Page 234 of The Delta's Rogue
“Are you waiting for me to give you permission to come, Baby Girl?”
I nod.
“Do it,” he orders. “Come for me and moan my name for everyone to hear.”
I gasp, and on cue, pure euphoria floods my senses. I drown in it, his name on my lips and my hands on my body. I touch every part of myself I can reach, writhing harder as thepleasure ripples faster. The chain dangling down my back tickles my spine and teases my exposed ass, sending more shivers of delight through me.
“That’s my good girl,” Sebastian praises, finally placing his hands on my malleable body.
“Sebastián…”
“Louder.” He grazes my thighs with his palms.
“Sebastián!” I repeat as his fingers slip beneath the hem of my panties.
He finds my clit, and a second orgasm hits me faster and harder than my first. I bite my lip, tensing, groaning, and pulsing my hips through each wave of my release.
“That’s two,” Sebastian says when I break through the surface again. “You still owe me two more before you get your reward,” he reminds me.
In a flash, I’m on the table, laid back with my knees forced apart by his torso. I’m panting, desperate for both air and pleasure. I’m vaguely aware of the sexual energy from the other members in the club tonight, but I’m so lost in the intensity of what Sebastian is doing to me that it doesn’t matter. It adds to the moment, to the sensuality of our first night with me wearing his collar.
He massages and caresses my body, soothing my muscles while also teasing me back into a frenzy. He slides my panties to the side and swipes his fingers through my arousal with an appreciative sound. It feels so good, and yet it’s not enough. His fingers don’t go deep enough, and he takes them away too soon.
My hips buck, and I grab the edge of the table to keep myself from doing anything I shouldn’t—like grabbing his hand and putting it exactly where I want it.
Sebastian hovers over me, fingers still playing with my pussy but never entering it. With his free hand, he unties the bow between my breasts and lets the fabric fall open. My nipples point to the ceiling, hardening into the stiffest peaks possible, as I imagine the entire club staring at them.
He slips a finger into my soaking-wet pussy as another flicks across my nipple. “I don’t think you realize how long I’ve been wanting to show these tits off to everyone here.”
He watches me squirm with a ruthless, seductive grin on his lips. His finger slides in and out of me easily, and it hits all the right spots as it does so. He switches between my nipples—pinching, flicking, and circling each one—and the whole time, he stares at me with hunger in his eyes.
“Look.” He jerks his chin.
I tilt my head as best I can to follow his line of sight.
The Dom who spanked his sub before now has her stripped to only her thigh highs and heels, and he’s positioned behind her with his dick slowly inching in and out. Sebastian adds a second finger to my pussy, and he matches them to the pace of the other Dom’s hips.
His other palm rests next to my head as he lowers his mouth to my ear. “It’s fun, isn’t it? Watching others play?” His thumb grazes over my clit.
I scream, “Sebastián!”
“Good girl.” He sighs. “Such a good fucking girl for me, screaming my name for everyone to hear.”
He trails kisses down my neck from my ear until his lips hover over my tits. His tongue flicks across my nipple, and he immediately blows on it, pulling another shout from me.
His thumb brushes my clit again, and I fall into bliss once more, my hips twitching and my pussy pulsing around his fingers.
Sebastian groans his approval, shoving his fingers higher inside me like my body is begging him to. “Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking gorgeous when you fall apart for me, so fucking perfect.”
My orgasm hasn’t even faded when he’s lifting me into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist. “One more, Little Rogue,” he reminds me as my body squirms against him so my pussy rubs on his dick. “You owe me one more orgasm.”
I whimper in frustration and grind harder on him as he carries me, desperate for that orgasm so I can finally have his cock in my pussy.
But he grips me tighter and delivers a smarting spank to my bare ass. “Not like this,” he growls. “I need to taste you.”
With that, he drops me on the bed behind our booth and lifts my heels to the edge of the mattress so I’m spread wide for him. He jabs a button on the wall. The curtain behind us closes on its own, and he holds my ankles, gazing at my spent and panting body.
“You’re a vision like this, you know that?” He hovers his mouth over my pussy. “Swollen and wet, flushed and trembling, and so desperate for my attention.”
