“Oh, baby.” He brushed a kiss on my nose.
He started to explain, but I cut him off. “Shit. I know what a safe word is. You… this… my head is just discombobulated.”
“Discombobulated?” He smiled.
I pushed against his rock-hard chest, but he grabbed my wrist, pinning me to him. “Safe word.”
My head was spinning. “Cupid.”
He chuckled. “Cupid?”
I nodded. “Sorry. It’s that time of year.”
“Don’t apologize,” he said, leaning down to take my mouth in his. This time it was softer and more passionate. I moaned into his mouth as his body pressed against mine and his cock rocked against my needy little clit.
“Your moaning is going to be the death of us all.”
“Do you think…”
He pulled away, looking at me.
“Do you think they want to watch? Would you get in less trouble?” I felt a tightness start at my chest and pulse down my body. I couldn’t believe I just asked that.
“Are you ok with that?”
“I’m not against… the sharing.” Was this the wrong time to be having this conversation?
“But?”
“My problem is…” I couldn’t help smile with embarrassment. “The time limit set in place.” Feeling more confident, the words rushed out. “I haven’t even had you all yet, but I know once I do, I’ll want more.”
His lips met mine in a harsh, but brief, kiss. “You’re mine tonight, but they can watch if it’s what you want.”
“How?”
“How do you want them to watch?”
“What are my options?”
He smiled, the kind of smile that told you, you were in over your head, but you knew no matter what was said you wouldn’t care.
“We have the shower camera and intercom here. They can come into the room, or…” He paused, studying my face.
“I’ve already signed the NDA and will sign the other contract tomorrow once I change a few things.”
His laughter boomed. “Of course you would change something.” He stepped towards me, running his hand down my torso, rubbing his finger over my clit. “You’re so wet.”
I moaned again. I never realized how much I moaned. If I were asked, I would have said no, but knowing how it affects these men, I’m acutely aware every time I do it. Perhaps it’s the fact I haven’t had a man’s hands on me in months and they were just stored up in their own little moan bank.
“The other option is a voyeur room.” He read the confusion on my face and continued. “It’s like a regular bedroom, but there’s two-way glass on the wall they can look through. Lights are set low so you can’t see them, but they can see us.”
My eyes lit up.
“You like that?”
I nodded, biting my lip. He pressed his fingers into me, nearly lifting me off the ground, pulsing them in and out a few times. I threw my arms around his neck, to help hold me up as my legs grew weaker the closer I got to climax.
“You aren’t coming yet. Have you ever been edged?”
