“That’s it, fuck my hand.” Unashamed, I do, rocking forward and back, chasing the high of being watched.
I’m moaning, thrusting my hips. The sounds of the chains above me rattle as Arnie grips me hard, using his other hand to push against the plug.
“I... I need...” I trail off.
Delirious with lust, I want to ask for something I have never asked for before. My face flames with embarrassment. Arnie catches it and pulls his hands away from me. I make a pained sound at the loss of them on me.
I’m acutely aware of the sounds of moaning and fucking going on outside the window as Arnie comes back and starts pulling the plug out of my ass.
“You need what?” He growls in my ear as he replaces the plug with two fingers.
I tremble as the pleasure increases. Will he judge me if I tell him I want hands everywhere? That I want my mind to be quiet, too blissed out with my hole full, my mouth too as my cock is sucked or touched?
“I would never judge you,” Arnie whispers to me as he nudges my hole with his cock. In one thrust he’s inside me. I must have spoken those words out loud. Too turned on to filter myself.
My moans get louder as Arnie uses me. Outside, a sea of eyes watch, and I almost come just from that.
“Are you picturing them using you too?” Arnie pants into my neck before clamping his teeth onto my sensitive flesh andmarking me. I come as the pain blends with pleasure. Arnie returns to his brutal onslaught as he bruises my hips.
He stills, roaring as he comes inside me, his cock pulsing. I bask in the moment. Knowing this is real. That he wants me despite admitting to wanting others there, touching me in the same way he does.
He kisses my neck, then my spine. Eventually pulling out of me and releasing my hands. I grasp his arms, and he marches me to the window, still holding my hips from behind. Lifting his hand from my spent cock, he lifts them to my lips. I lap up my release as I’m watched, and my knees falter as they watch me with heat in their eyes.
“Let’s get you showered and dressed. You have leaves in your curls and dirt on your jaw. We can meet back at Euan’s for the after-party.”
“After party?” I ask as I follow him into the shower that’s in the bedroom's corner. The crowd now dispersed.
“Not the typical kind that you’re thinking of, but it’s a get-together for all the couples that took part. There’s food, drinks, and people sometimes stay. There’s no obligation to if you want to go home?”
Home, that sounded good, but....
“Let’s stay. I might say hi to Freddie if that’s okay?”
I bite my lower lip, hoping he says yes. He smiles in understanding. We take turns washing each other. As we kiss lazily and get ready to head back to the house, I wonder about how I got so lucky. I link my fingers with Arnie’s as we trek back through the woods. The pink-orange sky above us, the smell of the pine.... yeah, I’m in heaven. I sigh, content, and lean into him; he kisses my temple.
Chapter 33
Jamie
Warmth, laughter, and music fill the house. Guests smile as we enter, some saying hi and others sending salacious winks our way. Blushing a little, knowing that what we did got them off. A thrill runs through me at the power that allows me over them.
“Sure, you’re not a secret Dom?” a deep voice from behind me asks. Turning around with Arnie still on my arm, I laugh when I see it’s Euan.
“Ha, definitely not,” I say nervously, somehow my eyes are more interested in the herringbone floor the kitchen has fitted.
“I see the look in your boys’ eyes, Arnie. He is at least a switch,” he says to my boyfriend with a wink while sipping his wine.
I mean, he wouldn’t be wrong there. I have dominated A now a few times and enjoyed it, but I prefer being his sub. Maybe if I were dominating someone else…. wait, what?
I shake my head to rid the thoughts. It’s fine when Arnie and I are in the moment and it’s all dirty talk, but to think about doing something with another…. well actually, that is kinda hot.
My mind immediately goes to Freddie. The little brat would make the sexiest faces if I did to him what I do to cause pain to Arnie; I was sure of it. But Arnie might not be interested in sharing. I mean, what the hell is wrong with me?
I have a gorgeous boyfriend, great friends, and a steady job I enjoy. Why am I sabotaging it all by thinking dirty thoughts about my ex-professor's sub?
I look up to find Euan and Arnie in deep conversation about a new tattoo Euan’s doing for someone who’s apparently an enormous star. I look around the kitchen, finding a drink for us both and handing one to Arnie before sauntering off and leaving them to it.
As I’m circling back to the kitchen after giving myself a brief tour of the downstairs, I’m yanked into a closet under the stairs. A firm, warm grip around my wrist.
