Page 51 of Crave Me

She’d been glorious and had shown me how strong she was. How much she didn’t just want the life and the kinky sex, but how much she wantedme. Not only the Dom, but the man.

No one else, no woman I ever had, compared to the way Chloe’s eagerness and sexual responses spoke to me.

I guided her to the front of the crowd so she could clearly see the fivesome.

“Here,” I demanded, pulling her in front of me. Her dress was so short, I could get her off while we watched others play.

She trembled in my hold and my dick hardened, pressed against the zipper on my slacks. I wrapped an arm around her stomach, pulled her flush against my chest and pressed my erection against her ass.

“Watch how they’re teasing her,” I whispered in her ear, dragging my fingers up her thigh, “and tell me what you see.”

She shuddered again and her back pulled tight as she exhaled.

When she didn’t immediately answer, I squeezed her thigh with my hand, warning her.

She shook her head and straightened her back. “Sorry, sir,” she whispered, turning to me so I could hear her. “But there’s so much, it’s hard to know where to begin.”

“With whatever catches your eye first.”

She turned back, licking her lips while her eyes roamed over the group. Four men. One woman. She was clamped at her nipples, a thin metal chain drawn to her clit. One man licked her protruding nipples while another licked around her clit. A third man ran his hard dick around her open mouth, wiping it over her lips before thrusting it inside her so deep she gagged. The final man touched her everywhere, ran his hands up and down her legs, into her pussy before tasting her wetness.

It was so damn hot. All those men, one small woman. My dick pressed against my zipper, needing to be released from the tight confines. Sexual intercourse wasn’t allowed within the walls of the club. Dylan refusing to ever risk the possibility of being charged with prostitution since we paid for memberships. But this woman would have multiple orgasms before she left.

“The man touching her,” Chloe whispered, finally answering. “He’s enthralled by her. Do they know each other?”

“Her Dom is the man currently shoving his dick deep down her throat,” I answered. “But he enjoys claiming his sub in front of others, letting them look and touch, and never have.”

“And the man touching her, feeling every inch of her, who is he?”

“Bennett. He’s a Dom and a friend of mine.”

And he’d be perfect for her. My grip on her tightened and I closed my eyes, resting my chin on her shoulder.

“Tell me what he’s doing. Pretend I can’t see. And explain why your body is practically vibrating with lust while you watch another woman.”

Jealousy tightened my voice, and I couldn’t hide it. I was letting her go soon and she could be checking Bennett out as someone who interested her. Of course she would. Tall and built, and even bigger than me, every submissive in the place desired Bennett’s hands on their bodies.

“His hands are soft,” she said. “He’s touching her calves, running his hands up her thighs. I imagine it tickles her, but every time he gets near her, she arches toward him like she misses his touch when it’s gone.” Chloe’s hands unclasped and she let them fall to her sides, like she was fighting the urge not to mimic Bennett’s movements on her own body.

“When he touches her, he lingers, like he doesn’t want to pull away. He might be teasing her, he might just be playing, but he’s worshipping her...grazing her reverently, adoring her with nothing more than the focus of his gaze and the brush of his fingers.”

“Is it what you want, sub? To be worshipped?”

She shivered in my hold and I ran my fingers to her inner thighs. On instinct, she widened her stance, and I smiled into the crook of her neck. “Yes. It’s what I’ve always wanted.”

“So you weren’t drawn to the lifestyle by the pain, but for the worship.”

This was why I wanted her to watch in the first place. On pen and paper, BDSM was a list of rules, guidelines and contracts and implements and punishments. But at the heart of it, everyone craved it for different reasons.

And she’d just handed me the way to her heart and soul on a silver platter.

“I’m going to touch you while you watch,” I whispered in her ear, studying her glassy expression. “Tell me what he’s doing. Everywhere he touches Selia, the woman on the table, I’m going to do the same to you. Understand?”

Her head pressed against my shoulder and she sighed, like she was already so close to pleasure she couldn’t respond.

“Her side and her ribs,” she said without hesitation. “He’s running his hand down her side, from her shoulder, over the mounds of her breasts and her ribs.”

She continued speaking, her body trembling like a live wire, electrified. Every word she spoke, I followed. I slipped my finger against her wet clit, pulling her dress up so anyone who wanted could watch while I sank my fingers deep inside her.

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