Page 175 of Tempting All The Way

We’re sitting in the very same viewing room that we met in, watching a scene with a man and woman through the window. The man has that electric wand thingy and he’s rubbing it all over her body.

“She really likes that,” I observe.

“You’d love it. We’ll try it.”

“What? Now?” I ask him.

“I wasn’t thinking now. But if you want, I can take you into one of these rooms, let people watch us? We’d give them a much better show than this one,” he says.

“Oh my god, you’re serious.” I turn to him.

Am I really considering his proposal?

“Let’s go,” he says before pulling me to my feet and tugging me along behind him.

Butterflies swarm my stomach as I follow Alistair down a hall. He escorts me to a room, illuminated by dimmed redlighting, and quickly shuts the door behind me. “You know you don’t have to do this, Dani.”

“You don’t have to do this either, sir,” I reply.

Alistair chuckles. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to get you in here,” he says. “Come.” That one word sends shivers right down my spine. It’s a command I want to follow in more ways than one. Alistair leads me over to a wooden chair. “Sit,” he says in that authoritative tone of his.

“Yes, sir,” I reply, taking a seat.

“Reach your hands behind the chair,” he instructs.

I clasp my hands together behind me and watch as Alistair walks over to a bench in the far corner. He picks up a small black rope. Then his breath tickles the back of my neck as he wraps the rope around my wrists.

“See that window ahead of you. That’s where people are sitting. Watching. They’re all going to be watching, Dani,” he says.

His hands reach over my shoulder as he takes hold of my blouse and rips it open. Buttons fly everywhere. Alistair pulls the shredded fabric down my arms. My chest rises and falls faster while he undoes the front clasp on my bra. My breasts fall from the lace as he pushes the straps over my shoulders. Then he cups my breasts in his hands, his fingers pulling and tweaking at my nipples.

“Are you wet, Dani? Does it make your pussy weep knowing they’re all watching?” His voice is husky in my ear.

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Don’t move.” He kisses the top of my head, the tender gesture a contradiction to how out in the open I feel right now.

The overhead lights in the room come on. The window clears, and I can see them. The people who are watching me. There are three couples, all in little private booths of their own. They’re allstaring back at me. I’ve never felt more exposed in my life. More exhilarated. More alive. It’s not our audience who makes me feel this way though. It’s Alistair. The look in his eyes as he walks back over to me.

He holds up a silk cloth. “I’m going to blindfold you. I don’t want you seeing anyone who isn’t me when I make you come,” he says.

“It’s only you,” I tell him.

“So fucking perfect,” he says, covering my eyes. “You have no idea how good you look, bound and blindfolded for me right now.” He takes hold of my chin, and his lips connect with mine. “Mmmm, I think I need to taste more of you,” he groans before pulling away.

My hands struggle against my bindings. I want to reach out. I want to grab on to him and tug him back to me.

Chapter Eighteen

Iwalk over to the lights before dimming them again. I then press the button to black out the glass window. I have no intention of letting anyone else watch her come. I’ll let her think they are. It’s her fantasy after all. But that’s about as far as I’m willing to go with Dani. I’ve never had an issue with a little voyeurism before. And, to be honest, right up until I sawthe people in the viewing room gawking at my girl, I had every intention of letting them continue.

However, that’s all changed. I don’t want to share her with anyone. I won’t share her. I also would never deny her the pleasure of indulging in one of her kinks. Unless of course it involves a person who’s not me—that shit I’ll deny until I take my last breath.

Fuck, I need to focus. I can’t afford to lose my head with thoughts of forever. I need to slow down and focus on the present. And, right now, I have an almost-naked Dani, bound and waiting for me.

“Are you wet for me, little girl? Open your legs so I can see,” I order while kneeling in front of her. She opens her legs wide enough for me to see the wetness soaking through her panties. I run my finger up the middle of her slit. “So fucking wet. Does having all these people watching you make you wet?” I ask her.

“No. You do,” she says.

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