and stole a quick kiss. He’d pulled his hair into the half-ponytail, but the dark ends still framed his face. He stared through me, and I wondered if every submissive was as intimidated and amazed by her dom as me.
“Four days is too long without my pet.” His growl rumbled in my tummy. “Fuck me. Now.”
Fuck him?
I couldn’t say I wasn’t tempted. The past four days had been my own strapped-to-an-X-Rack torture. But I hadn’t thought we’d be doing…that again. Here.
In front of everyone.
Anthony worked quickly, removing his throbbing cock from his pants and shifting me closer. His eyes blazed into mine with a distinct order.
Except I was a tangle of arms, legs, and uncertain momentum. Plus…I looked ridiculous.
The chair sat too high, and my toes only just brushed the floor if I leaned to one side. I scooted up on his legs. His cock slapped against my belly. I tried to ignore how big it looked compared to my torso. I’d be the first girl shish-kabobed in Duchess.
Now what?
Genn’s scene had broken up, and music pumped from the dance floor. A few couples approached the bar, ordering their drinks so close to us I counted the tinking of ice in their drinks and how many swirls the bartender stirred.
Anthony’s hands rubbed over my back before slapping on my ass. I yelped.
“I said now, pet.”
I understood his order, and I wanted to please him…but we’d have more luck if he tossed me IKEA furniture to build with no instructions.
I was supposed to fuck him? On top?
But he was the dominant one, and I was the pet to be thrown across the table and pounded for his pleasure.
He stroked a thumb over my cheek. His eyes darkened as the seconds passed. His hand slipped downwards, fingers curling over my neck. He squeezed.
Holy hell.
“Do I need to borrow Simone’s cane?” he asked.
The pressure eased. He hadn’t hurt me, but my voice squeaked. “No, sir.”
“Then sit on my cock.”
I wished I hadn’t pouted. “How?”
“How?” He laughed, crossing his arms behind his head. “You know how the parts work. Figure it out, little girl. Pleasure me with your sweet little pussy.”
He wasn’t going to help me.
My breathing wavered. Now I understood.
Anyone could be led around the club, tossed onto the tables and ravaged by a sexier, dominating man. But he wanted absolute submission. And that meant willingly fucking him back. Accepting him into my body. Impaling myself on his thickness.
My body heated. Our first experience had been mortifying, but every night since then I’d fantasized about it again and again until my wrist started to ache. I guessed I’d assumed all of our moments together would be like the first time.
Slow. Erotic. Taken in a darkened room with a quiet audience.
That I could handle.
But this wasn’t the gentle, sensual experience we had before. This was everything he’d promised that day in the pool. He’d said he wanted to fuck me at the bar where everyone would need to reach over my head to get their drinks. Anthony was a man of his word.
Every time I powered through a boundary, I smacked face first into another one.
Anthony ignored me. Though I sat on his lap, my legs spread with his cock twitching against my skin, he did nothing to help. I looked over my shoulder. Big mistake. The room was now full of people. Shannon and Mariah whispered in a corner. A couple kissed against a wall.
And Simone sipped from a champagne glass, watching as I struggled against my own panic.
My hand dug into Anthony’s shirt, finding his shoulder under the layers of clothing.
Why did he have to be dressed? Skin on skin might would have soothed some of my worry.
His muscles twitched under my touch. For as stoic and inattentive as he appeared, he couldn’t hide the effect I had on him. His cock burned my skin, pulsing and hot against me.
He wanted me. I wanted him.
I had no idea why the head-game bullied me the way it did.
I reached down and lifted myself up as awkwardly as the tall chair permitted. His length twitched at my touch, and I curled my hand around him as best I could. The head rubbed against my slickness—appallingly wet for how my body trembled.
I sucked in a breath and forced my body down on top of him.
Immediately my breath released in a wince.
Taking him on top was harder than relaxing on my back. My legs slipped down, and his cock wedged inside me, halfw
ay between stuck piglet and square peg in a round hole.
I hissed and pulled up. My tippy-toes failed me, and the only way I could raise my tush any more was to awkwardly climb up and over Anthony.
Shannon laughed from across the room. Everything clenched, including the part of me still stretched by the wide head of his cock.
“Easy, pet…” A single, compassionate whisper. “Take your time. That’s a lot of cock and so little of you.”
