Page 19 of Goner

“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”

She leaned down and sucked my hardened bud, letting me relax before biting the tip. I cried out, jerking closer for more.

“But first, a toy.” She held up a vibrator with a flat larger base.

“What is that?” I asked, playing the part of the innocent new maid.

“We’ll show you,” Katrina said, passing it to Sasha. “Why don’t you put it in, and I’ll stay up here.”

Sasha gave me a devious wink and flicked her tongue in the perfect spot. She adjusted her body enough to create a view. It should have turned me on that one woman played with my breasts, and another ate me out. All while slowly working a toy up my ass, but what had me on edge the most was the hungry look of the man across the room. He saw it all, and I loved it.

Fuck, this was torture.

I couldn’t take it.

My body trembled. I writhed on the bed, pushing hard into Katrina’s hands—harder against Sasha’s mouth, moaning when the toy stretched me with a pinch of pain. All under his gaze. The abyss lay ahead, and I bent my knees to jump—to let it swallow me whole.

“Stop.” The deep voice crossed the gap and lassoed me in place, keeping me from falling over.

“What?” I shrieked.

Voyeurs weren’t supposed to talk. Even more shocking was how Katrina and Sasha listened.

“What are you doing?” I asked them.

“Leave,” Atlas commanded.

“What?” I cried again.

I stared slack-jawed as both women got up, giving me a little finger wave and devilish smile before leaving.

“Untie me,” I ordered in the most serious voice I could muster when my body was on fire, and I wasn’t even sure myself if I wanted him to obey.

He chuckled softly, rising from his chair and prowling toward me like a lion to its prey. The arrogant look was back in full force, and the stubborn part of me wanted to wipe it off his face. I jerked my arms and twisted my wrists, trying to loosen the ties.

“Look at those tits bounce. I think I’ll fuck them first.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked on the edge of pleading.

He stood at the side of the bed, taking his fill of my body laid out like a sacrificial virgin on the fluffy white bedding.

“I know you want me,” he started, holding up his hand to halt any denial I was ready to shout. “And I am uncharacteristically desperate to have you.”

My rebuttal died in my throat at the confusion marring his face when he confessed how out of character it was for him.

“And I know what you’ll say. Performers can’t sleep with customers, but I have approval.”

He tugged a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it before holding it up for me to read.

If you want it, go for it. -D

Daniel. He’d gone to Daniel all so he could be with me. Despite how hard I attempted to shut him down—despite how many times I walked away, delivering blow after blow to his ego—he still kept coming.

Warmth bloomed in my chest. Many men had wanted me and tried to take me home from Voyeur, but none had put in any work to have me. It almost felt like Atlas had gone to my father for permission, like some archaic belief that women could be traded without consent. I wanted to laugh, but it turned me on too much.

He tossed the note away and leaned over to brush the stray strands of hair off my face. Without touching me, he placed both hands on the bed on either side of my body and pinned me with his stare. “So, what will it be? And before you answer, know that if you agree, we will be finishing this time. No running.”

My pussy ached—but so did my chest, and that was causing the most hesitation.

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