Page 22 of Luxe

A wave of emotions surged through me; a mixture of anger and confusion. The image of Roxy, alone in that room at the end of the hallway, filled me with dread. I knew the men and women inside would tear her apart without hesitation. A gnawing feeling tugged at my mind, wondering why she had even entered that room unless one of the members had lured her in.

Determined to protect my girlfriend, I stormed down the long hallway, not caring as I bumped into the bouncer’s solid frame in my haste. Bursting into the room, I came to an abrupt stop.

My eyes immediately landed on her figure. She was near the center of the crowded room, on her knees with her palms facing up as she gazed down at the floor. Her hair was intricately braided into two pigtails that fell over her shoulders, framing her delicate features. Her attire drove me wild - a little black sheer outfit that hugged her curves and accentuated every inch of her body. It was the first outfit I ever openly complimented when she wore it in Euphoria, and it still made my heart pound every time I saw her in it.

The crowded room pulsed with bodies writhing against each other, lost in the heat and rhythm of the music. Some were having sex, some were only dancing. Others were watching while getting themselves off.

I made my way toward her, navigating through the sea of mostly naked members until I was close enough to stoop and place my fingers under her chin. She met my gaze, and for a moment, it was as if no one else existed in that room.

“Why were your eyes to the floor?” I asked.

“I only look in your eyes, sir,” she replied, her voice void of any hint of amusement. The playful Roxy I had known was gone and replaced by a submissive who had been expertly trained.

With a small nod of approval, I extended my hand, and she placed her palm on mine. Her skin was soft and warm against my own, and I could feel the subtle tremble in her fingers. My grip tightened, a silent reassurance that I was pleased with her response.

With a gentle hand on her back, I steered her toward the familiar empty chair. She turned away, anticipating our usual routine, but I stopped her. Confusion furrowed her brow as she tilted her head, questioning me.

“For now,” I whispered with my lips pressed to her ear, “I want you to keep your eyes only on me.”

“Anything you want, sir,” she cooed. “I want to please you.”

As she straddled my lap on the armchair, her knees hugged my hips. Without hesitation, I reached for the back of her head and brought her lips to mine, igniting a fiery and passionate kiss. My other hand ventured between us, teasing and pinching at her nipples through the fabric of her shirt. With each touch, she let out a soft moan, pressing herself harder into me. Our bodies moved in sync as she ground against my already hardening shaft, sending waves of pleasure through me.

The room was full of music and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts of pleasure, and the occasional moan of discomfort. It all quickly faded into the background once again as she snaked her arms around my shoulders, digging her nails into the back of my neck. Reluctantly, I pulled away, and she looked back over her shoulder at the woman chained to one of the Saint Andrew’s crosses, who was screaming through her powerful orgasm.

“Look at me,” I commanded, my voice low and gravelly. Her eyes locked onto mine, her green irises darkening with a hunger that mirrored my own. “On your knees in front of me and take out my cock.”

She quirked a brow, before responding, “Yes, sir.” Backing off my lap, she kneeled between my legs, unfastened my belt and slacks, taking my cock out. Never breaking her gaze from mine, she stroked my hard shaft up and down. “I love how fucking hot you look sitting here with your huge dick out on display for everyone to see what’s mine, sir,” she commented with a mischievous smile.

“Suck it, baby girl,” I ordered. “Show them it belongs to only you.”

Never averting her gaze, she lowered her head, wrapping her lips around my tip. I let out a low groan. The sensation of her tongue dancing around my head, teasing, and licking, sent waves of insanity flowing through me. As she moved her head back andforth, taking me deeper into her mouth, my hands gripped the arms of the chair. My knuckles turned white as I fought to keep my composure.

“Deeper, baby,” I urged.

The feeling of her warm, wet mouth engulfing my dick, and the sight of her swaying hips while she did so, was a sight to behold. Watching her suck me while being aware the room was observing her made me insane. She gagged, her tongue danced around underneath my shaft. Her own moans grew louder, and her hair became disheveled as I ran my fingers through it, pulling her hard onto my cock. The sight of her eyes locked onto mine, intensified that moment.

“That’s it, baby,” I praised her. “Give them a show and make them jealous.” My gaze flickered to a woman next to us, her eyes fixated on Roxy’s mouth as she took a dick from behind. I quickly turned my attention back to my girlfriend. She was the only person in the room I gave a damn about, but I loved that everyone’s attention was drawn to her. It made me proud.

Suddenly, her magical tongue almost caused me to lose control again, and I squeezed her hair, yanking her off my cock. She let out a gasp. I heaved her onto my lap again, her legs on either side of mine, so she was straddling me once again.

I slipped my hand under her as she hovered her pussy above my lap. Stroking her slit up and down, I teased her dripping wet entrance. “Please, sir, can I have your perfect cock deep inside my little tight cunt?” She pouted.

I stroked her pussy harder, making sure I teased her clit with my knuckle. She held my shoulders, rocking her hips back and forth on my hand as she stared deep into my eyes. “Does my pussy drive you insane, sir?” she growled like a hungry vixen. “Do you want to fuck my pussy in front of these people and show them who I belong to, sir?”

“Fuck,” I exhaled, “you’re going to cum for me now?” I slid two fingers up inside her.

She nodded, letting out a loud moan while hissing, “Yesss, right there, sir, please finger fuck my cunt while they watch.”

“Good girl.” My fingers moved in and out of her, my thrusts becoming erratic. “Cum for me.”

As I watched her eyes roll back in ecstasy, I knew that this very moment was all she ever wanted. And so I gave it to her, all of it, and more. She sprayed my pants and though I’d have to change clothes before getting back to work, I didn’t give a shit. She was wild, and I loved every minute.

I lifted her off my lap and turned her around, putting her on her knees in the chair facing the wall. Ripping her thin thong off her body, I shoved them into my pocket and lifted her little dress. I wanted to show the room how perfectly pink and wet her pussy was. I pulled it open, displaying her for the members. Pushing her legs further apart, I slapped her ass, leaving a red mark that glowed brightly. The sound was loud enough to draw more attention to us. I gave her ass a hard smack on the other cheek before lining my cock up with her entrance.

“Look back at me, baby girl,” I ordered and slammed my cock deep and hard into her the minute she turned to look at me over her shoulder.

She let out a loud cry as I sank deep into her, hitting her cervix hard. The sounds we made filled the room, and her voice grew louder with every plunge of my cock. I slapped her ass cheeks each twice more.

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