Page 26 of Reckless Games

The dress is gorgeous navy silk, so dark it’s nearly black. It’s fitted around my chest, tied up in a halter at my neck, leaving my back completely exposed. And there’s a high slit that goes all the way up one side.

“Holy shit.” Stella’s eyes go wide as she stops next to me, and for the first time since dinner started, she’s stunned silent.

After seeing me with Adam earlier, Stella had a lot to say about the fact that I’ve been keeping my playtime with him a secret. But there was no denying it when she saw us disappear into the forest. So even if I tried to keep the filthiest details to myself, she dragged what she could out of me. At least, as much as I was willing to offer in front of Evan, her boy toy of the night.

“Now this is what I call a show.” She grins.

Stella and I pause, taking in the full scene in front of us. It’s the same ballroom the opening night masquerade was held in, but it’s been transformed.

The staff is wearing next to nothing. Lingerie, garters, thongs, even on the men. But that’s not what has my attention. It’s the large stage in the center of the room, where two women and two men are doing something between stripping and fucking. They’re dancing. And while there’s technically no penetration yet, they don’t seem far from it. Clothes are coming off and they’re using each other's bodies like poles.

“Fuck.” I breathe out, turning to Stella. But she’s already slipped away, giggling in a corner with Evan.

I’m not sure what she sees in him. He’s almost double her age, and I’ve yet to see him smile. But she explained it as something about checking off options on her bucket list or working out daddy issues. I can’t remember which category he fell into.

People shuffle around me, and I’m suddenly aware I’ve stopped in the center of the doorway, blocking the entrance to the room, so I step aside.

The movement rubs the vibrator over my clit, and I try not to moan out loud at the contact. At first, I was able to ignore it. But the longer it’s been inside me, the more sensitive I’m becoming. The only way I made it through dinner was to sit still with my legs crossed, praying Adam would finally show up and fuck me.

No such luck.

Now, as the vibrator shifts inside me with each step, and I take in the sight in the center of the room, I’m once more on edge. Exactly how Adam wants me.

By the time I see him tonight, one touch might be enough to set me off.

A couple walks by, and I don’t miss the man’s eyes lingering in my direction. Not that the woman he’s with seems to mind, as her gaze finds me as well.

I make my way to an empty booth in the corner. It’s the darkest spot in the room, and something about slipping into the hidden alcove feels safer.

Others find their own booths, and I appreciate that even if we’re all in the same room, once we’re settled, we’re somewhat secluded.

There are empty champagne glasses waiting at the table, and almost as soon as I take my seat, a staff member comes by with a bottle and fills the one sitting in front of me. He doesn’t stare as he pours my drink, but offers a brief smile, nodding once before disappearing.

The lights lower even more, and I’m cloaked in darkness. I can barely make out more than the shadows of heads in nearby booths. Everything but the display in the center of the room is hidden.

I take a sip of my champagne. There’s no shortage, but at the same time, I get the impression it’s monitored. You’re given enough to feel a nice buzz, but no one gets drunk. The staff seems acutely aware of how much each person drinks.

Another thing about this week that feels like Adam. Freedom with an invisible protective veil of control in place.

The music changes and one of the women walks off the stage, leaving the other with the two men. She stands in the center in nothing more than a thong, as their hands find her chest, her back, her hips. They’re all over her skin.

They wrap around her, touching her and each other in an erotic display that has my core throbbing.

One man kneels, reaching up and peeling the final scrap of remaining fabric from her. And as it hits the floor, I feel it. A vibration deep inside me. The hum can’t be heard with the music in the room, but the slow intensity of the vibrator starts to build.

I set down my champagne before I drop it and grip the edge of the booth. My eyes are on the man who is now kissing the woman on stage between her legs, but my attention is elsewhere. It’s on my center. On the eyes I feel watching me, even if I can’t see him.

Adam is somewhere in this room, knowing I’m getting flushed. A sheen of sweat from spending the evening on edge dampens the back of my neck. The vibrations go up another level, but it might as well be ten because I have to clench my thighs to fight the pressure starting to build.

One of the men on stage strips down to nothing and forces the woman to her knees in front of him. And as he shoves his dick to the back of her throat, the vibrations intensify.

I’ve watched porn. But in person, watching the woman gag around his dick, I can’t help but question myself.

Is it wrong to be enjoying this?

Is it bad that I can’t look away?

The other man grabs the woman’s hair and holds her head still so his partner can fuck her face. And even if they know we’re here watching them, they don’t care. They’re genuinely enjoying each other while being on display for us.

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