God yes!
And then his head is between my thighs, his tongue flicking out to taste me, and holy fuck, I nearly come on the spot. I'm so sensitive from all the edging, so desperate for release, that even the slightest touch is almost too much to bear.
Rhyland doesn't stop, doesn't slow down. He pushes me back onto the table, the white tablecloth cool against my overheated skin as I lean back on my elbows, giving him better access to my dripping core.
He spreads me wide, his fingers digging into my thighs as he holds me open for his hungry mouth. His tongue is everywhere, licking and sucking and flicking over my clit in a relentless assault of pleasure that has me seeing stars.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him in place as I grind against his face, chasing the release that's been denied to me for so fucking long. I'm so close,so goddamn close, my nipples pebble and aching, my pussy clenching around nothing as I teeter on the brink.
I risk another peek behind me, my heart skipping a beat as I realize that we're still being watched, that all those hungry eyes are devouring the sight of Rhyland eating me out like I'm his favorite meal.
"Fuck, Rhyland," I pant, my voice high and breathy with need. "I'm gonna come, baby. Don't stop."
Of course, because he's a sadistic bastard who lives to torment me, that's precisely what he does. He pulls back, leaving me empty and aching, as I let out a frustrated whine.
"Hold that thought, Angel," he says with a wicked grin, his lips and beard glistening with my juices. "We're just getting started."
I want to scream, to punch him, to tackle him to the ground and ride his cock until I finally get the release I so desperately need. But I know that's exactly what he wants, what he's been waiting for all night.
"You're an asshole, Rhyland," I snarl, with equal parts fury and desire. "But if you think I'm going to beg for you, you've got another thing coming. I am done with your games tonight."
Rhyland's grin is pure sin, his eyes glittering with a dark promise as he leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. "Oh, I don't think, baby," he purrs, his fingers skating up my thighs, making me shake with need. "I know. By the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll be begging me for mercy, screaming my name so loud they'll hear you inValhalla."
I shiver at the promise in his words, my body already aching for his touch, for the sweet torture I know he has in store.
Rhyland pulls my dress back down, covering my exposed flesh from the hungry gazes of the room.
I catch a flash of anger in his eyes, a possessive fury that sends a thrill down my spine before he slips his mask of cool indifference back into place. He's trying to play it off like he's unfazed, but I know better. The thought of all these people seeing me, wanting me, is driving him crazy.
And I'd be lying if I said I didn't love every second of it.
Before I can dwell on that thought for too long, the gentleman from earlier appears at our table, a knowing smirk on his face. "Right this way, sir," he says, gesturing for us to follow him.
I frown in confusion as Rhyland helps me to my feet, his hand possessive on the small of my back.
Where the hell are we going now?
As we approach the back of the building, down a long hallway lined with glass panels, I start to get an idea. People are crowded around each panel, their faces pressed against the glass as they gawk at whatever's inside.
And when I finally see for myself, my jaw nearly hits the floor.
In one room, two men are going at it like animals, one slamming his cock into the other's ass while he begs for more, harder, faster. In the next, a woman is tied up with intricate rope work. Her body is contorted into a beautiful, erotic sculpture as her partner fucks her from behind.
And in the last room, a woman straddles a blindfolded man, riding his cock with wild abandon as the onlookers press their faces against the glass, their breath fogging up the surface with each panting gasp.
It's like something out of a goddamn porno, a live sex show put on for the viewing pleasure of anyone with a pulse and a pervy streak. And as much as the rational part of my brain is screaming at me to run, to get the hell out of this den of sex and sin, I can't deny the thrill of excitement that runs through me at the thought of being watched, of putting on a show of my own.
Rhyland must sense my thoughts through our bond because he leans close, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks from behind me as I stare at the woman grinding on the man's cock. "Still think you won't beg, Angel?" he murmurs, his voice low and rough with promise. "We'll see about that."
With that, he takes my hand and leads me to an empty room at the end of the hall. The glass walls offer an unobstructed view of the plush, king-sized bed—a kinky wonderland of cuffs, whips, chains, and Fifty Shades of "Oh My!"
Oh, fuck. What have I gotten myself into?
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Ican feel Rhyland's discomfort through our bond like a giant neon sign flashing, "I'd rather eat glass than do this." He's already given me quite the show on that table.
