Page 32 of Free

“What the hell is this? Since when do you take a woman?”

“Since now. She comes, it’ll be for me,” he says in a tone that sounds more like a warning than anything else. Jamie pulls some kind of face before nodding his head.

“Okay. Keep her by your side, then.” Free nods his head and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me to his side, where I gladly go. Keeping me tucked close, he walks us through the room when I spot someone.

“Is that the mayor?”

“It is. I told you all kinds of people come here. Mostly the elite.”

“Then why are we here?” He chuckles.

“You don’t think I’m elite enough?” he asks with a smile on his face. I know he’s messing with me.

“You don’t really fit in.” All these guys are wearing suits and ties but not Free. He’s casual and calm.

“I never do. I don’t come here often either. Just when a girl would prefer this over goin’ home.”

“Who wouldn’t prefer this?” I ask him. I see his jaw tick once more before he nods his head, agreeing with me.

We sit back in the corner of the room, drinking champagne and talking. Free is very good at conversation once you get him going. He’s actually a fun guy to be around.

The more I drink, the happier I get. That’s when Jamie steps into the center of the room to make an announcement.

“I’m glad you could all attend tonight. It’s good to see so many of you here. It’s been a while since we’ve had a party of this size. I’m happy to say my baby brother came through with the items you wanted. They are at your disposal. Please, drink and have a good time.” There are cheers around the room as I glance over at Free.

“What’s he talking about?”

“The drugs. There’s enough for every woman at this party,” he says, looking over at me with lust-filled eyes. He wants me to take the drugs again? Here? Tonight? I open my mouth, but words won’t form. I knew what I was at the clubhouse to do, but here? With so many other people?

“I …”

“Don’t have to use them.”

“What?”

“You don’t have to use them tonight if you don’t want to. I’m not gonna force you to. Not here,” he tells me. My heart skips a beat at his words. He isn’t going to force me to take them tonight. I look around and see the other girls drinking from the vials shamelessly as Free, and I remain in our corner.

The man comes around to offer me a vial, and I shake my head. He looks to Free for confirmation, and he does the same, shaking his head.

The man walks away as I watch the scene unfold in front of me. They don’t go to rooms. They don’t go out of sight from everyone. Instead, they start pulling off clothing in front of everyone.

“All these girls work here?” I ask Free.

“Yeah. They do. Come here,” he says. I scoot closer, but he shakes his head and pats his lap. I stand and move to sit on his lap, a little timid about all of this. His hand clamps around my waist as his lips land on my neck. This is getting him hard. Watching them like this.

“You like to watch?” I ask him.

“Don’t you?”

“I’ve never watched anyone before,” I admit to him.

“Then this is your first time.” His hand stays around my waist as his lips find my neck once more. Soft, slow kisses pepper down my neck to my shoulder, where he bites gently. I squirm in his lap and feel his cock harden beneath me. At first, I thought it was for the other girls in the room, but then I notice him staring at the side of my face. He reaches up and brushes my hair over my shoulder before diving back in. His lips are soft against my flesh, and I find myself moaning from his touch.

I keep my eyes scanning the room, watching as some still undress while others are already fucking. They have no shame. They are empowered, just the way I was when I had the drugs. I feel Free’s hand slide to my knee before he slowly tugs my dress up to my thighs. I shouldn’t let him do this. I shouldn’t let him touch me in front of so many people, but I can’t stop him, and I don’t know if I want to. His touch feels too damn good.

His hand comes in contact with my skin, and I shiver from the touch. He slowly drags his fingers up under my dress to my panties, which are already damp. He growls low in his throat before standing me to my feet and pulling them down. I step out of them, and he quickly picks them up and stuffs them in his pocket before undoing his jeans.

“Pull my cock out, Addison.” It’s an order, and I take it as such. I reach for his jeans and help him move them down his hips and over his thighs before grabbing his cock in my hand. He groans, and so do I. “You gonna fuck me? Right here in front of everyone?” he asks me. I don’t know the right answer to that question. I don’t know if I should say yes or no. Should I be embarrassed that I’m about to fuck him in front of so many people?

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