He quirks a brow and I shrug, hoping to hide the way my heart pounds so hard I feel it in my throat.
Adrian takes one step closer, his fingers brushing my shoulders. He’s dressed in black again, still hiding behind his mask. “I want you to remember that no matter what happens, no matter what you feel, this is what you want.”
“Is it?”
He nods. “There’s no difference between here and the clubs you frequent.”
“Yeah, no. There’s a difference. The crowd didn’t watch me come apart.”
“And you admitted it was getting stagnant. That’s one of the reasons you accepted my invitation, was it not?”
My upper lip twitches. Hate when the asshole’s got a point. The vulnerability, the exposure—it’s all part of the game.
The thrill.
He grips my chin, turning my face to the crowd. “You’re going to perform for them. You’re going to show them what a filthy little whore you are.”
My cock twitches, now fully erect.
“On your knees, Jasper.”
I hesitate for a moment, a spark of defiance flaring in my chest. But then I kneel, the cold stone of the platform biting into my skin.
Adrian unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. He reaches down, cupping my chin in his hand, tilting my head up so I’m looking at him. “Open your mouth.”
I do as I’m told, my heart thundering as he rubs the tip against my lips, smearing salty precum across my skin before pushinginside, filling me with his hot, hard flesh. I suck him greedily, my tongue swirling around his shaft, my cheeks hollowing out as I take him deeper.
He groans, his fingers tangling in my hair as he fucks my mouth. “You’re not in control now, are you, whore? No, you’re just a greedy cumslut. Suck me deeper.”
My cock twitches and throbs, and I moan around his length as his hips move in a fast, punishing rhythm.
“You’re such a mess. A filthy, sloppy mess. Isn’t that right?”
I nod as I gag, taking what he gives. Wet, vulgar sounds fill the room as he thrusts deeper, harder. My hands grip his thighs, my hips bucking into the air matching the rhythm he’s fucking my face.
“Such a greedy whore, sucking my cock, trying to get my seed.” His voice is low, dangerous, raspy. Then he pulls out, his cock glistening with my saliva, and looks down at me. His eyes are dark and hungry, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Now turn around. Show them that pretty little ass.”
I shift on my knees until my ass faces the audience, then I bend forward, my elbows against the floor. It’s humiliating, degrading. Yet my cock has never been harder.
Adrian spreads my cheeks, exposing my hole. I clench reflexively, my face burning as I focus on the floor. But Adrian doesn’t give me time to dwell on my embarrassment.
When he spits on my hole, I moan, the sound low and guttural, echoing through the room.
“Your tight little asshole’s twitching. It wants to be fucked.” He slaps my ass hard, the sting radiating outward, then he grabs my hips and turns me sideways. “The greedy little whore needs his ass filled, doesn’t he?”
“Y-yes.”
He spits on my hole again, then pushes inside, his thick cock stretching me open. It burns, fucking hurts. Saliva is nosubstitute for lube. I cry out as he starts fucking me like a feral beast, my hands scrabbling against the cold platform as I try to hold on.
“Adrian, slow down. It hurts.”
He responds by slamming into me again, his cock driving into my body with a force that leaves me breathless. The pain and pleasure blur together until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
“Look at them. Look at how they’re watching you. They want you. They want to see you come undone.”
I glance sideways toward the audience, their gazes fixed on me. I feel their desire, their hunger. And it’s turning me on.
“You like this, don’t you? You like being fucked like a little whore in front of all these people.”
