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“Do you want me to make you come?” he asks, his deft fingers slipping underneath the edge of my panties.
My legs tighten around his wrist reflexively to keep from melting to the floor. His free arm wraps around my waist to keep me standing. Barely.
“Here?” I don’t know if I’d rather he whisked me away to a secluded corner, or if I want the anonymous couple in front of us to witness the erotic display. I’ve always loved being on stage, performing, but this takes it to the extreme.
“If you want.” His fingers trace through my wetness. “We can stay right here. Let them see you.” When I don’t say anything, he continues, “You aren’t attached to anyone, are you?’
“No,” I manage, licking my lips and breathing heavily. Just hearing the word from his mouth is enough to make the word a moan.Master.
The fingers around my waist flex, and he exhales. “Would you like to be mine for the night?”
My pussy ripples with need, achingly empty. When I manage to speak, my voice cracks, which shocks the hell out of me. Thousands of performances. Speeches. Do-or-die auditions and I’ve never fumbled a line. Missed a mark. But one touch from this mystery man and I’m damn near struck senseless. At a loss for words. “I’m not s-sure exactly what that means. This is my first time here. Doing anything like this.”
“It means you let me decide what you want, because I’ll give it to you. It’s my responsibility to learn what you like. What drives you.” He slips a finger into me, wrenching a broken gasp from my throat. Working it in and out of my tightness, his voice grows gravely. “What excites you. What makes you come undone.”
My hand grips his around my waist. “You mean things like this?”
He drapes my hair over my shoulder so his lips can press against my neck. “Yes, and other things.”
Images flash like quicksilver through my mind. “Like what? You want to hurt me? I’m not so sure I’m into pain.”
“I’m only interested in your pleasure,” he says. “And we’ll discuss any particulars if you’re interested in doing a scene in one of the private rooms.” The couple in front of us still watches with hungry eyes. His fingers are moving more insistently now, urgently, inside me. “I would never do anything you didn’t want. And The Sanctum has a safe word as a precaution.”
“What’s the safe word?” I ask.
“Red.”
“So all I have to say is red if I want you to stop?” I can’t imagine anything he could do that would make me want him to stop.
“That’s it. We’ll both walk away, no feelings hurt. No strings.”
It’s getting harder to process his words. My thoughts are sluggish. My blood supply having retreated to other, more pleasurable locales. “What’s in it for you?”
“You,” he answers, as though it’s that simple.
And maybe it is.
Maybe I’ve been so caught up in making the right choices, doing the right thing, that I’ve simply forgotten to enjoy myself, my life. Even in areas like sex.
Especially areas like sex.
For so long I thought the desires I had to be taken, to be owned, were something to be ashamed of that I buried them deep down inside of me. I got tangled up in relationships like the one I just got out of in order to prove that I’m normal.
Maybe I’m not.
Maybe I’m not normal, and maybe that’s okay.
“Let me give you this,” he says.
Needing simplicity. Needing someone else to take charge, take the choices out of my hands for a while, I say, “Yes.”
CHAPTER FIVE
He guides me from the dance floor to one of the more private booths alongside the opposite wall of the main floor. There are people everywhere, the whole room is packed wall to wall with them. But the one person I want to see, the one who moves behind me, then pulls me into his lap, hasn’t yet let me see his face.
When I turn to catch a glimpse, he lays his hands on my shoulders. “Not yet,” he says. “This isn’t about me. There will be plenty of time for that. Later.” Those hands skim down my shoulders and along my arms when I don’t protest.
“You aren’t going to tell me who you are?”
