“I will take you after Rooftop closes tonight.”
She’s as giddy as a schoolgirl as she straddles me. “We have thirty minutes before we need to go to the market.”
I flip her over, nestling between her thighs. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me. Hard.” I take her in one harsh thrust, her pussy tight around my cock.
“Your wish is my command, baby girl.”
We tangle in the sheets longer than we should, but I can’t get enough of this woman. I don’t think I ever will.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I stand at the bottom of the staircase that leads up to the voyeur floor, Aspen in my arms as I search her gaze for even a hint of trepidation. All I see is her radiant smile.
“Yes. I’m ready. You’ve had me on the edge of orgasm all night with this jewelry.”
“Was I right? Have you enjoyed it?”
“I felt so dirty all day but in a good way.” She pushes up onto her tiptoes, planting a gentle kiss on my lips. It’s strange for me. I never had a softness to my affection with any of my subs. Sharing it with Aspen adds a new dimension to intimacy, and I’m here for it.
“Then, let’s go. Remember, what are you going to say if you want to leave?”
“Ruby, Sir.” Fucking hell, it makes me hard as a rock.
“Good girl.” I take her hand in mine and lead her upstairs, my heart hammering in my chest, my pulse whooshing in my ears. This is the basis of my kinks, and showing it to her leaves me feeling vulnerable.
As we step out onto the great hall, Aspen’s body tightens at my side.
“Are you okay, baby girl?”
“Wow.” She pulls her hand from mine, and I think my worst fears are about to be realized. But instead of running in the opposite direction, she moves into the crowd, taking it all in. She’s watching as bodies writhe, her eyes snagging on Genevieve sitting in one of the wingback chairs, her legs spread wide as her submissive goes down on her.
“She’s beautiful to watch, isn’t she?” I move Aspen’s hair off her neck, pressing my lips to the sweet spot right below her ear, eliciting a moan as she feels the weight of my erection at her back.
“Yes.” Her voice is a breathless whisper as I let my hands wrap around her waist, careful not to push her past what she’s comfortable with. “Do you watch her a lot?”
The rapid rise and fall of her chest tell me she’s beyond aroused, and my heart takes flight. “I do. She’s so elegant.”
“Do you watch men too?” She bites her bottom lip as she starts looking elsewhere to an all-male ménage à trois.
“Yes. There’s beauty in the male form. Taking and giving at the same time.” I can appreciate the raw sexuality in it. My eyes are fixed on the male being fucked while he gives head to another. “I’m man enough to say it makes me hard.”
She reaches her hand between us, feeling the length of me, straining against my pants.
“Have you ever…” She leaves it hanging in the air.
“Does it matter?”
“No.”
“Does it turn you on?”
“Yes, Sir.” Taking her hand, I weave slowly through the crowd, finding a prime spot for her to take it all in.
When I take a seat, I ask her to take the position at my feet and tell me what she sees before I give her some relief.
“Tell me what turns you on, baby girl.”
“This. Kneeling for you, Sir.”
