“Uhh, my needy wife,” he murmured, his growl curling hot against my ear. “This is your stage, and you will perform. Tonight, you won’t deny me any longer. I’m going to fuck that pretty pink hole for everyone to see.”
A shiver of panic rippled through me, tangled with a surge of secret need. “Nik, please…take me home. I’ll give it to you. I swear, I’ll give you my last virginity. But here? I won’t be able to hold back—you know I won’t—and the entire club will know exactly what you’re doing to me.”
The plea didn’t sway him; his face remained set in stony resolve. He was too far gone, lust roiling inside him along with a fierce possessive anger that had been awakened when that man had dared put his hands on me.
“Don’t you move, Lacey,” he whispered hoarsely. I squirmed but stayed bent over, gripping the rail. Deep down, Iwantedto give him this. I’d denied him this one thing for too long, and now…now I wanted him to take the last of my innocence in front of this audience.
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw him lift my torn panties to his nose and inhale deeply before pocketing them. He smirked like the devil. “I love seeing your bare ass decorated with that stud,” he said, sliding both hands up my curves and cupping my breasts over the fabric of my dress.
“Seeing your dress hiked up, your glorious ass in the air, and that diamond plug shimmering between your cheeks—sweet mother of Jesus, it might be the best angle of you I’ve ever seen.” His voice dropped to a threat. “Yes…worth every cent. But the appetizer’s over. It’s time for the main course.”
He stepped back just enough to tug off his jacket and roll up his sleeves. His gaze locked on me like a predator savoringthe final seconds before a kill. “Fuck,” he rasped, “watching you squirm with the lights of the band silhouetting you—this will be burned into my memory forever.”
Reaching down, he smoothed circles over my ass cheeks before sliding his fingers between them to find the jeweled base of the plug. He twisted it slowly, sending tingles shooting outward as he began to ease it free.
The widest part stretched me with a blunt, insistent pressure, stealing my breath. I clutched the rail harder, curling my toes in my shoes as it pressed against every nerve, stinging in a way that made my pussy clench. Then it popped free, gliding out in one slick slide, leaving me shockingly aware of how open I was.
Over my shoulder, I saw him pocket the stud.
With one finger, he traced the stretched rim in slow, possessive circles. “You’re ready to take me,” he said as if it were fact, not opinion.
“I’m…not so sure,” I stuttered.
His palm pushed against my lower back, pressing me into the rail again. “Focus on the crowd. This is a performance. Make love to the eyes on you. See if you can make the whole place watch as I fuck your little asshole—as I take what’s mine. I know it’s what you want.” His tone dropped to something rougher, more intimate. “I may hate anyone else seeing you, my wife, but you’re giving me what I’ve wanted since the first time I had you…so I’m giving you one of your kinks in return. This is only for you and me. Make this the scene you imagine when you’re alone, touching that wet little pussy, thinking about me in your ass.”
How did he know? I’d never told him I had fantasies about being watched—but then, Nik always seemed to know things about me I didn’t dare speak aloud.
I arched my back for him, turning my attention to the crowd below. No one was looking. Good. Maybe I could make it through this without—
I glanced toward the stage. The bass player turned his head slightly, angling his gaze up at us. My pulse spiked, but my focus quickly shifted when Nik’s finger made one last slow, claiming pass over my stretched rim before he pulled it away, leaving me throbbing. His warm hand skimmed over the curve of my hip. Then he gripped me firmly, guiding me to arch even deeper over the rail.
I glanced back over my shoulder. Nik’s eyes caught mine in the low light, unblinking as his hand went to his fly, dragging down the zipper. He reached inside and wrapped his fingers around himself, tugging his cock free. It was already fully hard, thick and veined. The sight made my knees threaten to give. He let me look for only a beat before his lips curved up in a sinful warning.
“Eyes forward, little lamb.”
He stepped closer to me, using one hand to anchor me by the hip while the other guided his cock to my hole.
When the blunt crown pressed into my tight ring, my breath snagged in my throat.
Even after having the plug inside me for a long while, my body resisted, the sting sharp and hot as he pushed forward.
I gripped the rail, my hips twitching at the alien stretch.
“That’s it,” Nik murmured in approval. He leaned over me, his chest a wall of heat at my back. “Take my head like a good girl.”
A choked gasp escaped me as the widest part of him slid past the opening, my body clenching hard around him before I disciplined myself and pressed to open up again.
Then he retreated just enough to make my muscles ache with the loss before he pressed in again—penetrating in small, measured thrusts, teasing me with the promise of more.
His lips brushed my ear. “Look to your right…by the bar.”
I forced my gaze over. My pulse vaulted when I saw them—a man and a woman, late forties maybe, leaning into each other with lazy smirks, drinks in hand. They werewatching.
My heart kicked against my ribs. This was really happening.
Nik’s hips rolled with the bass drum from the stage below, the slow pulse of it syncing with the slide of his cock breaching me. The sting blurred into pressure, then into heat, and finally into something deeper that made my pussy weep.
“Good,” he praised, his hand leaving the rail to find my breast. He kneaded just enough to make my nipples pebble. “You see that? The way they’re drinking you in?”
