In the crowd of people, I spotted Sierra, Heather, Steven, and Hector at the bar.
“Oh no.” Sierra giggled, nudging Heather as we approached. “Someone’s in trouble.”
Heather peered over her shoulder, along with Steven and Hector. “Damn!”
Oh God.
“Look at you!” she shouted, jumping off the barstool.
Sierra laughed behind her hand.
“No, please, don’t look at me,” I said as Charlie squeezed harder to pull me along.
So embarrassing …
But my pussy was pulsing.
“Sun,” Heather shouted halfway across the room at Sun.
Sun was perched on Russ’s lap with his wife on his opposite leg.
Heather waved her arms in the air to get her attention. “Athena’s here.”
“Oh my God,” I murmured to myself, keeping my gaze on Charlie.
If I pretended like nobody else was here, then it’d be like we were live on Charlie’s profile. Charlie’s icy eyes were piercing into mine.
He sat down beside Hector and leaned against the bar. “Are you going to behave?”
“Mmhmm,” I whimpered.
Once he finally released me, he seized my chin and kissed me. “You’re so pretty.”
Another whimper left my mouth, and I kept my eyes closed for a moment. Music drifted through my ears, and my heart was racing faster than it ever had. But Charlie’s hands were on my body, calming me.
“I ought to collar you next,” he murmured into my ear. “Would you like that?”
“Collar me?” I whispered, warmth exploding through my pussy. “Yes.”
Sierra and Heather had both been collared, and I was a bit jealous about it. But that was way before Charlie and I got together. I had wanted it so badly with him, but I never thought that it would happen.
“Your usual?” the bartender said behind the counter.
Charlie nodded.
“And for the pretty lady?” he asked, gazing toward me.
“Tequila,” I said without hesitation.
“Tequila?” Charlie repeated with a chuckle.
My lips curled into a small smile. “I need something strong.”
When the bartender slipped me my shot of alcohol, I drank it down in one huge gulp and let it burn the back of my throat. Charlie sipped his drink and stood up.
“Well …” he said to our friends. “We’re off to the glass room. Feel free to come watch.”
“Oh, we will,” Heather said, wiggling her brows at me.
