I gasp at the slick rush between my thighs.
I told Loch I wanted strangers at our party. Yes, I’m getting confident, and anonymity helps—mine and theirs.
But he worried about our safety and compromised, saying they had to be fans or loyal friends. So I guess their masks are his way of giving me the anonymity I desire.
All except for one.
“Is HarrySmiles here?” I ask our guests.
“Here, darling.”
A man’s British voice—or is it Australian?—calls out, and my stare lands on one of the solo men. He’s so tall, like Loch, the dark chair can’t contain him.
@HarrySmiles is a cheeky username, hiding who Loch told me is really a closeted, hot, young A-list Hollywood actor. One who doesn’t trust many with his secret, but he trusts us, @LuvPounder and @DirtTGirl.
In a way, we’ve known him for years.
And tonight I want him…
For Loch.
From behind my white lace mask, I smile. “Nice to finally meet you, Harry.”
He replies coyly, “Likewise, Mrs. Soon-To-Be-LuvPounder. You both look ravishing tonight.”
Okay, that baritone voice was Australian.
It’s really him, the actor.
We’re really doing this.
A low moan escapes my lips, and lusciously, Loch fists my hair, his lips tickling my ear. “Slow down, DirtTGirl. You’re getting excited.” I love how he can read my naughty mind. How he orders, “Before we begin, you need to tell everyone our rule. Do you remember it?”
How could I forget? From our first night at the Charleston club together. The first night I felt so sexy and safe with Loch.
My breath thins, giving voice to my desire. “That youmake the rules, that I’ll be a proud slut for you, getting off in front of others whenever you say so, Sir.”
“Mmm.” He flicks the silky strap on my shoulder, making my dress fall, exposing my breast. “And tell them, does that please you? When I make you my beautiful DirtTGirl?”
“Yes, Sir.” My breath hitches. “I want you to please me in front of them.”
Loch flicks the other strap, and my slip dress falls, pooling at my feet. I’m naked, in heels. My flesh, lewd and liberated. My body, bare and beautiful.
Good god, why did I hate my body when it can feel this good?
HarrySmiles licks his lips at the sight of me. The blonde bunny does too. She squirms in Mr. Gold’s lap, who chokes down his approving moan.
“My queen is beautiful, isn’t she?”
Loch’s been saying that word a lot lately—queen—and I love it. I feel like it as he admires my breasts, brushing his fingertips over my nipples, making them ache for more.
“She sure is pretty,” the other solo man crows.
That was a Southern accent, I’d know. Who is he? I’m not sure. He sounds kinda cute, but Mr. Gold’s mask turns to glare at him.
“She’s pretty, and she’sMYqueen,” Loch growls, gently tugging my hair, kicking my ankles apart. Where his fervor is coming from, I don’t know as he asks, “Isn’t that right? Do you feel like my naked queen?”
My nipples tighten, voice rasping, “Yes, Sir.”