I shuddered, leaning forward and allowing gravity to work its magic and slowly pierce me open.
Each inch prompted a new whimper from my lips, alternating between disbelief, pleasure, and pure claustrophobia. Goosebumps prickled over my body, pooling with the heat between my legs.
I wiggled as he filled me, the awkward tugs disappearing as he cut through me like smoothed butter. It took long, long enough for everyone in the bar to realize just how inexperienced I was, but I bottomed out, stuffed to the brim, hovering over the chair.
My breathing shallowed, broken with shocked gasps. I hadn’t felt anything this deep before. My insides quivered and shook around him, and each flinching movement dragged my clit along the roughness of his pants.
I groaned.
This was submission. Not who was watching or how hard someone was hitting. This. His demanding cock stretching my insides, my muscles trembling and clenching him, searching for relief and begging for more, deeper, harder.
I surrendered to it. Welcomed him as deep as he could go. Promised him every part of me and more. My body cried for movement. To be spread and taken and filled. His breath caught. He needed to be pleasured too.
But taking him was hard enough. I arched, and he pushed in deeper. That wasn’t the direction that’d offer either of us relief. I tightened around the entirety of him and mewed. My eyes found his.
“He’s here for ten minutes, and already he’s buried in her.” Thomas hooted from behind us. “Anthony, give the girl a minute to order a drink.”
Anthony enjoyed the attention. He smiled at me, wicked. “Can’t you tell? I’m at her mercy.”
Panic seized me. I tensed. We both groaned.
Nate leaned over the bar, ordering a long island iced tea for Mariah. His eyes met mine before sliding down, studying my breasts, my navel, and finally lowering to my pussy, the obscene display of Anthony’s girth impaling me. Light into dark. Pale into a contrasting rich mocha.
I tried to hide. Anthony grabbed my hips. Shifted me backwards and let his friend see every fold and nook stretching so wide around his throbbing beast.
“Got a safe word, Anthony?” Nate asked.
“I’ll tough it out.”
“Risky behavior. Go on, sweetheart. Make him regret it.”
Getting fucked in public was expected from Anthony.
Audience participation was not previously discussed.
Anthony’s fingers tickled my spine. He drew me back to him, letting me rest on his chest for a moment to breathe. It didn’t do much, not when I was absolutely imbedded by him, but the simple closeness he offered soothed my trembling.
Everyone watching could see my back, my curves, his cock buried in me.
My ass.
They especially liked my bottom and said so loudly and without shame.
Anthony fingers danced along my spine, generating shivers and tickling arches of burning electricity that sizzled between us. I leaned in, nibbling against him for a kiss.
“Fuck yourself, pet.”
This wasn’t fair. I shifted my hips and succeeded in only a short, frustratingly small movement. I did it again, but he didn’t slide easily inside me. I knew it wasn’t right, but it was all I had. I ground my pelvis against him, rocking back and forth. It wasn’t what he wanted, even if it did fill me with delicious shivers.
Anthony gave me nothing. I wound my hands into his shirt and wobbled.
I knew she approached by the prickling hair on my neck. Simone’s voice cut through the room.
“For Christ’s sake, fuck him, Morgan.”
The humiliation tightened everything in me. Anthony grunted, a little too tight for both of us. I tucked as close to him as I could get, but it was too late.
Everyone turned to watch Simone chastise me.
“Give him a little bounce or something.” Simone circled us, each crack of her heels causing me to flinch. “He’s been stuck working for four days straight. Fuck him.”
Like that was going to happen now.
I stretched my legs out as far as I could, but my toes couldn’t offer the leverage I needed to rise over his body. I kicked around, finding the wooden rail between the chair legs. My toes curled around it and I managed a bit of height before my hip locked up, and I flailed down.
Uncoordinated was an understatement, and concerto teased on my tongue.
Having sex in front of an audience nearly broke me. Humiliating myself by not having sex in front of the same people would kill me.
“She’s learning.” My knight in shining armor fought the dragon for me. “She hasn’t fucked on top before.”
“No wonder.”
“You need to be gentle with her.”
“I need to teach her how to please you.”
I squealed as Simone grabbed my hair. She plucked me off him, and my feet dropped like lead against the ground. A quick readjustment, and, with both their assistance, I straddled him once more. His hand brushed my pussy only to show Simone the slickness on his fingers.
