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How could I refuse?

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

(Charlotte)

I waited for him, my titssliding in the shockingly cold and deep frosting. There was no cakebeneath, but something sturdy, which was I was grateful for.Otherwise, I might slide and end up on the floor.

It was a risk, I knew.Maybe I wouldn’t be able to follow through. But my horninessbolstered my courage as he slowly made his way down the stairs andthe crowd eagerly closed in around us.

He stepped up behind me,his hands moving between us to open his zipper. “Are you sure aboutthis?”

No, not at all. Which was what made itso thrilling.

He snapped his fingers, anda staff member appeared at his elbow.

“Lube,” Matt commanded.“And a condom.”

“No condom,” I practicallybegged him. I knew anal was supposed to be easier with one, but Ididn’t care. “I want you to come inside.”

I could have sworn he actuallygrowled.

I pressed my forehead against the cake,not caring that I was smearing frosting everywhere. Not caringabout anything but the fact that probably two hundred strangerswere about to watch me get fucked in the ass in a birthdaycake.

It had never been one of myfantasies until that very moment, and then it was the only thingI’d ever wanted so bad.

Matt worked the plug out ofme slowly, with that same twisting and pushing motion, until thewidest bit easily slipped free and the rest of the toy followed.Someone had arrived with the lube, and, again, it felt as thoughhe’d emptied the bottle between my cheeks. Something plastictouched me, entered me, and I felt the cold gush of more lubeinside me. It was a strange feeling, one that made me squirm againand again as it repeated.

I looked over my shoulderagain to see that it wasn’t Matt administering the syringes oflube, but the male staff member he’d first flagged down. Anotherman was working at lubing up Matt’s cock, pouring more and moreinto his hands, gliding it over him from tip to base, wetting thefront of Matt’s trousers.

He was going to stay fullydressed for the whole thing.

Fuck, that was hot.

“Friends and esteemedguests,” he said, raising his voice to command their attention. “Mylovely companion for the evening has offered to give me a giftshe’s never given me before.”

There were a few laughs.

“And she wants you all tosee,” he went on. “But I don’t want to be the only one enjoyingthis. My date loves to be watched. She likes to put on a show. AndI’m sure she would love it if you would display your appreciationthrough voyeuristic masturbation.”

The crowd cheered, and Ipractically came right then.

He was absolutely correct.I didn’t want them to watch. I wanted them to get off watching. Iwanted them focused on me, on my naked body smeared with frosting,on the lube running down the backs of my thighs, on Matt’s cockspearing into my ass and my reaction to that. Their enthusiasmpushed my desire higher, until I was barely hanging on, barelystopping myself from pleading with him to hurry up and fuckme.

Matt’s pant legs brushedagainst my naked thighs. He’d taken his jacket off; I felt thewarmth of his body through his shirt as he leaned down to whisperin my ear, “Are you sure?”

I nodded and said,“Yes.”

“You only need to say ‘red’to stop me, all right?” he went on, a note of apprehension in hisvoice. “You don’t have to keep going for anybody else’s benefit ifyou don’t like it.”

“I know,”I whispered back, repositioning my hands in the slippery frosting.“I want you to do it. Please fuck your princess in theass,my dragon.”

I knew those words would get me what Iwanted, and they did. He growled and sank his teeth into myshoulder with enough pressure to hurt. I moaned and wriggled back,and the tip of him brushed over my hole.

“Are you ready?” he asked,and it was for the benefit of those watching as much as myown.

I didn’t have a chance toanswer before the lube did its job; an intense burn knocked thewind out of me as he slid right inside. Not a little. Once the headwas in, he hesitated, groaned as if dismayed at his loss ofself-control, and plunged all the way inside.

I cried out, tears leakingfrom the corners of my eyes at the intrusion. It was better thanthe times I’d tried before, so much better, but it was stillshockingly painful. Sweat burst out on my skin, and I whimperedagain, but before he could stop, I urged him on. “Fuck, that’sgood.”

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