Another chime sounded—one minute warning. My heart threatened to burst from my chest, my pulse thundering in my ears. Magnur reached me just as the third and final chime rang out. His hand cupped my face, tilting it up toward his as the curtain began to move.
"Last chance," he murmured, his eyes searching mine. "Say the word, and I close it again."
I glanced at the wall, now fully revealed. Our side was a mirror but I knew those on the other side saw window.
"Keep it open," I said, surprising myself with the steadiness in my voice. "Let them see what's theirs to witness but never to touch."
His answering smile was nothing short of demonic.
"They can see us now?" I whispered, though I already knew the answer.
"Every inch," Magnur confirmed, his voice a low growl that vibrated through me where his chest pressed against my back. "They can see, but not hear unless I allow it." His hands slid around my waist, pulling me more firmly against him. "They can't touch what's mine."
The possessiveness in his tone sent a shiver down my spine. His hands moved from my waist to my shoulders, turning me slowly until my back was to the window as his fingers found the thin straps of my burgundy silk dress.
"This was made for you," he said, his eyes tracking the path of his fingers as they traced the line of the strap down to where it met the bodice. "But now I think I prefer you wearing nothing at all."
He slid the straps down my shoulders. The silk whispered against my skin as it fell, pooling around my feet in a puddle of deep red. I hadn't worn anything underneath and now stood before him completely bare except for my heels.
The cool air of the room kissed my exposed skin, raising goosebumps along my arms and tightening my nipples into hard peaks. I resisted the urge to cover myself, knowing that behind me, our audience was getting their first glimpse of my naked body. The thought sent another rush of heat between my thighs.
"Beautiful," Magnur murmured. "Do you have any idea how perfect you are?"
Before I could respond, he was loosening his tie, the silk slid from around his neck with a soft hiss that made my pulse jump. He stepped behind me, his body heat enveloping me as his hands guided mine behind my back.
"Wrists together," he instructed, his voice warm against my ear.
I complied without hesitation.
"There," he said, satisfaction evident in his tone as he finished securing the knot. "Now you're truly on display."
With gentle press on my shoulders, he guided me down until I was kneeling on the plush carpet before him. He moved to stand directly in front of me, he unbuttoned his suit jacket and set it aside, then his shirt, revealing the expanse of his scarred torso inch by tantalizing inch. I'd seen him naked before, butsomething about this slow unveiling made my mouth water with anticipation.
When he reached for his belt, his eyes locked with mine. "I'm going to fuck this pretty mouth of yours while everyone watches," he said. "And you're going to sit here and take it, aren't you?"
I nodded eagerly, already parting my lips in invitation as he freed his cock from his pants.
He cupped my face with one large hand, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. "Open wider," he commanded.
I obeyed, tilting my head back to accommodate him as he pressed the head of his cock against my lips. He gave me only seconds to adjust before pushing forward, filling my mouth and making my eyes water. My bound hands clenched into fists behind my back, nails biting into my palms as I tried to relax my throat.
"That's it," he praised, one hand tangling in my hair to hold me steady. "Take all of me."
He started with shallow thrusts, allowing me to acclimatize to his size, but quickly established a rhythm that left me gasping for breath in the brief moments he pulled back. Tears streamed down my cheeks from the effort of taking him so deep, but the discomfort was secondary to the thrill coursing through me.
Through my tear-blurred vision, I could see the two way mirror, knowing people were watching sent a fresh wave of arousal through me so intense I could feel wetness coating my inner thighs. I moaned around him, the vibration making him groan and tighten his grip on my hair.
"Look at you," he rumbled. "Taking me so well. Putting on such a pretty show."
The praise made me work harder, hollowing my cheeks and using my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I wanted to be good for him, wanted our audience to see just how thoroughlyI belonged to him in this moment. Magnur's rhythm grew more demanding, his thrusts deeper and faster until I could barely breathe between them. Tears and saliva ran down my chin, my lips stretched wide around his girth.
He pulled out of my mouth with a satisfied groan, a string of saliva connecting us for one obscene moment before breaking. I gasped for air, my jaw aching, throat raw, but the look of approval on his face made the discomfort worth it.
"Such a good girl," he praised, his thumb wiping tears from my cheek with surprising tenderness. "Taking my cock so well with everyone watching."
He helped me to my feet. My legs felt unsteady, knees imprinted with the pattern of the carpet, hands still bound behind my back. He guided me backward until my calves hit the edge of the platform bed.
"Sit," he commanded softly.