“Horny little thing…” Simone laughed. “You should be able to slip right into that tiny little pussy, so wet and hot. Right, Morgan?”
I couldn’t take much more of this.
I fell limp against him. Anthony held me still. Simone positioned my legs, bending them at the knees and resting them over his thighs. The little bit of height helped, but I still froze, mortified as she stroked Anthony’s cock for me and guided him to my wetness.
“Be a good girl now…” Simone’s breath drew shivers over my skin. “Let him inside that beautiful little slit.”
This time, he fit in me easier than before, sliding within me so smoothly that it earned an appreciative murmur from the crowd. His hands gripped my sides as a panicked tremor passed through my body.
“See?” Simone cooed from behind me. “Use him for balance. Look how easy. All you need is a bit of leverage and you can impale yourself on that monster cock until you come.”
Her hands joined his.
Oh God.
One little motion, and Simone had sandwiched me between them, smothered between his sharp scent and her sweetness.
Why did this turn me on?
It was wrong and wicked and reprehensible, and my insides clenched on Anthony’s cock for every inch I could grab.
I didn’t think. I didn’t fight. I let both Anthony and Simone guide my body as they wished.
Simone pulled me up, Anthony pushed me down. Again and again. Slowly at first, allowing me to adjust, forcing me open. Then a little faster. I could take more. Longer strokes. Harder pulses.
But she didn’t help. Her hands tightened on my waist, and she slammed me upon Anthony, using my body to please him herself. She knew what he liked, how he preferred his fucking, what would tease him the most.
She used me to deliver that pleasure.
It was mortifying. Humbling.
Enthralling.
“How’s she feel, darling?” Simone murmured.
Anthony stared into her eyes. “Perfect, love.”
“She’s being such a good sheath for your cock. A lovely little fuck toy.”
“I’m a lucky man.”
“Luckier now that I can teach her what you need.”
I groaned as Simone released me. She parted from us, and I took control, shutting my eyes as the pleasure tore through me and my body crept closer to the abyss of self-loathing and pride. My muscles liquefied, and the world crashed away into absolute bliss as Anthony’s length thrust long and hard inside me.
“There you go
!” Simone spoke to the crowded room. “How about some encouragement for our little cowgirl?”
The room cheered, and Anthony grinned. His hands gripped my hips almost too tightly. His eyes focused on mine, and he pulled me close, flicking his tongue against mine.
“That’s perfect, pet,” he whispered. “Do what comes naturally.”
It was as if lightning had struck my body. My vision flickered and faded, and every part of me coiled tight.
His praise was all I needed, the only sound capable of rendering me into a helpless fragment of reason and self-control.
I collapsed over him and let myself go. The orgasm crashed through me, and I squealed, my body splitting over his length until I was certain I’d been torn in two.
The applause and cheers of the audience forced half a dozen aftershocks through me, and I hid against chest, hiding my face in his shoulder.
Anthony tugged me upright. His eyes flicked behind me. I wavered, crushed under my own excitement and pinned on top of him. He wound his hand in my hair.
“Don’t look away from me,” he ordered. “Do you understand, pet?”
I didn’t have a chance to respond.
The whistle sang in the air, but it didn’t register until the crack assaulted my back.
The thin cane sliced against me, and a welt instantly rose against my skin.
My vision cascaded in blinding white. My pleasure faded, morphed into the sharp, unapologetic sting of her hit. Anthony held me tight, binding me in place for the next strike.
“Don’t stop now, pet.” Simone coo’ed, cane in hand. “Not when you’ve finally figured it out.”
The cane zipped against the fleshiest part of my ass. The pain twisted, concentrated and severe, a stricter, more effective bite than the slap of a hand. I squealed, collapsing against Anthony.
He rubbed the welt, but the gentle massage didn’t soothe the injury. He pinched, hard. My hands dug into his shoulders, but his gaze struck me harder than any of Simone’s discipline. I’d stopped fucking him. The cane lashed out once more. I cried out, but I understood.
They didn’t want me to stop.
I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and prepared for the next strike. I didn’t need to wait long. I sunk down, enveloping his entire length. Simone hit again. I tensed and yelped. Anthony’s growl warned me for the last time. Whoops. I’d accidentally looked away from him.