Even though dominance was what she sought, this was her body, and whether she wanted someone else to see it was up to her.
“Only if you fuck me harder than the last time you were inside me.”
“I will blow your back out if I go any harder.”
I never felt the movement of her hand, but her nails were suddenly piercing my abdomen.
“Give that to me … I want it.”
I nodded toward the hallway behind me, waiting for the dude in black to acknowledge. When I got his signal, I commanded, “Come with me,” and grabbed her hand to help her off the chair.
Once she was on her feet, I held her lower back and took her down a different hallway from our previous time here. This entire section of Lush was designed for voyeurism. Inside each playroom, along one of the walls, was a double-sided mirror. Similar to a police station where the interrogated could be viewed by anyone on the other side of the glass, this separate space had its own door. When Sophie and I found a vacant room, we entered, and as soon as the man in black went through the door beside ours, I locked us in.
With him behind the glass, watching, I moved in behind her, lowering the zipper of her dress and slipping the straps off her shoulders.
“Not wasting any time, I see.”
“All I can think about is tasting you.” I slapped her ass.
Since she wore no bra, the dress fell to her waist, and I relocated to the front of her to take in this new view, helping move the fabric over her hips until it hit the floor.
Whether in clothes or naked, she had the most flawless body. One that I could spend the remainder of my life staring at.
“How does it feel to know I’m not the only one looking at you right now?” I glanced toward the mirror, which only showed our reflection.
“Riveting.” She bit her lip. “Does that make you jealous?”
“You mean that someone else is gazing at you besides me?” When she nodded, I voiced, “In here, fuck no.” Out there,beyond these walls, that was a different story. “Do you want him jerking off while he watches?”
He couldn’t hear us, as there was no microphone, but that wasn’t to say he couldn’t read lips.
She slowly nodded. “I want him to come when I do.”
I took another peek toward the glass and mouthed,She wants you to come with her.
The only piece of clothing left was a thong. I didn’t peel it off her. I tore the sides of the lace, shredding the fabric until it was bunched in my hand.
“Have you been dreaming about doing that?”
I held her chin. “You want me to dream about you, don’t you?”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“But that’s the answer I’m giving you.”
She kept on her heels while I brought her to the tantra chair—my preferred piece of furniture because it allowed for so many positions and soft padding to handle flips and turns. I held her fingers while she lay on her back across it, and I led that hand, along with the other, above her head, until her arms were fully extended.
“Don’t move.” I glided my belt out of the loops and quickly wove the leather around her wrists, firming the notch in place. I then came around to the side of the chair and ran the lace thong under her nose. “Did you get wet when I approached you in the bar?”
She licked her bottom lip. “Yes.”
“You like having the enemy within sight, knowing what he’s capable of doing to your pussy.” I brushed the thong across her lips. “How wet?”
She nuzzled her cheek against the inside of her arm. “Go see for yourself.”
“I was thinking of tying your legs together.”
Her brows rose. “How will you fuck me, then?”
