“So greedy,” I joke. He just slips his hand on my bare thigh, dragging his fingertips against the smooth skin, never sliding up my skirt, but just promising me that he’s going to turn me into an absolute mess tonight—I welcome it.
* * *
Leo is not at Avalon tonight, thank God. Carmen is, however, sitting on a man’s lap I don’t recognize. She doesn’t even look over in our direction and I wonder how long she’s been unhappy in her marriage and if he knows she’s here tonight.
“How do you want to play tonight, kitten?” Aiden asks, an arm wrapped around my waist in a possessive hold, letting everyone know that they can look but not touch.
“I think I want strict daddy tonight,” I say, looking up at him and gauging his response. I love how sweet and loving Aiden can be, but I also love seeing these little snippets of his dark side. I know that he will never hurt me, and if I tell him anything is off limits, he will immediately stop. I just want to be told what to do tonight and see how happy he is with my obedience.
His hand slides down to my ass as his other wraps around my throat, a tight squeeze on each side, but not enough to cut off my airway or hinder me from speaking.
“Are you going to be so good for me tonight, kitten? You want to be Daddy’s little fuck toy and do what he tells you?”
I swallow and nod my head, my lips parting as he slides his thumb in between my lips. Without being told, I suck on his finger as he sighs.
His wet thumb drags down my chin as he directs us over to our usual couch. Maybe one day I’ll graduate to being on a stage or doing an amateur show, but for now, I like that this room provides me the ability to not have to perform. I can just be me and get off on the fact that people are watching without the pressure of being on a stage, but I can’t deny that the idea is definitely growing on me.
Aiden sits, his legs wide, and I guess that he wants me on his lap. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “On your knees,” he says.
Immediately wet.
I use his thighs as leverage as I get on my knees for him, the back of my thighs resting on my calves as I tilt my head at him for more direction. He laughs, and I realize I still have my cat ears on. He takes them off and rests them next to his hips before cradling my jaw with his larger hand. “Pull that skirt up, show them how pretty that ass is,” he says.
I follow his direction instantly, sliding my dress up so that my cheeks are on display for the room. Part of why I like people watching me is because I love how zoned out I get with Aiden. I like knowing that people are getting off on seeing us together almost as much as I like Aiden’s ability to make me forget we aren’t the only people in the room.
My hands are on his thighs, and he grabs them by the wrist. “Hands behind your back.” I tangle my fingers together at the base of my spine and wish I had something to hold them together. While I might be an excellent listener, not touching Aiden is hard for me.
Aiden looks larger than life when I’m on the floor like this for him. He looks like a fucking king, and all I want to do is please him and make him lose control over how much he wants me. It’s heady having a man with this much presence only wanting you. I feel loved, even with my knees pressed against the hardwood. I’m in a position of submissiveness, yet, I hold all the power.
I know I’m going to make Aiden feel good, just like I know he will reward me ten-fold for gifting him with my total submission.
“Feel how hard my cock is,” he says. His pants are still on, and I have no other recourse except to use my face. I rub my cheek along the inside of his thigh until I reach the bulge against his pants. Rubbing my cheeks along the length and licking him, the taste of his pants isn’t strong. But the way his eyes are blazing down at me as I follow his commands and put myself in what could be considered a demeaning position for him is worth it. I think about the people around us watching and how it must look. How men want to be in Aiden’s position and how many others wish they were on their knees for him, like I am.
“You want my cock in that greedy little mouth, don’t you?” I nod with my cheek against his cock, and he groans. Unbuckling his pants and pushing them down just enough to fist his cock. He gives it three slow strokes, and my mouth waters looking at him. I like that we never get fully naked at the club. I like even more how Aiden usually only takes out his cock, like it’s the only piece of himself he’s willing for everyone in the club to see. The rest of the man is reserved for his time alone with me.
“Please, Daddy,” I say, giving him needy eyes as I look up at him.
“I want you to take all of it,” he says, and I nod. Keeping my hands behind my back as I open my mouth and slightly rise on my knees. No doubt anyone watching can see the wet patch on my thong as I lean forward and swipe my tongue around the head of his length. His fist still holds the base of him as he lets me get him wet.
“Head up,” he says, and I stop what I’m doing to watch him. He gives me a smile as a trail of spit leaves his lips and drips on his cock.
Holy fucking shit.I swear my clit throbs as he smirks at me.
“Now take all of it,” he demands. One of his hands tangles in my hair at the top of my head and the other grips my chin. He controls the pace as he fucks my throat. The noises my body makes as he uses me are obscene and only have me feeling more turned on. I shift my weight as he takes what he wants, trying to get some friction between my thighs. “Come on, baby, I know you can take more,” he says.
It spurs me on, this never ending need to please him, as I open up my throat as he pushes further. My nose hits his pelvis as his cock hits the back of my throat. His hand slides down my neck, squeezing gently where he can feel his cock, before groaning and letting me go.
A line of spit trails from my lips to the head of his dick. I take a gasping breath as Aiden uses his thumb to clean up my chin and rub it on his pants.
“Always so good for Daddy, aren’t you?” I nod my head and open my mouth again, ready to please him, but he has other plans in mind. “Give me your hand.” I give it to him, and he helps me up, his large hands brushing off my knees before he places a soft kiss on my thigh.
I expect him to toss me over his lap and spank me in that position, but he stands up, pushing back my hair before placing a soft kiss on my lips. “All fours, on the couch,” he says. I nod, and Aiden has an outreached hand if I need it as I use my forearms to balance the upper part of my body as my knees and shins rest on the leather.
Aiden doesn’t waste any time as he tugs on my thong, the material stretching between my thighs as the first slap of his palm hits my ass. I can feel more eyes on us in that moment—there’s nothing better than an audible smack to get people’s attention. I press my face against the leather and watch him as he winds up again, hitting the same spot in a delicious way that stings so fucking good.
“Look at your pretty little cunt dripping for me. All that from sucking your daddy’s cock?”
“Yes.” I groan as he spanks me again.
