Page 22 of Royal Flush

“You? Dance?” I pointed my finger at him, lifting my eyebrows.

“I might fool you on several levels, little koala.” He pulled me into the heart of the action, the pulsing beat seeming even wilder than before. I was pushed out of my comfort zone almost instantly, but the music fueled me.

Within seconds, we were dancing as if we’d practiced a routine, the man’s intensity growing with every passing second. I was thrown by the way he was watching me, enjoying more than I could admit even to myself being the object of his desire. No man had ever looked at me with such intense hunger.

I allowed myself to let go more than I had before, tossing my hair back and forth as I spun around. When I moved closer to him, pressing my hands on his chest, it seemed natural.

He was also enjoying himself. That was obvious by how flared his nostrils were and how pointed his stare was. When I started teasing him, running my hands up and down his chest, shifting behind him as seductively as possible, the music hid any sound he might have made but I knew he was growling.

Just like the predator he was.

With every passing minute, our dance became more provocative, the wild pulse of the music becoming even more primal. Suddenly, a huge screen flashed a screen on one of the walls, as if we were preparing to watch a movie.

I was struck by the grittiness of the camera stills that shifted into more of an actual feature film. It took me a few seconds to realize what I was seeing.

A hunt.

Men were hunting a woman and while she was screaming, at least so it seemed, she was enjoying every moment of being chased. That was easy to tell. It was impossible not to become mesmerized by all of it, my heart racing as my pulse spun nearly out of control.

One of the men caught her, shackling her to a huge tree. Only then did Braxton take over full control, requiring me to dance as I’d done before with that in the background.

The guests were becoming crazed, as if they were primal beasts in the wild. The music kicked up in beats, even though I wasn’t entirely certain how that was possible.

Braxton was spinning me around, grinding his hips against mine in such a way I was hot and wet all over, my pussy throbbing. When I was allowed to face the screen again, I noticed the girl had been hoisted into the air, all the men taking turns or working together to feast on her pussy.

I could almost hear them, their tongues lapping at her swollen pussy lips.

Even though that was completely impossible.

The guests were fully aroused, clothing disappearing and it was perhaps the hottest thing I’d ever seen or experienced in my life.

I was in a state of heightened need, more so than anything I’d experienced before.

He finally cupped both sides of my face, pulling my attention directly to him. And the moment he captured my mouth, it was as if all time had stopped. It was also as if the entire room was spinning, not me. As he thrust his tongue inside, I wrapped my fingers around his wrists. I doubted I needed to hold him in place, but I didn’t want this to end.

What was happening here? How had this man managed to get under my skin?

The tribal beat continued, which matched the brutal thudding of my heart.

He was passionate and rough, gentle and unyielding and the combination was perhaps the most incredible thing I’d ever been through.

When he finally broke the moment of intimacy, he bit down on my lower lip, still holding me in position. There was no doubt he was a man who refused to take no for an answer, which I found way too attractive.

The moment shared between us became raw and impulsive and I found myself longing for more, as if I wanted him to control me.

To own me.

It was both freeing and disturbing, but I’d never had so much fun. I hadn’t realized he’d pushed me toward one of the walls until I felt the shackles bouncing against my shoulders. Without any hesitation, I grabbed both, using them as props as I continued dancing. He seemed pleased, using both hands to rub up and down my sides.

The gyrations were incredible, the pulsing sensations like bottle rockets pounding my system. I was so aroused my pussy was clenching and releasing and when he dared crawl the material of my dress up both thighs, the moment was hypnotic.

I was tingling all over, holding onto the chains as if for dear life. When I placed my wrists into the leather shackles, he flitted his eyes into mine, gauging my reaction. It was easy to nod as if I was an expert at knowing what I was doing.

Braxton gave me another look, still questioning but the hunger inside of him and his need to control me was becoming more prevalent. When he secured both my wrists, taking his time to do so, there was no fear, no sense of claustrophobia.

I was floating, now returning my attention to the primal vision on the screen. The men were fucking her like wild animals, their heated bodies calling me to never take my eyes off them.

It wasn’t until I realized I’d been hoisted into the air, much like the girl in the movie had been, that I shifted my gaze back to the gorgeous man.

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