Page 113 of When Hearts Surrender

My little muse is curious, just as I thought.

Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, “This is The Lilith, the voyeur and exhibition room on the Rose floors. I used to come here once or twice a year because I could watch and indulge without the pressures of people wanting more from me. Follow me. We won’t be spending our time out here tonight.”

There’s no way I’m letting anyone witness my Belle in the throes of an orgasm. That sight is for me alone.

Pulling her behind me, I lead her down a long corridor. Her breathing quickens as we pass by windows displaying occupants in various stages of sex. There are two men kissing each other on a bed in one room, followed by a masked woman writhing on a sofa with two men railing her from behind and another man stuffing his cock into her mouth.

“Oh wow,” Belle whispers as she pauses by the window with the three men and the woman. She presses her thighs together.

Stepping behind her, I curl my arms around her waist and plaster her to my front so she can feel how hard I am for her right now.

“You see,” I rasp before biting her ear, “I seem to recall my wife likes to watch and gets turned on at the idea of being watched.”

“I never said that,” she moans, her eyes fluttering shut, her hips moving in a sultry motion, rubbing against my aching hard on.

“Remember how you watched me in the shower, you naughty girl? How wet you got, how you couldn’t wait for me to make you mine even though you hated me?”

I slide my hand down her dress, inching it up until I expose her lace panties. My fingers swipe the tiny scrap of cloth.

Fuck. She’s so wet right now. My cock pulses, and I thrust into her backside and groan.

“And when I made love to you against the windows, remember that?” My voice is rough as we move in unison, two people twisting their bodies against each other in a lurid dance.

“Maxwell,” she gasps when I find her clit over her underwear and give it a pinch. “Fuck me.”

My control is taut, my restraint about to snap, and with a growl, I carry her in my arms as I stride past the other displays and into the room I usually go in on the rare occasion I visit.

I toss Belle onto the king-sized bed, watching her tits bounce, her cleavage indecent from the wide neckline.

She’s panting heavily, her face flushed, and she licks her plump bottom lip.

The fucking tease.

I yank off my tie, then my suit jacket and shirt, watching her eyes widen with appreciation as her gaze trails over my body.

My belt comes off next, the loud whipping sound echoing in the room and she flinches, but instead of fear in her eyes, I only see lust and intense affection.

I hit a button by the door and the shades over the wall of glass lift, revealing two couples on the other side—exhibitionists randomly chosen since I didn’t state my preferences ahead of time. Belle gasps as her attention shifts to the scene behind me.

A tattooed man is making his way down a brunette’s body, kissing and fondling her as she whimpers on the bed. On the sofa is a couple already in the throes of fucking, the woman bouncing on the man like he’s her personal bull at a rodeo, her cries loud in the room.

These couples don’t interest me as much as watching my little muse turn redder, her legs rubbing against each other as she squirms on the bed. Her hand travels between her legs.

“Don’t you dare touch that pussy,” I command, and her eyes snap to mine. She freezes and shivers. My little muse is so turned on right now. “You don’t get to do anything tonight other than feel and watch.”

Slowly, I take off my pants and underwear, my cock bobbing up and curling against my stomach, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. I give it a few hard tugs, my balls twitching with the need to come inside my wife.

She wets her lips and widens her legs, letting me see her soaked panties.

Grabbing her legs, I yank her to the edge of the bed as I bunch her dress up around her waist, too far gone to spend the extra seconds to take it off. I rip off the scanty lace and she flinches from the burn, but before she can say anything, I dive and taste those beautiful lips down there, already wet with her sweetness.

“Maxwell!” she cries. She arches up, her body trying to move away from my onslaught, but I hold her tightly as I swipe my tongue through her folds.

She tastes like honey and nectar, sweetness and sunshine. I can’t get enough. “Let’s see if I can make you cry louder than the people in the room.”

I seal my lips over her swollen clit and suck, my tongue flicking it in quick circles as I insert a finger, then two into her tight entrance, groaning when I feel her clench around me.

“Maxwell, please, p-please, oh fuck,” Belle mewls, her legs clamping my head in a vise as she undulates on my face.

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