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“Andyouneed to get on your knees and kiss my feet.”

ChapterTwenty-Eight

Lance

Amelodic chime sounds over a hidden speaker system, and Percy rests a hand on my shoulder. “That means the masquerade has officially begun. It’s time.”

A motor whirs softly behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to see the curtains drawing open.

“Don’t I get a warmup or something? You guys changed everything.” I glance between them as I obey her order, stepping onto the dais and dropping to my knees before her.

“We adapted,” Gwen says. “And Percy and I thought we’d rather surprise you than give it all away before our scene tonight—preserve some of the spontaneity. But you are more than welcome to safe word out of anything you don’t like.”

I grin at her. “The hell I’m backing out now. I am at your mercy, my queen.”

Percy is at his post just behind and to one side of her throne. The other throne remains empty, and I can’t help but wonder who’s going to take that seat.

Percy’s gaze heats as he watches me. “You must follow her orders. She commanded you to kiss her feet.”

Goosebumps prickle my skin at the command, and my dick twitches in my pants. Then Gwen slides her hand over the end of her armrest and toggles a small switch I missed until now. The platform we’re on begins to rotate.

When the window comes into view, a throng of viewers are outside. I smile at them, then bend my head to do the queen’s bidding.

Her ankles are both adorned with wide gold bracelets that stand out against her dark skin. I lower my lips to the top of one foot, kissing down the instep to her big toe. Then I switch to the other, gliding my lips in a soft caress.

“Higher,” she says. “And you may use your hands.”

“You honor me,” I say, smiling up at her. I bend again, beginning above her ankle bracelets, kissing along the inside of her calf while I caress the other with my hand. The sheer fabric of her skirt parts up the center, either side falling away from her thighs. My attention flicks to her pussy poised over the open bottom of her throne. I’d love to be beneath it again, tongue buried deep, but I have a sense that tonight’s fun is going in a very different direction than last time.

“You might not feel that way when you learn how I intend to use you, my sweet knight,” she croons.

I work my way to her knees, which part to make room for me. “I am yours to use in any way you wish,” I say, pausing to look at her.

“You are such an obedient servant. For that, I will grant you a single taste.”

She lowers a hand to her pussy and spreads herself open. Her folds glisten with dewy wetness. I slide my hands up the outsides of her thighs as I lean in, determined to make the most of this.

My mouth is already watering, thanks to both my hunger and the prospect of havingsomethingto consume. I groan as my tongue meets her tangy flesh and sinks into her delicious wetness.

She sighs, resting her hand on top of my head and tilting her hips toward me the slightest bit. I know if we weren’t expected to draw this scene out for a full hour, she’d allow me to keep going, but she pushes me away after only a few seconds.

“I realized something last month,” she says, leaning forward to cup my cheek and drift a light caress over my cheekbone with her thumb. “Your mouth is too perfect not to share. So tonight, instead ofmechoosing a lucky supplicant to service me, I decided I’d allow you to choose one to service.”

She hits the switch to disable the rotation of the dais, then rises to her feet, stepping to one side of the second throne while Percy moves forward on the other side.

I blink up at her, shocked at this development. I look from her to Percy, then back to her.

“Is this really what you want?” I ask.

“Only if you agree, honey,” she says in a low voice. “You never have to do anything you don’t want to do here—remember that. But tonight, in this scene, you are my plaything, and I wanted to try something similar to my usual masquerade routine. Part of the fun, the excitement, was always in playing with a stranger. You are a skilled performer; I think you know this. And there is power in making a choice to bestow your gifts on someone new. But if you would rather not, we will play just the three of us.”

Her explanation makes sense, so I turn on my knees to face the crowd. Several women and a few men seem to lean closer to the window.

Adrenaline-fueled anticipation has my blood pumping. I don’t have to pick anyone if I don’t want to, but I admit I’m secretly turned on by the fact that Gwen has decided to share me with the club. She’s a generous woman, and tonight I’m nothing more than her toy, an extension of her need to assert control over her own life. It might have bothered me, except that in the last month I’ve spent with her and Percy, not once has she tried to control me. She’s been more kind and thoughtful and generous than I ever expected, to the point it’s not an understatement when I say I would do anything for her. Percy and I were prepared to commit murder for her, but it was only her tender heart that kept us from following through.

It feels right to pay it forward tonight, but it can’t be just anyone. I study the crowd, and in the second row, I see what I want—not just one person, but three: a woman and two men wearing light blue ribbons like I wore my first time here, and who look just as nervous as I felt. I’m willing to bet they’re new to the club, though they’re clearly here together.

All three are dressed up for the party. The woman’s dark waves frame her masked face, and she’s flanked on her right by a tall, broad-shouldered Black man and a more slender, blond white man on her left.

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