Sweet Jesus.
A naked woman is strapped to an X-shaped structure, just like the one in the private room the other night. Both her wrists and ankles are secure, holding her to the structure.
“That’s a St. Andrew’s Cross,” my wolf explains.
Desire pours over me, thinking of why we’re here.
He seemed pleased that I liked to watch out in the main room, and that it turned me on. However, when he brought up the idea of him touching me, us doing the dirty things that I’ve been fantasizing non-stop about for days, in the open where people could see us, it was like it angered him. Made him possessive.
A sick thrill zaps through me, shooting straight to my core at the thought of him being so possessive of me.
“Can they see us?” I ask, my eyes riveted on the room and the scene beyond the glass. The woman bound to the cross is blindfolded, and the man lightly grazes his fingers over her skin.
“No,” my wolf says, leaning into my neck. The leather of his mask brushes over my skin. “They like to be watched and know someone is watching them right now. I brought us into this room because you seem to enjoy watching.”
“You…” I gasp as his hand falls on my leg, exposed by the high slit in my dress. “You don’t want anyone to watch us, though.”
“Correct.” His hand tracks higher. “No one gets to see what’s underneath this dress. No one gets to see the pleasure etched on your face as you come.”
“What if that’s what I wanted?” I test, and his hand stills. “Is that a hard limit for you?”
His entire body has stiffened. The first time we were together, he told me his only hard limit was kissing.
I continue to watch the scene play out in the other room; the man is now fingering the woman and teasing her breast, and she has a look mixed with both pleasure and frustration.
Which I can entirely relate to at the moment because I’m so needy. I love the feel of my wolf’s hand on my thigh, but I want more. So much more.
“Is that what you want?” he growls. “To have an audience while I fuck you?” He sounds angry again, but like he’s trying to control it.
I bite my lip and finally turn to look at him. “No,” I whisper. “I’m just trying to figure this out.”
He leans his masked forehead against mine. “Don’t think; just go with how you feel and what you want.” He pulls back, looking into my eyes, and the sense of familiarity hits me again. He’s staring right into my soul, I’m sure of it. “And if it’s to fuck out in public, with everyone watching, then we’ll do that.”
“But it’s a limit for you.” I’m not sure why I’m even pushing the matter because I don’t want that. “You shouldn’t do what isn’t comfortable for you or what you don’t want.”
He trails his finger between my breasts, in the valley between them, but not touching them. Tortured pleasure fills me, and I fight to stay still and not take his hand and put it where I want it.
“I’ll do anything you want if it means I’m with you, siren.”
Suddenly, the woman’s cries fill the room, as if the speaker was turned up loud. My eyes shift to the couple beyond the glass. Finding their pleasure, together, just the two of them, but knowing someone is watching.
“I want only you,” I say honestly. “Just you and me.”
His strong body eases, and he trails his finger down between my breasts again. “Lie back, siren, and watch them.”
My pulse accelerates. “And then what?”
“And then I’m going to eat your delicious, dripping cunt.”
Chapter 21
Leeva
Amixofwildanticipation, lust, and panic fills me. The anticipation and lust are obvious; the panic is because, for him to do what he said, he’ll need to remove his mask.
Do I want to see his face? Know who he is?
What if he wants me to remove mine?
