Page 40 of Forbidden Heroes

Fascinating.

My heart rate spikes, and I feel warm inside watching a man display his woman on a table like a feast. Her berry pink nipples jut skyward, and her beautiful porcelain skin looks divine. Two more men join in, and I look on as she spreads her legs for one man while another guides his massive cock to her lips, and her hand wraps around yet another. Each look like they are in pure bliss. She seems hungry to please and be pleasured.

I drag my attention away to a busty redheaded woman who looks model-worthy, her head dropped back and her mouth gaped open in pleasure. She is standing with padded ropes around her ankles and wrists, holding her body open. A man with glistening muscles sinks his long, rigid cock into her rear while another licks her pussy off. Beautiful nipple clamps dangle from her breasts, and I can’t look away. I don’t take to counting, but there must be a dozen participants with a new member coming in every so often.

All wear a mask of some sort and seem to live in only this moment.

Every little detail hits my radar, and I hunger to know that kind of freedom. Hot liquid pools between my thighs, and I can feel the material of my thong soak through. My breasts grow heavy as I struggle to decide who I want to watch more.

I hear a snick of a lock behind me but don’t turn around. One last instruction from the headmistress was to keep my back facing the door when my bidder entered per his instructions. But it’s not easy.

I’m still in shock at what I’m seeing, so when who I assume is my bidder speaks, I gasp. Honestly, anything above a whisper on my heightened senses right now is more than I can bear.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks in a wondering, low tone.

My eyes skip around, unable to focus on just one scene. Every moan, cry and sound of leather against skin has my nipples hardening and body flushing, my panties growing wet. If my mystery man were to touch me, he’d find me dripping with need.

“Do they know we’re watching?” I ask in a hushed, amazed tone.

“That is the point, yes.”

I shudder, feeling his nearness, my pussy clenching with need as the redhead takes a man between her legs.

I move to turn.

“No,” he states flatly in a tone that makes me stop to obey his husked command.

“Keep watching. Drink it all in. We have all night.”

A few seconds pass when I feel a kiss on the base of my neck right below my ear as his fingers gently trail the outline of my shoulders.

“Do you want to drop your robe for me? Show see how aroused you are. I can smell your juices and can imagine how wet those beautiful thighs must be.”

His voice is a deep, provocative rumble next to my ear. His body heat touches mine, and I shudder. The scent of his cologne teases my senses, and I take in a greedy lungful. He smells of winter nights by the fire and spices. Leather and lust.

I hold the ties of my robe between my fingers. “Do you want to know my name, first?” Not my real name but the one I was given for the evening’s activities. I hold back the nervous stammer, wanting to make me sound like the inexperienced college girl that I desperately want to shed.

“I already know your name.”

“Oh.” I guess that is true. “Then yours, sir.”

“No other name than yours is needed tonight, Lily.”

That told me everything I needed to know about how tonight would play out, and I was totally okay with that.

I drop my robe in a puddle of white at my feet and instantly feel the blazing trail of his gaze on my bare legs as he drags it up and over the naked globes of my ass.

He’s behind me in a couple of steps and I try to catch his reflection in the two-way mirror, but a black mask covers the little of what I can see.

I gasp when he slips a finger beneath the strip of my thong snugly buried between my ass cheeks and tugs with enough pressure to make me gasp.

I groan from the pressure against my throbbing clit and suck in another lungful of air, taking his scent right along with it.

Intoxicating.

Crackling leather catches my attention, and I pry my eyelids open to see a woman with luscious ebony skin stretched out on an X-frame, taking a light flogging across her breasts. Mine own ache and I can’t peel my eyes away from the completely erotic scene.

My mystery man steps away and I can feel cool air replaces the space he occupied at my back. Looking over my shoulder I see him shed his jacket.

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