Savannah returned with their Glenlivet and, without a word, stationed herself close by. The tables on the main floor, now filled with familiar faces, some dressed to the nines, and some wearing fetish attire, had their gazes on the platform, waiting for the show to begin. Montages of demos past played on the jumbo screen, whetting their appetites.
Brendan had quite the crowd here tonight. With the smell of sex already in the air, Matt watched the guests stroke and fondle each other while he toyed with Gina’s nipple. Christ, he needed to be inside her. He got pumped up thinking of all the things they could explore here together.
She had a curious mind. Matt paid attention to her breathing, the dilation of her pupils, and made a note of what appeared to excite her. Rough fingering and fisting didn’t surprise him. They’d been working up to it and were almost there. And asmuch as Gina protested to Sloan, she bit her lip when she saw the paddle.
A little impact play, perhaps? I like it.
But while watching a scene of a girl with a harem of men pleasuring her, Gina audibly gasped. Chuckling, Matt pinched her nipple. He could make that happen for her, too.
She wore the little white dress he’d found that day in the boutique window. He could see her dusky nipples, hard and swollen, through the fabric. His boys could see them, too. He’d seen them looking.
Brendan and Katie walked onto the raised platform.
Matt lowered the strap of Gina’s dress, exposing her bare breast, and she let him.
“Here we go, bunny.”
“What are they gonna do?”
He bent over and kissed the creamy swell of her breast. “No one touches his wife. Ever. Only him. He’ll let you watch, though.”
“You get to see your friend get her guts rearranged by Brendan’s monster cock.” Sloan squeezed the flesh just above her knee. “Katie gets off when people watch.”
“Have you?” she asked, staring up at him, her hazel eyes big and round.
“Have I what?”
“Watched them.”
“Fuck yeah.” He moved her hand to the bulge in his pants. “I like to watch.”
She squeezed. “Wow, that’s so kinky.”
“We’re all kinky, bunny. Some of us just hide it better.”
“Bren used to do demos all the time—he’s a master. He only does them with Katie now,” Kit said, his gaze fixed on the jumbo screen. “Katie’s a subbie. She gets off by pleasing him, too.”
“I see.”
No, she really didn’t.
Not yet.
But she would.
Gina was watching, too. “God, they’re hot together.”
And they were.
Naked but for strands of pearls that circled her neck and hung over her breasts, Katie kneeled upon a bed draped in sumptuous, deep plum satin, assuming theNabuposition. With her back straight, she placed her upturned palms on her thighs spread wide to signify her willingness and desire to please her master.
“It’s because they love each other so much—you can see it. He adores her. She worships him.”
Then, the spreader bar came out.
“I don’t think I can watch.”
“You don’t have to, my darling.” And he slipped the other strap off her shoulder. “We can distract you.”
