Page 2 of Turn Me On
I flittedaround the private room I’d snagged for the night. Everything was already in place. Tripod in the corner. Laptop on the dresser. Bed perfectly made. I’d flipped off the overhead lights and turned on the ones built into the baseboards, changing them to red. They shined up the walls, casting everything in a deep, naughty glow. I’d even set up a ring light behind the tripod for maximum effect. But I couldn’t help but keep fussing over the little details. Rearranging the bowl of condoms on the far counter, setting up the bottles of lube next to the toys.
Should the toys be in order of smallest to largest? Or least intense? Perhaps by type?Ultimately, it didn’t matter. I was too thrilled at the idea of Rider coming in and finding the scene I’d laid out. We had a show to do, yes, but it was also a special night, and I wanted to surprise him with something we’d talked about a few months ago, but had yet to pull the trigger on.
I took in a few cleansing breaths through my nose and out through my mouth before swiping my phone from the nightstand and stretching out on the bed. The black satin pillowcases did wonders for my curly hair—not that I slept here too often. Rider almost always drove us back home at the end of the night after a show and we slept in extra late the next day. But sometimes, if a room was available and I was too damn spent to make it down the elevator to the underground parking lot, I crashed out in one of the king beds with my big lunk of a man.
Our pre-show ritual was always the same. I wound him up with some flirty sext messages—which were displayed live on the screens in the play area and voyeur room—and he came barging in when he couldn’t take it anymore. We liked to switch it up fairly often. Neither of us was solely dominant orsubmissive. Playing around and exploring different roles with each other was part of the fun. More often than not, we both just wanted to please the ever-living-fuck out of each other.
I opened my messages and typed out a quick one to Rider.
I want you to please me. Make my legs shake. Get down on your knees and make me weak.
All the nervous energy in my body needed to go somewhere. Seemed like it was going to come out in some filthy text messages. What better way? He replied almost instantly.
Always, babe. There’s nothing more I want in the world.
My heart still jumped when he said those words. Even though we’d spent almost every day together over the past year of our rapid-fire romance, I was still thrilled every time my husband reassured me of his devotion.
Do everything I ask. Be at my mercy tonight.
Tell me what you want.
I want to see your dick hard and desperate.
It’s always pleading for your wet pussy.
I rubbed my feet back and forth against the plush velvet duvet. To tease or not to tease?
You don’t get to fuck my pussy until you explore every other inch of me.
Tease it was.
Can I use my tongue?
You’d better. Tell me what you want to do to me. Be detailed.
I sent the message and clutched the phone to my chest. Picturing the details in my mind, touching myself before he eventually came flying through the door, having his waywith me before I took control in the exhibition room. I could hardly believe this was my real life. Myjob.
I want to mark my territory tonight, Charlie. You’re mine. I’m going to bite your neck, your tits, your stomach. Imprint you with my teeth so everyone knows who you belong to.
I need more than that.
Imagine me at your feet, licking my way up the inside of your thighs, then slipping my tongue inside your slit. I’ll do it slow, pressing it against every single bit of you before flicking it against your clit hard and fast.
I squeezed my thighs together.
Are you going to make me come?
That’s all I live for, babe. Eating your pussy makes me so damn hard. Your taste. Those little noises you make. The way you buck your hips into my mouth. Fuck. I’m ready to go.
We improvised almost every performance, but sometimes we had a rough outline of what we planned to do. Letting everyone see him lap me up seemed like a good place to start.
Should we let everyone see you do exactly that tonight?
Please, yes. I need everyone to know how good I make you feel. I want everyone to see you come undone with my cock in your sweet cunt.
I slid my hand underneath the waistband of my underwear and found my clit.
I’m picturing it right now. My hand is down the front of my panties. Tell me more.
