Page 27 of Such A Bad Girl

“You ready?” I asked.

“Ready.”

Passing over the threshold, we let the heavy wooden door fall closed behind us. The darkness of the temple blanketed us. The usual hushed silence fell over the space. Flickering orange flames from the heavy torches lit our way down the long hallway, leading to the great room of the temple.

A round, caged bed was prominently displayed in the middle of the dimly lit, oval-shaped room. Our guests had already arrived, mingling slowly around the space. A few of them stood around and watched the two men on the bed who’d already begun making out.

We made sure to evenly divide the guest list between men and women, but once invited, they were free to engage with each other in whatever way they wished.

Naked and masked, the two men were tangled up together, their sculpted bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. Surrounding them, three women stood at the edge of the bed, lightly running their fingers over the men’s bare skin as they made out. Bathed in the amber glow of the flames dancing off the walls, the image was like something out of a cinematic masterpiece. Sensual and provocative and arousing, displaying the mysteries of exploring the human body.

I stood back.

Watching. Worshiping.

My cock twitched with desire under my robe.

One of the women picked up a soft leather whip from the nearby table. She lightly slapped it against the nearest man’s ass. He jumped, startled at first, but when she slapped him again, he moaned, pushing his ass up in the air in a silent plea for more.

Rian had been watching beside me, but after a moment, he moved forward, his cock hard and heavy in his hand. He approached a woman outside of the cage, gently caressing her arm in greeting. She nodded and flashed him an inviting smile, her eyes peeking out from behind the glittery mask she wore over them.

That was the only sign he needed. He gripped her hand and confidently led her over to the wall of restraints. After a short conversation, she leaned against the wall, enthusiastically raising her hands over her head as Rian secured her to it with the wrist restraints. He did the same thing to her feet.

Within seconds Rian had her writhing against the wall while he flicked a cat o’nine tails over her breasts, slowly teasing her as he slid the leather down her belly, snapping it and flicking it playfully along her soft bits as he went along.

I couldn’t help but smile. Rian came alive in the temple. We all did. The look in his eyes told me he was finally relaxed and at home in his skin. He was still gruff and rugged, but the temple gave him a space to blow off the steam inside him that usually seemed ready to blow at any moment.

Personally, I got just as much pleasure from watching everyone as I did from participating. Today was no exception. I leaned against the wall, casually rubbing my cock as I took in the beautiful darkness unfolding in front of me. The snaps of leather meeting flesh echoed through the air, mixing with the sound of moans and lusty cries of pleasure from our guests.

My eyes raked over the room, trailing over the gorgeous bodies of the dozen or so club members, each in various forms of undress. Rian and I were responsible for who was invited to our private sessions, but we didn’t always share who we invited with each other.

I saw a familiar pair of legs walking through the darkness, and my cock twitched. Mae was here.

She was masked, as always. And tonight, my own hood was firmly in place.

She glanced my way, but walked right past me, heading straight towards a pair of men chatting in the corner. My heart sped up as she approached them with a warm smile and boldly grabbed them between their legs.

I took a deep breath as first one, then the other, kissed her deeply. The urge to intervene was strong, but I waited.

I watched helplessly as Mae made out with these two men and moved closer.

She reminded me so much of Everleigh that a wave of jealousy washed over me. It was ridiculous, but undeniable.

I forced myself not to look away, a low growl vibrating through my chest. I watched with disdain as one man’s hands ran over the curve of her hip. I knew the feel of her velvety flesh sliding under my fingertips and I imagined that was my hand. When the other man’s tongue dove deep in her mouth, I almost cried out in anguish.

When her grip tightened on his cock, he moaned into her mouth. She pulled her lips away, a sensual laugh escaping from her perfect lips. She’d been so quiet when we were together and her laughter tweaked something deep inside of me, leaving a nagging feeling that I couldn’t shake.

The man bent down, his mouth engulfing her rosy nipple. She threw her head back in ecstasy as she cradled his head, pulling him in closer to her breast. The other man sank to his knees, his mouth inches from her pussy.

I watched with my teeth clenched. That was my pussy. That was my job.

No.

No fucking more.

I pushed forward without thinking, closing the distance between us in seconds. I gripped Mae’s arm and pulled her away.

She yelped. Bewildered and confused, her eyes widened at the sight of my hand on her arm. As I kept pulling her away, she shook her head then looked up at my face.

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