Page 43 of Whips and Chains
The idea was terrifying. I was judged just walking down the street in broad daylight. How much harsher would those judgments be when I was completely naked and having sex in front of them? I could barely stand the thought of it. Their whispers would be all I would hear. I had to work here for the rest of the night. After half the patrons had watched X rail me.
Doubts crashed in.
X wiped them all out with a single sentence. “I think every man up there watching has their cock in their hand, jerking off, and wishing they were me right now.”
It was the confidence in his voice that really sold it.
There wasn’t a hint of doubt.
And it left no room for mine.
So when he said, “Turn around, Violet. And let them see what they’re missing.” I did.
X backed up a few steps, unbuttoning his shirt.
He was no longer blocking my body from the cameras.
Every man watching would see exactly what I looked like.
Before I had a chance to panic, X caught my eye. “Fuck your fingers for them.”
My mouth dropped open. “I…”
He undid the button on his pants and dragged down his underwear, just enough to free his cock. He stroked it slowly, his fingers wrapped around himself.
He was something right out of one of my books. Sitting on a leather couch, leaning on one hand, shirt undone, perfect cock, thick and hard.
Because he was staring at me.
It was me getting that reaction out of him.
And all I was doing was existing.
How many times and in how many ways did he have to tell me I did it for him? Hadn’t he been telling me that since the day we’d met?
So it wasn’t for any other man that I put my fingers to my slit, even though I knew they were watching and the idea sent waves of heat through my entire body.
It was for him.
Because he deserved my full attention.
My pussy was hot and wet. My fingers slid through my arousal so easily it would have been embarrassing if I hadn’t been in the middle of a sex club, where getting off was the entire aim of the night.
X groaned, his fingers around his cock moving at the same pace mine plunged inside my body.
I brought my free hand up to my breast, squeezing it, finding the nipple with my fingers and tweaking it in just the way I liked. The way that sent pleasure shooting straight back down between my legs.
X’s cock leaked precum, and he spread it across his tip, coating himself in it.
It shined in the dim light of the room, and I ached for it to be inside me. I needed the thickness of him. Needed to stretch around him in a way I couldn’t achieve with my fingers alone.
“X,” I moaned.
“I know, baby. Get over here and ride me.”
I moved across the room, following his directions, turned on by them, and wanting to please him in any way I could.
Because everything about him pleased me. From his tattoos that snaked across his skin, to the scar through his eyebrow, to the singular focus I had from him every time we were together.
