Page 97 of My Pucking Crush

I watch for recognition in people’s eyes. But with the mask, I’m not too concerned. The few tattoos I have aren’t usually on display in any kind of public way. I don’t pose for magazines, and I don’t make thirst trap videos on social media.

Luca leads me past curved sofas, some with naked bodies openly going at it. Males on females. Males on males. Two males and one female. Two females taking turns sucking a man’s dick. Two men double penetrating a woman. The view and the sounds are getting me hot.

I have no idea what Luca plans for me, how he wants to show me the rough side of his lust.

We stop near a row of people, and when I get a closer look, my breath leaves my lungs. Their hands are tied up and over their heads bound by a ropehanging from the ceiling.

Luca gives a code to a bouncer standing by, monitoring the rope play. He must have reserved this spot. At least it means there’s a measure of safety. Now that I see what the club’s bouncers dress like, I glance around and see several men dressed just like him. This place is secure.

That relaxes me. Until a rope loop gets tightened around my wrists and my hands are hoisted above my head.

Shit.

The first thing I notice is, the rope is insanely comfortable against my skin. It’s not coarse, but there will be a mark on my skin. That excites me.

The music blurs in the background. There’s no DJ, but instrumental fuck music pumps from speakers on the walls. The music and every other sound around me fall away when the rope powered by a hydraulic lift yanks my hands taut. But my feet stay planted on the square metal platform.

Luca bends one knee to get eye level with my dick. His hot breath fans against my stomach. Warm hands grip my waist, then fumble for my zipper. Luca roughly yanks down my pants, leaving them around my ankles.

I should feel embarrassed, but fuck, it’s wonderfully erotic.

My eyes scan the room again, the crowd this time. A few people watch us with curious, lustful looks.

A whack on my ass steals my focus. “Eyes on me,” Luca commands.

“Yes, sir,” I answer, licking my lips.

“Whose ass is this?” He grips my cheeks.

Fuck, it’s yours. All yours.

These words come to mind, and while no one knows who I am, I don’t want to look so yielding. “Why don’tyou put that smart mouth to work on my cock and you’ll find out.”

Luca’s right eyebrow raises in surprise.

“You heard me. Suck my cock already, you bastard.” I sound tough, my gruff warrior-on-ice voice coming through.

Like a predator toying with his prey, Luca circles me. When he’s behind me, he splays my ass cheeks even wider.

A rush of shame hits me, and I kick my legs out. “Stop. No.”

Luca gets in front of me, kissing my stomach. “No isn’t a word that makes me stop. Not here. Your safeword is Crush.”

My stress level immediately lowers. “Okay. But what are you going to do to me?”

“I’m doing anything I want to you. And you’re going to trust me not to hurt you.”

After I nod, he kisses every inch of my torso, until he’s behind me again.

He peppers kisses on my ass, eventually finding my hole with his tongue. The tip spears my anal ring, the wet probing making me see stars.

“Christ, that feels so good,” I utter.

“Wait,” Luca growls.

Something cool hits my hole and I think it’s for his fingers.

No, it’s a... A steel anal plug.

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