Page 63 of Kinks of a Billionaire
Then suddenly the lights dimmed and the dance floor emptied out, and my gaze flew to it.
Holy shit.
Chapter 30
Willow
Out of thin air, at least it seemed that way, a St. Andrew’s cross appeared in the middle of the dance floor.
Two men in suits and a blonde woman in a white see-through sundress came to stand in front of it, binding her wrists to the cross, and I gasped.
Unable to tear my gaze away from the trio, I watched the two men touch her like their lives depended on it as she writhed against the cross while her wrists remained bound. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, her pussy on display for all to see. Her shoulder straps slid off, exposing her breasts and her perky nipples. She arched and bucked against the restraints. The expression on her face was that of pure bliss as the men’s hands explored her body, hungry and rough.
The blood in my veins burned like an inferno while my skin sizzled with need. I couldn’t breathe, the air too thick, my lungs too tight. In one thrust, one of the men entered her from the front and the other from behind, filling both her holes. The woman’s loud moan could be heard through the glass and over the roaring fire.
My mouth went dry as I watched her. Her moans became piercing, I heard them loud and clear. One of the men wrapped his hand around her neck while the other pinched her nipples, her breathy whimper traveling through the glass.
My own nipples tightened painfully.
“Are you enjoying the show?” Royce’s voice startled me and I whimpered, squeezing my thighs together.
“Yes,” I breathed, my heart racing. A relieved smile broke on his face, squeezing his hand on my thigh. “Do you do this… watch others have sex… all the time?”
His gaze dipped down my body until it settled on my green nail polish. “I do.”
Suddenly I felt parched and my tongue swept over my bottom lip. “Are they always strangers? Or people you—”Fucked.
I hated the idea of any woman here having felt his hands or his lips. Shit, why was I jealous? It wasn’t like we were together then.
And yet.
His gaze rose to mine and there were so many naughty promises in them.
“Whenever I frequented parties like this, I imagined you with me.”
Excitement fluttered inside me. “Y-you want to watch someone else… fuck me?”
Sure, I was adventurous and was up for trying anything at least once, but this was different. Before I could say anything else, he growled, “I already told you, if any man dares come near you with their dick, I’ll slice it off and feed it to them.”
I sighed in relief, then smiled. “You want someone to watchus,then?”
He was up and out of his seat before I could blink. “I want the fuckers to see that the most beautiful woman is with me and know they can’t have her.”
Another large couch, right in front of the glass wall that illuminated the room, would allow everyone outside to watch.
He sat on the side of the sectional, facing me, and I sensed a few eyes on us already.
“It’s like we’re on display… Literally,” I murmured quietly.
He angled his head. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“No,” I admitted, my cheeks heating. My gaze fell down to my nonexistent bump, and I shifted uncomfortably. “It’s just?—”
“It’s just what?” he urged, taking my chin between strong fingers that now I knew could bring me mind-numbing pleasure. It was something that would be impossible to forget.
“I don’t know,” I muttered.
“You do know.”
