“I’ll be outside. You can lock the door from the inside when I step out.” The man exited quietly, and Roman lowered the lock.
The dim lights barely illuminating the red walls of the large pleasure house set an erotic scene, and Roman’s cock tried to rip through his trousers.
Violet’s eyes darted around the viewing room. “Where is everyone?”
Roman descended the stairs until he reached the front row. A pane of glass with holes in the top to allow sound through separated them from the stage. “I rented out the entire place for tonight.”
His mate sat beside him on one of the plush couches, but he grabbed her hips and hauled her up to stand in front of him. “I thought you wanted me in a private box,” she murmured. She’d worn a fitted bodice for their wedding with no breast band, and he could see her nipples straining against the fabric.
“The entire building is our private box tonight.” Reaching up, he unlaced the front of her dress to reveal the gift underneath. Her breasts were heavy in his palms, the dark nipples eager to be seen. “Can I rip this?”
She slapped his hand away. “No. I want to keep it.”
“Does that mean I get to see it on you again?” he asked. The thought of peeling this off her again and again seemed more appealing than ripping it from her beautiful body.
She smiled coyly. “I guess we’ll see.”
Roman shimmied the dress over her hips, spun her around, pulled down her underwear, and swatted her ass. “That smart mouth will get you in trouble, princess.”
He soothed a hand over the red mark on her perfect-for-him ass. Violet glanced over her shoulder. “Good.”
Seconds later, a man and a woman, both blindfolded, fumbled their way on stage until they reached the bed. “Why can’t they see?” Violet mused and stepped closer to the glass.
Roman stood and undressed. “Because no one but me will see you like this.”
He sat back down and grabbed her hips. “Have a seat, wife.” Once seated firmly in his lap, Violet squirmed. The head of his cock wept. “This will be over before it starts if you don’t sit still,” he warned.
The woman on stage kissed down the man’s body, her cunt on full display with her ass in the air. Roman averted his gaze to Violet. Watching her excited him more than watching the performers.
The peaks of Violet’s nipples hardened further when Roman grazed them with his thumbs. “Is your cunt crying yet, wife?”
Glancing from the stage to him, she reached down, swiped her fingers across her pussy, and coated his lips with her sweetness. “I’ve been wet since we stepped inside.”
Roman wrapped his tongue around her fingers, eager for a taste. “Lift up.”
The shining dark flesh of her cunt taunted him, but he pressed his lips together to keep from shoving his tongue inside her. They would get to that later.
He leaned back and wrapped one hand around her hip and the other around his dick. “Seat yourself on my cock.”
Looking between her legs, she eased down and paused when his swollen head rubbed against her entrance. “Prepare yourself,” was her only warning before she impaled herself in one quick motion.
Roman jerked forward and grunted. “Fuck, princess, are you trying to kill me?” Violet giggled, and he moved her hair to nip at her neck. “Is that funny?”
“What’s the matter, prince? Can’t take it?” she taunted.
His lips brushed the side of her neck. “It’sKing.”
The man on stage cried out, grabbing Violet and Roman’s attention seconds before he jerked out of the woman’s mouth and sprayed cum all over her face. Violet moaned and rocked her hips once. Roman hissed and covered both of her breasts with his hands.
“Do you want?” he asked low. “For me to shove my cock down your throat until I paint your face with my scent?” He pinched her nipples, and she jerked her hips again. “Or maybe you’d rather I coat your tits, so it smears between us when I fuck you.”
“Rome,” she breathed and circled her hips. If she moved any faster, he wouldn’t last, so he ran his hands down her sides until he reached her waist to stop her.
“Don’t move.” One of his arms banded around her waist, and the other crept its way to her clit to rub light circles.
His mate whimpered and tried to move, but he held her steady. “I need to move,” she protested with a curse.
Roman pinched her clit and she cried out. “You’ll move when I allow it.”
