Page 61 of The Broker

“This stays here,” he said.

Now that his right hand was free, he placed his palm on the center of her chest and coursed a line down her body. It stopped between her legs, and he rubbed her pussy in a stroke that was aggressive enough that she tried to lift onto her toes. But once again, her ankle cuffs prevented that, as did her ‘fuck me’ shoes.

Her groan of satisfaction was muffled by the riding crop gnashed between her teeth, and she stared at him with bottomless eyes.

My mouth went dry.

In all my years and dozens of partners, I’d only had one person look at me like that... and she was seated next to me. The image of Charlotte naked and lying on my kitchen island flashed through my mind, making more heat flare inside me.

But when Travis lowered onto his knees, Lilith’s attention shifted to look at the audience. Like last time, she wasn’t bothered that anyone was watching her. In fact, I sensed she enjoyed it—but not as much as she liked the man watching her in the front row.

In the short time I’d worked with him, it hadn’t taken me long to learn Clay was a guarded, private person. I’d had to earn his trust at every step in the process, and I still wasn’t convinced I’d done that. When I’d gotten the pickup address for the New York order my friends had commissioned, I’d discovered he lived just up the street from my new place.

“Small world,” I’d commented to him.

It had triggered his suspicion-meter in a major way, and it had taken several patient conversations to ease his fears and explain it was just coincidence. I wasn’t interested in him, or going to invade his life, or reveal anything about him to anyone. That wasn’t how I operated.

And it hadn’t been my intent to show him I was with someone else when I’d offered earlier to help him carry the bench in... but I was sure it hadn’t hurt either. Single guys had a bad reputation here and were looked at as predators.

Charlotte gave me legitimacy.

As she watched the couple performing on stage, I watched her with my peripheral vision. When Travis put his mouth on the center of Lilith’s lace panties, I heard Charlotte’s breath stall.

Was she thinking about what that felt like when I’d done it to her our first night together?

Well, fuck. Now I was, too.

More heat and pressure swelled in my slacks, and I finished my drink quickly, like that would somehow stop me from getting any harder.

Travis’s head blocked the view of what exactly he was doing to his partner, but it didn’t take a lot of imagination to figure itout when he pulled the crotch of her panties to the side. Once again, her moan was filtered through the crop clamped between her teeth, and her head lolled to rest against the side of her extended arm.

The crowd was restless as we watched Travis fuck her with his tongue. Chairs squeaked and groaned as people shifted in them. The man sitting beside me had a hand under his partner’s skirt, and he moved it quicker now, matching her labored breath.

Too soon,part of me wanted to warn him.She’s going to come too fast.

If it’d been me doing this to Charlotte, I’d have slowed it down. I’d want her balancing on edge throughout the show, not finishing before it was over.

Lilith stared out at the crowd as Travis nuzzled into her lap, but her eyes were vacant, and I doubted she saw anything but the pleasure he was giving her. Trembles climbed up her legs and she panted between moans, her fingers curling into fists above the cuffs. The sensation of his mouth on her made the muscles in her arms strain against the restraints.

Christ, the scene was so fucking sexy.

She was strapped spread-eagle to the St. Andrew’s Cross, her tits out and her boyfriend sucking on her clit, and her whiny cries of pleasure were muted by the long, black stick she’d been ordered to hold in her mouth.

The orgasm was building in her body, and her focus abruptly snapped to Clay in the front row. Why was that? Did she need his permission? Or had she been instructed to look at him when she came?

But a frustrated sigh came from behind the crop, along with her garbled words. “God, don’t stop.”

It was because Travis sat back on his heels, letting her panties snap back in place.

His laugh was almost sinister as he rose to his feet. “Why? Because you want to come?”

She nodded eagerly, making the leather heart at the end of the crop flop around.

He shoved a hand down the front of her underwear, massaging her clit, and studied the way she bowed and contracted against the cross.

“But...” he dragged it out, “do youdeserveit?”

Once more, her head bobbed in an enthusiastic nod.

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