Page 85 of Behind the Scenes
“It’ll do,” I replied, trying to keep the smile off my face.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” I whispered with a smile. “And no, I’m not wearing any.”
When she groaned, I couldn’t stop myself from grinning.
Even among the chaos, all I could focus on was her.
Stress from my life, my job, all of it melted away until all that was left was us.
In our own fucked-up and imperfect ways.
Perfect just the same.
epilogue
. . .
“You’re proving more and more to be a romantic,” I teased as Harley sat me down in the all-black room, better known as one of the performance rooms at Club Pétale.
A satin curtain covered the stage, and just beyond it I could see a dim light, which meant I was in for a treat. A sick excitement twisted inside me.
Harley’s lips were at my ear.
“Anything for you, my love.”
The far room could usually fit quite a few people, but it was just us in there. When Harley got settled, the curtains pulled back, showing us two masked girls on stage.
My breath caught when I realized I had seen this before.
One of them sat in a chair while the other was behind her, her hand on her neck. The girl in the chair tilted her head back and let the woman behind her run her hands down her body. When she whispered something to her, she let out a moan, and the one in control looked at us with a wicked smile.
“Beautiful,” I whispered as the girl’s face contorted in pleasure.
Without overthinking it, I scooted close to Harley, but she had other plans. She hoisted me up onto her lap, one hand circling my stomach, the other trailing over my thighs.This was supposed to be our first night as a married couple, so I had chosen an all-white dress that mimicked a wedding dress but was obscenely short. Underneath were frilly lace panties that I knew drove Harley crazy.
We both had masks on—matching white ones to fit the occasion.
I spread my legs for her, welcoming her touch.
My breath picked up as her fingers found my clit through my panties. The girls on stage were wonderful. They knew each other well, and there was no hesitation in them as they came before us. There was none from us either when we allowed them to stay to watch.
“Your turn now, my beautiful wife.”
She upped the pressure on my clit, and my head flopped back against her shoulder. Harley played me like her favorite instrument and I was coming before I had a chance to even catch up.
“Thank you, ladies,” she said as soon as I was done, just before she whisked me out of the room.
I struggled to keep up with her pace as she led us to one of the private rooms at the back of the club. As soon as the door was open, she practically threw me onto the bed.
I let her, enjoying the roughness.
All around us were various toys, gags, and even a few knives. The room itself was splashed in dark purples, blacks, and grays. But none of it mattered.
Not when Harley was towering over me at the end of the bed. She pulled off her mask, and I followed suit.
“Show me that beautiful cunt, wife.”
