Page 152 of Filthy Rich Santas

And I think I want him to do it while the entire club watches.

Having sex in front of strangers isn’t something I ever thought I’d be into, but with every word the three of them said about what it would be like to let other people see me, my arousal spiked even higher.

No one here will recognize me. I feel safe, and the blissful security of the ropes Tristan bound me in is only one small part of that. But more than that, I realize that I want to share this moment publicly. I love the idea of people seeing these three amazing men fuck me.

Somehow, it feels like that will take it beyond just fucking. Beyond kink, even. It will help imprint this moment like a photograph and make it feel even more real. It will turn it into something that can never be taken away from me. Something I can come back to, again and again, even after it’s over.

“What do you say, little menace?” Beckett asks, his eyes burning into me and his cock hard again.

My mouth waters as I stare at it, but he asked me a question, so I drag my eyes up to meet his and get a heated smile that makes me moan.

Ryder is looking at me just as intensely, the burning need in his eyes lighting me up inside, and the way Tristan is filling me up, gripping my hips and grinding against me, makes it hard to think.

But I don’t really have to. He said it earlier, all I have to feel.

And right now, I feel sexy. Desirable. Bold.

All my self-consciousness is gone. Tristan said my body was perfect for his ropes, and I feel that too. I’m exactly where I want to be, and so turned on that there’s absolutely no room left for doubt or shyness.

I lick my lips, then submit completely to my true desires.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I want everyone to see this. Open it.”

Tristan groans behind me, pulling out and sliding into me so slowly it’s almost torture. Torture of the very best kind.

“So fucking hot,” Beckett grunts as Ryder does something to the wall that turns it clear, just like they said.

The change is so abrupt that I gasp, reality hitting me like a jolt of adrenaline as our privacy disappears and I see the mass of kinky club goers just on the other side of the wall.

And then a few of them start to notice the change, turning more fully to face us. Looking at us. Looking atme.

“Oh fuck, love, look at them watching you,” Ryder says with a low groan. “So fucking hot.”

Tristan makes a hot, hungry sound of agreement as he slips his fingers under some of the ropes for leverage and starts to fuck me harder.

“Oh god,” I gasp, even more aware of how completely restrained I am. I can’t escape this. I can’t do anything but take it.

Take it and let them all watch.

It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt, as if I haven’t just submitted to these men, but I’ve surrendered all my inhibitions too.

A tall man covered in tattoos pulls his submissive in front of him, her back to his chest as they both watch me. He reaches around her, pinching her nipples through the thin black lace halter top she’s wearing. The Dom next to them pushes a woman dressed in nothing but a pair of heels down to her knees and feeds her his dick, his gaze locked on me.

“Look what you’re fucking doing to them,” Beckett growls. “They want you, little menace, but they can’t have you. You belong to us. Look at them watching you. Every fucking one of them is jealous of Tristan right now. Every man out there is imagining sliding into that sweet, wet pussy of yours. Wondering what you taste like. What it feels like to have your soft lips wrapped around his cock. Imagining those gorgeous fucking eyes of yours staring up at him while you moan with his cum sliding down your throat. You’re a goddamn fantasy, you dirty little menace. But tonight, you’re all ours.”

I moan, his wonderfully filthy words doing things to me that ramp every sensation up even higher.

“Oh fuck, you like that, don’t you, love?” Ryder groans.

“Yes,” I gasp as Tristan’s thrusts quicken, the sound of our bodies slapping together loud in the otherwise quiet room.

Ryder and Beckett stroke themselves as they watch us, and I’m shocked by how turned on the knowledge of their pleasure makes me. Theirs, and everyone out there who’s watching. The weight of all those strangers’ gazes on me is like a thousand caresses to my inflamed skin. It’s a sensual freedom I’ve never known before, and it has me feeling completely uninhibited, almost like I’m flying.

“How does it feel?” Ryder’s eyes burn into me. “How does it feel to be so fucking wanted?”

Pleasure ripples through me, like the slow build of another orgasm, even though I’m not sure I actually have another one in me.

“It feels—God, it’s incredible,” I pant.

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