Page 18 of Luxe

“You really enjoy watching them, don’t you?” he asked, his fingertips slowly tracing higher under my short, navy-blue satin skirt.

I brought my gaze back to him and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

A small smile tugged at his lips. “Good,” he murmured approvingly.

With a sharp tug on my thighs, he brought me forward, forcing me to grip onto his broad shoulders for support. In an instant, his rough hands were tangled in my hair, pulling it back and exposing my neck. My body strained against his touch, thrilling currents of pleasure pulsing through my body as I moaned.

A wicked grin spread across his face. “You know what I want from you, don’t you?”

I tried to nod, but found myself unable to move. “Yes, sir.” Even though we were hidden behind the special glass, the sight of the other members engaging in their own sex just inches away, combined with Nico’s dominating hold on me, only heightened the heat between my legs.

He released my hair and commanded, “On your knees, facing them.”

“Yes, sir.” Without hesitation, I shifted onto my knees on the middle cushion of the couch. My hands gripped onto the back of it for stability.

His fingers traced along my exposed skin before grasping my hips and lifting them into the air. He ground himself on me, teasing me with the pressure of his hardened cock against my core. Though every fiber of my being wanted him inside me, I remained obedient and waited.

He pulled my thin, red lace thong to the side, slipping two fingers inside my wet pussy. “This is what I want from you.”

“Please take it, sir,” I replied breathlessly, unable to resist the ache between my legs any longer. “My pussy aches so much for you.”

The unmistakable sound of his belt and zipper being undone behind me made my entire body tremble with desire. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, teasingly bouncing against my exposed skin. The wait for him to slam into me was almost unbearable. I needed to feel him and couldn’t get enough.

His fingers slid inside me once again, causing a low moan to escape my lips. But just as I was getting used to the feeling, he yanked them out and replaced them with his throbbing, pulsing cock. A sharp gasp erupted from me as he slammed into me, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. His grip on my hips tightened as he thrust into me with all his strength, each movement sending waves of pleasure through my body. My back arched against him as he fucked me hard, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm.

He moved one of his hands to my hair, entwining his fingers in a hold on me. Pulling my hair back, he ordered. “Look at everyone fucking beyond the glass.”

A tremor of excitement ran through me as I eagerly obeyed, my gaze fixed on the kinky scenes unfolding behind the glass walls of the room. “Yesss, sir.”

“Good girl,” he growled in approval, his grip on my hair tightening.

It was a life I never thought I would want, being under his control as his submissive. But now, within the walls of the club, I craved it... craving him. I wanted more than just the Dominant and submissive, more than just what we shared behind the Luxe walls. I wantedhim. I scolded myself for the feelings, trying tosuppress them, but they refused to be ignored... at least by my conscience.

Swallowing hard, I kept my eyes fixated on the members, while enthralled by the way he felt. With one hand on my hip and the other between my legs, he strummed at my clit. “You’re so fucking amazing. I hate waiting so long between seeing you.”

Me too, I thought, though I replied with a loud moan, “I wish I could please you every fucking day. I want to be your little cum slut anywhere you want me”. In that moment, I didn’t address him assir, but instead, pushed the boundaries of our game further by teasing him with my words as he continued to pound into me relentlessly. My gaze met his over my shoulder, a sly smirk spreading across my lips. “Can’t you just imagine fucking my little tight cunt in your bed at home every... single... night?”

A deep growl escaped his lips, followed by a guttural moan. “Don’t fucking do that,” he warned between gritted teeth.

“What?” I cooed through my breathless cries as he relentlessly pushed into me.

“You know what!” he snapped, his voice filled with frustration.

“But sir,” I panted, “don’t you want...me just for yourself...any time...you wish to have me?” The words came out in short gasps.

“Damnit!” he barked, abruptly pulling out of me and collapsing onto the couch beside me. I winced as my body adjusted to the sudden emptiness. I’d messed up, breaking the rules and taking him out of the intense scene we were in. I opened my mouth to apologize, but before any words could escape, he yanked me onto his lap and forced me to straddle him. My legs wrapped around his waist as he held my hips in place. “Ride me,” he commanded, his voice deep and demanding. “But keep your eyes on them.”

With one hand holding himself up and the other gripping my hip, he guided me down onto his throbbing cock. I moved my hips as I watched the members behind him again, my moans growing a little louder.

“Tell me what they’re doing while you fuck yourself with my cock.” He guided me in a figure eight.

“There are four on the bed in the middle right now. One of the… men is fucking another man from behind. The one in front is fucking a woman, but she’s laying…oh fuck… on her back, sucking the cock of another.”

“Mmm. He tugged me closer to him, his lips hovering next to my ear as he whispered, “What else, baby girl?”

“Another,” I moaned as he changed my pace, “couple are fucking against the wall on the other side of the room. He’s… oh shit, you feel so good… holding one of her legs… up and kissing her neck while… he fucks her.”

With a firm grasp on my hair, he pulled me closer to him and gently brushed his lips against mine. His touch sent warmth down my back, and I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his intense gaze. “Do you want me to fuck you in that room?”

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