Madison looks down, like she’s embarrassed.
“What do you think, bella?”Damiano nuzzles her neck again.He must bite her, because she flinches.He pulls back to ask, “Do you want more pain in your spankings?Should we restrain you?”
“I—I don’t know.”Her breathing is faster now than it was a few minutes ago.“I don’t think so.But I like watching.”
I reward her by moving my hand farther up her leg.She’s warmer here, her thighs pushed together.“Spread a little more for me, Miss M.”
“Yes, Sir.”She pulls her legs apart.
Now my fingertips can trace over her mound, hot and damp through her panties.I want to lift her up and into my lap.I want to fuck her so hard and so good, she’ll forget everything troubling her about my stupid dumbfuck brother who apparently didn’t know how good he had it.The fucking idiot was married to a goddess and he still had the urge to step out?
“Watch the show,” I tell her.“We’ll make you feel good.And if there’s anything you want, little girl, you let us know.All you have to do is ask.”
She nods, then gasps as I slide the crotch of her panties aside and stroke her bare pussy.
“Oh yes, you’re nice and wet,” I croon in her ear.“Feel how good that is, Miss M, so slippery and hot.”
She grips my forearm, not to direct my movements, I don’t think, but to stay grounded.
Damiano grasps her other leg and pulls it toward him, spreading her even more.It allows me to move my hand up and plunge a finger inside her.
“Yes,” she gasps.
“More?”I ask.“Do you want to come right here in front of everyone in this club?”
“Please.”She nudges her hips forward.“Yes, please, Sirs.I want to come.”
I stroke her skin, then plunge two fingers into her wet heat.She stretches and squeezes, accommodating the thickness of my fingers, making me wish I was using my cock instead of my hand.
It doesn’t take long before Madison is shaking, her cunt rhythmically squeezing me and tensing with her orgasm.Damiano leans over and kisses her just as she comes, his lips muffling the sounds of her ecstasy.
Madison trembles with aftershocks, her eyes wide while she watches me lick her arousal from my fingers.Beyond our little booth, the other Low Vice patrons don’t seem to have paid us much attention, although one woman, sitting alone, eyes us curiously.When a man approaches her, I turn back to Madison.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good.”She grins at me, then Damiano.“That was amazing.”
The words are the right words, but something about her tone sounds off.Damiano picks up on it as well, briefly meeting my eyes before turning back to Madison.
“Do you want to stay longer, or go home?”His voice is laced with concern.
When she hesitates, I realize she’s worried about disappointing us.“Home,” I say.“It’s all right, Madison.You came out with us, we had fun.That’s all we asked of you.”
She nods.“I’m sorry.”
“There is no need to apologize, bella.”Damiano kisses her cheek before standing to help her up from her seat.“As Seth said, you’ve done everything we hoped for.We only wanted to see you, even for a brief while.”
After some quick goodbyes to Betty at the bar, we drive Madison home.We walk her to the front door.Madison unlocks it, then hurries inside to disengage the alarm system.Damiano and I follow her in.I already know that we won’t be spending the night.Madison’s demeanor isn’t standoffish, but she also doesn’t seem to be welcoming, either.
Still, we need to check out the house.
Everything looks to be in place.The living room is tidy, the windows closed.Damiano nods at me after he gives the kitchen a once-over.
“I take it you’d like to spend the night alone,” I say when Madison returns from the security panel.
“If you don’t mind?”Her mouth twists in a regretful smile.“I had fun tonight, it’s just…I don’t know.I’m still kind of messed up.”
“What can we do?”Damiano looks like he’s ready to dig up my brother’s grave, bring Kyle back to life, and kill him again.And while I’d give anything to have my brother back, I might be tempted to help Damiano after seeing how unhappy Madison is.
