Page 57 of Good Girl

I stopped and stared, drawing our tour to a pause. I was transfixed, watching a man dressed head to toe in black leather circle her. Every so often, he would raise one hand and bring down a thin leather whip against her skin, drawing a moaning scream from her ball-gagged mouth, and she would spin in the rope suspension like some beautiful ballerina. Her body was a crisscross of red marks from the whip, and I was in awe. She looked stunning tied up like that, but what struck me the most was how alluring that situation must be for her.

Bound and trapped, powerless to stop your partner from doing what they desired to your body. My heart raced at the thought, and warmth beaded between my already slicked thighs.

“Enjoying the view?” Derek’s low voice in my ear made me jump, bringing me back to reality, and I chuckled softly and nodded.

“It looks...intense,” I replied.

“Interested?” Matt asked, but I couldn’t answer. The excited tremor in my voice would betray any words I gave in denial, but I wasn’t confident enough to admit that.

“Perhaps she is curious,” Angel jumped in, saving me from answering, and she shot me a warm smile then waved her hand. “Come.”

We continued down the corridor, and I saw things I had never imagined. Men and women were bound in various positions, being whipped and struck by hands, paddles, and floggers. Rope work of all colors and positions that turned people into works of art. From nipples trapped in clamps and dripped in wax, cocks in cages, to vaginas stretched wide, this place had it all. The sounds of pleasure were intense, and each room we passed on the tour increased the desire pooling in my gut.

By the time we reached the end, I couldn’t contain it anymore. Everything I had seen had turned me on in ways I had never anticipated, and each step forward had my thighs squeezing together so I could soak up the subtle pulse of pleasure from pressure against my pussy.

“I...” I tried, but words failed me, and I clutched desperately at Derek’s hand. His thumb skimmed over my knuckles as he glanced down at me. The moment our eyes met, I poured all I could into the look because I was too shy to say anything in front of Angel. And I had no idea how to explain how seeing such sinful acts had turned me on in ways I didn’t know were possible. Even each breath had the light material of my blouse brushing teasingly over my hard nipples.

Derek, thankfully, seemed to catch on in a matter of seconds.

“Angel?”

The warmth of Matt and his bulkier body suddenly pressed up behind me, and I would have stumbled forward had his arm not encircled my waist.

“Yes, dear?” Angel turned to face us, and her warm smile melted into a saucier smirk when she took us in.

“I think we’ll be needing our usual room,” Derek said.

“Of course.” Angel grinned. “Follow me.”

27

CHARLOTTE

“Safe word?” Derek’s dark eyes held me in place, and I was unable to look away.

“Marionette,” I said confidently, and Derek’s lips pulled into a soft smile that was made all the warmer by the soft light above us.

The room was much like the rest of the club, only I had been assured that there was no two-way mirror hidden in any of the walls. While the guys were happy to watch one another, they were vocal about making sure no strangers could glimpse me. The possessive way they all uttered such a thing sent my heart skittering excitedly in my chest.

The walls were lined with various toys of multiple colors and styles. I ran my eyes over them as Derek and Matt moved around me, removing my clothes. It was strangely intimate with how close they stood next to me, and Derek’s gaze was unwavering. Matt dropped low to remove my skirt and panties while Derek helped me out of my blouse. The moment he helped me out of my bra, he grasped a handful of each breast and squeezed, drawing a gasp from me as his rough palms dragged against my stiff nipples.

Then they laid me down on the soft leather table in the middle of the room.

“We’re going to take care of you, Charlotte,” Derek said as he secured both my wrists above my head in the soft leather cuffs attached to the table.

“You’re not going to know where to turn.” Matt chuckled as he secured my right ankle against the table, while my left was cocked up at my knee and secured higher. A flutter of excitement shot through me as if I’d just swallowed a handful of butterflies, and I gently tested the restraints. They were firm. I wasn’t going anywhere. Samuel kept a watchful eye nearby. He hadn’t had a drink yet, and it didn’t look like he was going to. He was to remain sober and watchful to ensure the alcohol in our veins didn’t push us too far.

Matt stayed by my head, stroking his fingertips down the side of my face. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, then suddenly, his lips were on mine. His tongue darted out and traced the seam of my mouth, so I parted my lips, allowing his tongue entrance to kiss me deeply. My fingers curled deep into my palms as his hand slid down to lightly rest against my throat, and I was certain he could feel how rapidly my pulse was racing.

Then, in an instant, my whole body lit up like a charge as a powerful vibration settled between my legs, pressed right up against my clit. Iyelledinto Matt’s mouth, and he chuckled, fighting to keep the kiss for a few extra seconds as I writhed so he could swallow down my sounds. He released me, and I cried out loudly. At a glance, I could see Derek between my legs with a purple toy in one hand. His other hand stroked soothingly up and down my right thigh as intense pleasure assaulted my body in ways I had never experienced before.

The vibrations were so intense and focusedjuston my clit that it was almost painful, yet at the same time, my orgasm was approaching faster than I even knew possible. I pulled against the restraints and tried to roll away from the stimulation just to get a moment of respite, but Derek was relentless. He didn’t stop.

“Holy... shit!” I yelled, and Matt’s face hovered above me, watching carefully. His hands moved to my breasts, and he sharply pinched each of my nipples, sending two shockwaves through my chest. That sensation darted south and coiled with the rapidly building heat in my core. I twisted left and right, trying anything to escape, and a moan followed each of my frantic breaths.

Then my climax hit. I arched off the table with as much movement as I was allowed andscreamedas the heat in my core exploded through me. Flames of desire flushed through me from head to toe, my core clenched rapidly, and for a few hot seconds, I was simply suspended in a pool of pleasure. The initial wave passed, and I slumped back down onto the table, panting.

“Wow,” I gasped. My word quickly melted into a whine as Derek didn’t remove the toy. He only lowered the setting enough for me to catch my breath. I glanced down at him, and he steadily met my gaze.

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