What shocks me most isn’t that Havoc wants to take my anal virginity in front of the entire club, but how desperately I want him to.
My body is still trembling from squirting on the pool table. I’ve never felt anything like that before—that intense release that left me boneless and floating. And now, watching Ace and Ryder with that woman, seeing her ecstasy as they fill both her holes... I want that too.
“Ready, baby girl?” Havoc murmurs in my ear.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, surprising myself with my eagerness.
Havoc’s fingertips dig into my hips as he lifts me off his cock, and I whimper at the sudden emptiness. My legs feel like jelly, barely supporting me as he gets up and turns the padded leather chair.
“Bend over,” he commands, his voice rough with desire as he positions me. “Hands on the back of the chair.”
I comply, leaning forward and gripping the chair’s back. In this position, I’m completely exposed—ass up, face down, legs spread. The vulnerability sends a thrill through me that I never expected to feel.
“Arch your back more,” Havoc instructs, his palm pressing between my shoulder blades. “Ass up higher. That’s it.”
My hair falls forward, partially shielding my no doubt flushed face as I feel dozens of eyes on me. I hear murmurs of appreciation from surrounding club members.
I hear the cap flip open behind me, and then feel cool liquid drizzling between my ass cheeks. I jerk and squirm at the sensation.
“Hold still,” Havoc commands, his free hand gripping my hip firmly.
I shudder as his finger traces circles around my puckered hole. I’m so sensitive that even this light touch sends sparks shooting through me.
“Oh!” I gasp as his finger presses in gently.
“Look at that pretty little hole,” someone comments, and I realize people are admiring the view as Havoc prepares me.
“Now that’s a view,” someone—Diesel, I think—comments from nearby.
Havoc’s hands grip my ass cheeks, spreading them wide for better access. I feel exposed in a way I never have before, my most intimate place on display for everyone to see.
“First, we need to get you nice and relaxed,” Havoc says, his voice gentler now despite the audience.
He adds more lube directly onto my asshole. I gasp at the sensation, my body instinctively clenching.
“Breathe, baby,” Havoc murmurs. “Relax for Daddy.”
I focus on my breathing as his slick finger slowly presses inside, opening me up. The sensation is strange—not quite pleasure, not quite pain—but intensely intimate.
“That’s it,” Havoc praises as his fingertip breaches me. “Good girl.”
The intrusion burns slightly. I bite my lip, determined to take it. His finger works deeper, stretching me open.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Havoc tells the room, his voice strained. “Going to feel so good around my cock.”
His finger works in and out, gradually increasing its depth. Just as I adjust to the sensation, I feel pressure from a second finger joining the first.
The unfamiliar sensation of his fingers stretching me open transforms into something unexpected—pleasure. A deep, forbidden kind of pleasure that makes me gasp and curl my toes against the floor.
“Fuck,” I breathe, pushing back against Havoc’s hand. The movement sends his fingers deeper, and a moan escapes my lips before I can stop it.
“Look at that,” Havoc growls behind me, his voice carrying across the room. “My baby girl’s pushing back for more. You like having your tight little hole stretched open, don’t you?”
I should be embarrassed because I’m bent over a chair with the club watching Havoc finger my ass, but all I can focus on is how good it feels. His fingers twist slightly, scissoring gently to stretch me further, and I find myself rocking back, seeking more of that forbidden pleasure.
“Yes,” I whisper, then louder when his free hand slaps my ass lightly, “Yes, I like it.”
“Goddamn,” Havoc’s voice is rough with lust. “Would you look at this? My sweet little Sasha’s a fucking anal slut.” He pushes his fingers deeper, twisting them again. “Pushing that pretty ass back, begging for more with her body.”
