“You’ve built a stage,” he said with some surprise.
“When people like to have pool parties, they install a pool,” Akira said matter-of-factly.
Half-a-dozen comfortable leather couches surrounded the stage. All but one was occupied. Akira sank onto the empty one and crossed her legs, the slit in her skirt revealing her silky smooth leg up to her thigh.
He settled next to her, his gaze drawn to that pale expanse of flesh. “What happens now?”
She shushed him as a dark-haired woman strode into the room, instantly capturing everyone’s attention. “Now you get to meet Zoe. Guests love her. She encourages audience participation.” She pursed her lips. “Let me know when you want to tap out.”
Chapter Seventeen
Jacob narrowed his eyes at his hostess. Akira was so cute when she was treating him like a naïve virgin. Cute and maddening.
Practical-experience wise, this might very well all be new for him, but he possessed a more fertile imagination than most normal people. Intellectually, his depravity ran deep.
The room was dead silent now, however, and he was too polite to loudly argue with his woman and interfere with everyone’s enjoyment. Unable to completely let her snarky comment go, he settled his hand on her thigh and gave her a warning squeeze.
Deliberately, she placed her hand over his and dragged it up her inner thigh until it was almost at her groin. Then she gave him a smirk and mouthed,Watch.
Akira’s skin burning against his palm, he turned to the stage and the Hispanic beauty mounting it. Zoe’s tall, curvy body was displayed to perfection in a lacy green negligee that did little to hide her large nipples and shaved mound.
Another woman neared the stage, fingers working the knot of the robe she wore. Before she climbed the steps, she slipped it off her shoulders, baring her naked body to the crowd. Her ass was round, her big breasts jiggling with her fidgeting as she came to rest, standing in profile to them. A sigh rose from one viewer, while another growled appreciatively.
“The naked woman is Tess,” Akira whispered. “Pretty, yes?”
No doubt, the blonde was sexy, but… “Not as pretty as you,” he whispered back, and caught her fleeting smile out of his peripheral vision.
Zoe stalked around Tess in a circle, teasing her by stroking her flanks, her hair, her back. She paused, standing behind Tess, fingertips on that full ass. Her hand snapped back, the loud noise cracking through the silence. The blonde gave a choked-off cry, her ample flesh jiggling from the blow.
Akira shifted. “Is this too much pain for you?”
“What?”
“You said your hard limit was…”
“Severe pain.” Not this, the slap of flesh against flesh. Would she spank her again? His fingers curled, pressing into Akira’s resilient thigh.
Zoe tapped Tess’s hip and the girl obediently shifted, turning so her soft body was facing him and Akira directly. For a brief second, he made eye contact with Tess before her lashes fluttered down. A well-built, good-looking man melted out of the shadows to join the duo. He was already naked, his cock hard. He stood passively beside Tess, but there was no mistaking the expression on his face when he looked at the taller woman. Love. Heat. Worship.
“That’s Zoe’s husband,” Akira confirmed.
The man stroked Tess’s nipples while Zoe tugged on her hair, arching her neck. She placed her lips close to the younger woman’s ear, but her voice carried through the room. “If you’re not quiet,” she said, as if she were explaining something to a small child, “I will make this painful. Do you want it to be painful?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Smart girl.” She turned her narrow gaze to her husband. “Do you have the clamps, David?”
“Of course.”
“Good.” Zoe pressed a kiss on Tess’s shoulder and nodded at the plain wooden chair set in the center of the stage. Head bowed, the girl walked to the chair and sat down.
Zoe tilted her head, a sly smile on her face as she stared at her husband. “Put them on her.”
David sank to his knees, his mouth honing in on one nipple and then the other, using his teeth to pull the tiny nubs out so they stood farther away from the girl’s body.
Tess cried out when the first clamp closed around her nipple. She squealed with the second.
Zoe closed her hands over the girl’s shoulders, holding her steady, or perhaps comforting her, Jacob wasn’t sure. “The third one, David.”
