“Yes, Sir.” It’s true. I don’t know how Loch knows it, but I like what he sees in me.
He’s mostly cloaked, but I’m drawn to his presence, his voice, his eyes. I drop my hem, letting him grab my hips, rustling the silk up enough so my legs straddle his hulking thigh clad in black jeans.
“You need to show me, don’t you?” He nips my bottom lip. “Show me what a dirty girl you’ll be when you finally ride my cock with your wet pussy while I suck your tits and finger-fuck your virgin ass.”
“Yes, Sir.” It feels so natural, sighing the words for him.
Shamelessly, he reaches down, over my dress, spreading my pussy lips so my tingling clit is exposed. The sensation of rubbing it over cool silk, smoothed over his rigid denim and warm, hard muscles, is the ultimate friction and feral act.
Proudly, I submit.
“That’s it, Babygirl. Roll your sexy hips. Rub that pussy on me.” His mouth steams over my ear. “I make the rules, Alena,and that means you’ll be a proud slut for me, getting off in front of others whenever I say so. Do you want that?”
“Yes…” I stammer, completely corrupted and loving it. “Yes, Sir. Please.”
I press my forehead to his as he blindly reaches for a cup of ice water on the bar. Lifting a wet cube, he circles it over my hard nipple. I moan, my flesh blooming, and his eyelids drop.
“Fuck, Alena. Your moans.” He wets my other nipple, cold heat flowing through me. “You want to learn, so know this… You’re going to submit to me, and you won’t be shy. You’ll know how beautiful you are wherever we go. Tomorrow, we’ll go to a store, and you’ll wear a dress, and put your hand in your panties, and finger your pussy in public for me, while I watch, because you’re my dirty girl. Will that please you?”
“Yes, Sir. Oh fuck, Loch.” I grab his granite shoulders, my mind spinning.How does he know?My thighs start to shake. My pussy’s so wet, doing this for him in front of so many, even though most are preoccupied.
But Vale, standing behind me, whispers in my ear, “Yeehaw, cowgirl, have fun.” I almost giggle before she leans around and barks at Loch, “Hurt my girl, and I’ll tweeze your scrotum to death.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he answers her before tugging my hair, pulling my mouth to meet his in a groaning kiss.
While his tongue dominates mine, he teases ice over my hard nipples, soaking my dress. It must be see-through, and I love it. I want people to watch me with him. He’s so hot; he makes me feel beautiful—wanted. He’s getting me so close, so fast; my breath pants.
“Good girl,” he praises through our kiss. “I’m going to strap you to an orgasm tower and play with your pussy in front of everyone until your cum drips to your ankles. Is that what you secretly want, Babygirl?”
“Yes.” With my eyes closed, I hang on to our kiss, to his control, and my fantasy, making me confess, “Yes, Sir. I want to be your sex slut. Please, Loch. Make me suck your cock in front of everyone until you come all over my face.”
“Oh, fuck, Alena.” He grunts, tugging my hair, surprised. I am too.
Where did that come from? And why do I care? It’s true. I’m free and blooming, powerful and beautiful under his control.
And falling so hard for him.
Needing him.
My eyelids crack open. With my forehead pressed to Loch’s, I gasp when he publicly tugs my wet nipples, cold from ice, hot with his touch.
Rubbing my throbbing pussy over his thigh, I’m getting off, and so are two men. I see them out of the corner of my eye, standing solo, cups in one hand, stroking their exposed, hard cocks with the other.
Loch glances at them, his pinch of my nipples bolder, brutal. He growls, “See how other men want to fuck you too. How you’re sexy as fuck, but you’re mine, aren’t you, Babygirl?”
“Yes, Sir.” The shudder starts. The tightening in my spine. The madness in my veins. The new taboo of strangers wanting me, but I belong to Loch. My pussy slicks his jeans, my clit pulses, sparking, my lips, swollen from his kiss. He pinches my nipple with one hand, spanks my ass in front of the men with the other, and sends me flying.
I buck in Loch’s grasp with a proud orgasm, groaning into his shoulder. Lust gushes from my core, my legs shaking uncontrollably while he holds me here, kissing my lace-covered hair.
“That’s my Babygirl,” he soothes. “She knows she’s beautiful now, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” I sigh because I do. Gone is every cruel word written across my skin. Their scars fading.
Pressing his thick finger to my mouth, he makes me suck it while he whispers in my ear, “Now let them see how you’re my dirty girl and cum stained your dress for me.”
Proudly, he turns me around, holding my wrists bound behind my dress as it falls, covering me while the men keep jerking off at the sight. The silk covering my nipples and sex is wet. It’s see-through, sticky, soaked with water, my cum, and his control.
I’ve never felt so erotic and exposed, so powerful and possessed, so found and lost for a man.
