Page 110 of Vow to Hate You

“Good,” he said with approval. “That’s how many times you’ll come tonight. I want you to count them. Understand?”

No, I didn’t understand, but I’d figure it out later. Right now, I was too distracted when a cool, foreign object touched my inner thigh. I moved to raise off the desk, but his other hand landed on my spine, keeping me in place.

“Are you okay with having an orgasm in front of a crowd?” he asked as he slid something hard under the fabric, situating it right over my clit.

My stomach flipped. “On stage?”

“Yes,” he hummed out. “Don’t worry, this outfit won’t be coming off. With the mask you’ll be wearing, no one except me will even know when you come.”

My lower stomach pulsed. In public? I’d never done that before. I wiggled, trying to figure out what was resting against my clit. His fingers closed around my arm, tugging me up, spinning me around to face him.

“I need an answer, Talie.”

“Yes,” I nearly whispered. “I’m okay with it.”

He smirked, his eyes falling to my outfit. “And bondage?”

My lips parted. “You’re going to tie me up? Like you did with the belt the first time I was here?”

He brushed my hair out of my face. “It will be nothing like that. You won’t be able to move a muscle.” His knuckles rested under my chin, tilting my face up. “All you’ll be able to do is lay there—taking only what I give you.”

There was a knock at the door before Rhyett’s voice filtered through. “Two minutes.”

“Give me an answer, Talie,” Damian murmured, keeping my stare. “Yes or no.”

“Yes.” My response was immediate even as my face flushed. Was I really going to do this? Walk out in front of hundreds of people wearing this tiny scrap of fabric?

I gasped when a vibration hit my clit. Damian caught me as I sagged into him, his gruff chuckle ringing in my ear. The buzzing subsided, leaving my pussy throbbing with need.

“The toy won’t move during the show,” he informed me. “The outfit is tight enough to keep it in place.”

“What is it?”

“A little vibe.” He kissed my forehead before leading me toward the door. “I set it to go off at certain times.”

Fuck me.I gaped at him as he grabbed two black masks off the side of the couch. I wasn’t going to last long if I had a vibe pressed to my clit. He tugged his mask on before coming back to me and carefully helping me put mine on. I slid my ponytail through the top hole of the mask, adjusting it so only my eyes and mouth were visible. Unlike the men’s masks, this one had corset type strings in the back. Damian quickly tied it for me, making sure it was comfortable before he turned me around.

“I won’t be able to hear you over the music. If you want to stop, then hold up two fingers. Got it?”

Even with my heels, I still had to grab his shirt to tug him down. I kissed him, letting my tongue tangle with his before pulling away.

“I trust you,” I breathed. “I won’t need to stop.”

“Two fingers,” he repeated.

I nodded, my eyes going to the door when someone knocked again. Damian grabbed the collar of his shirt, slipping it over his head and tossing it on the desk. He took my hand, leading me toward the door. When he opened it, Rhyett motioned impatiently for us to follow.

“You’re almost late,” he grumbled.

“When am I ever late?” Damian shot back.

Rhyett ignored him, glancing at me, keeping his eyes on my face. “Good luck, Talie. Since I see you as a friend, I won’t be watching this part of the show.”

I let out a nervous giggle as we strode down the hall, meeting up with the other masked dancers. I studied them, noticing there were only a couple of women and about six men.

“Where’s Ash?” I asked.

“Not here,” Damian replied in amusement. “He says he’d rather keep his image of you with actual clothes on.”

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