Page 84 of The Assignment: Room 3

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

“Nothing to tell.” Eli sets our drinks down with a smile, and I’m quick to take a sip.

“Never go to the casino, Cel. You’re a terrible liar.”If only she knew.

“Where’s Flex?” She has the subtly of a punch in the face.

“I don’t know. I’m not his keeper.” I down the rest of my drink and signal for another.

“But you are his sub right now, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not.” The defeat in my voice is unmistakable. I was going for nonchalant, but I guess I’m… chalant.

“Talk to me. What happened?”

“Nothing. We fucked around a few times. No contract. It’s done, and I’m going to start looking for a real Dom.”

“Wow. That’s awesome. Do you have anyone in mind?”

“Not really. I’m going to update my profile on the portal and go from there. In the meantime, I’m happy to hang out and enjoy a drink or two.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go have some fun upstairs with us?”

“I’m good. Go have amazing sex with your husband.”

She giggles like a schoolgirl, giddy as she gets to her feet. “Are you sure?”

“Go!”

“I love you, Cel.”

“Love you too. Now get…” I watch as she weaves her way over to Pierce, the sashay of her hips capturing his attention. He can’t take his eyes off her.

It’s only as I track them through the crowd that I spy Flex out of the corner of my eye. My heart grinds to a halt, lunging up into my throat. With his arm draped over Jenna’s shoulder, he leans in, whispering what I can only assume are sweet nothings in her ear. It’s no secret that he’s been keen to bed her since the moment they met. They make quite the couple—Jenna is as smart as she is beautiful, her effortless grace on display as she nestles at his side.

It didn’t take him long to find a new submissive. I guess I was just a placeholder until he caught his real prey. Maybe that’s giving me too much importance in this life.

I down another cocktail before slinking through the crowd to catch up with Freya. If he’s happy with his newbie submissive, I don’t have to ask his permission. I’m not going to join my best friend. I’m tired of being the third wheel. Tonight, there are no restrictions or expectations. I’m going to find a Dom who wants to chain me up, paddle me, and then fuck me so hard it hurts. I am a single woman, so I should act like one.

When the voyeur floor comes into view, nerves flicker to life in the pit of my stomach. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt anything close to being nervous. I navigate my way around the room, taking in the sights and sounds that surround me. Hearing a submissive as she crashes over the edge with a man fucking her and another waiting to fill her mouth when she stops screaming.

Is that what I want tonight? Two men.

As couples, throuples, and orgies take place, there are others like me enjoying the view from the sidelines. I make my way to the bar and order a shot of Fireball. If I’m going to embark on a wild night with a stranger, I need some lubrication. I down the first and a second when I see a Dom watching me, his eyes raking the length of me, and a noticeable bulge in his pants. Impressive. The man to his left seems to have the same idea and beckons me over. I’m assuming they’re friends because they exchange words as I sashay toward them. They are both hot, so why not? Flex is mooning over his new plaything.

As I continue in their direction, I slip the straps of my dress off my shoulders and let my dress puddle to the floor. I’m wearing some beautiful lace lingerie, and I know I look good as I step out of the dress without missing a beat. My heels are staying, and as I stand before them, I’m rewarded by the sound of a leather belt snap. The Dom unzips his fly before freeing his cock. I’m going to be saddle-sore in the morning.

“What do you want first, baby girl? Pleasure…” he snaps his belt once more, “… or punishment?”

“Punishment.” My pulse quickens, and something inside me wants to walk away, but there’s nowhere I’m supposed to be. I don’t belong anywhere.

“Virgil, take a seat and let our new little baby girl bend over your lap to take her punishment.”

“If I must,” he says with a dark, almost twisted smile. “I want her ass.”

What am I doing? I’ve never had a guy fuck my ass. I thought Flex would be the one to pop that particular cherry. He’s been having me increase the size of butt plugs I’ve been using for the pastfew weeks. The thought of him brings tears to my eyes. I guess I’m ready for Virgil.

“What are you waiting for? Get over his knee if you want to be fucked tonight.”

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