Page 56 of Good Girl

“Derek, darling!” the woman exclaimed. She set down a metal bucket containing a fresh bottle of champagne and dropped into the seat next to Derek. Then, to my utter shock, she leaned forward and planted a full kiss right onto his lips. None of the guys seemed at all surprised by this, and my heart punched painfully in my chest even as Derek pulled back.

Okay, I wasdefinitelyjealous.

“Charlotte, this is Angel, one of my regular playmates when I visit here.” Derek introduced the beauty, and while it didn’t help my jealousy fade, I understood more. Samuel had said they had been coming here for years. Of course, there were other women.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” I smiled at her as the green-eyed devil inside me ramped up hotter than I expected. To make matters worse, Angel waslovely. She smiled cheerily at me and reached over to pat my knee.

“Oh, my goodness, I love that top! The way the waist cinches in to make your boobs look even bigger?” She groaned slightly. “Love it!”

My red cheeks flared hotter.

“I—thank you!” I hadn’t expected that at all.

“Not that I’m a playmate anymore, huh, Derek?” Angel pouted her pretty pink lips and glanced up at him. “Your interests lie elsewhere. Is this her? This is your girl?”

Derek merely smiled, and my heart began to race as I considered that someoneoutsideof our circle knew what we were up to. Did Angel know I was a student? Was this putting us at risk?

Was I really Derek’s girl?

“The other two...” Angel indicated them with a sleek wave of one hand. “I could see them getting smitten easily. They’re both puppies. But when I heard someone had capturedDerek’sinterest... Well, let me just say, they haveneverbrought a woman with them before, so you must beveryspecial.”

Her voice was very light, and her smile warmed my heart, turning the initial stabs of jealousy into warm guilt.

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” I chuckled nervously. “I’m just me.”

“Don’t sell yourself short!” Angel replied immediately, and her sleek black curls bounced around her face as she shook her head. “You arestunning. Own it! Don’t let anyone tell you differently, and if you doubt it, well, take a look around!”

“Angel, you’re too kind,” Matt said from the other side of the table. “But you don’t need to butter her up. I don’t think she swings your way.”

“Shame.” Angel sighed dramatically and sent me a wink which sent heat skittering through my chest. “Well, if any of you need anything, then you know where to find me, and please, don’t hesitate.”

“Actually, we were hoping to give Charlotte a full tour,” Derek said, and he glanced over at me with a slight smirk. “All the works.”

“Of course!” Angel clasped her hands together gleefully. “Right now?”

“Right now,” Samuel agreed.

Derek and Matt drained their glasses while Samuel refrained from the alcohol and stood. Derek held out one hand to me, and after a moment to gather myself, I stood. Slickness warmed my thighs as I followed them out of the booth, and Angel began to lead the way down a corridor filled with thick, velvet curtains like the ones framing our own booth.

“How long has this place been here?” I asked curiously, clutching Derek’s hand as we walked. Samuel and Matt followed close behind.

“The better part of twenty-five years,” Angel replied. She walked with such ease in heels so high I almost felt bad for her ankles. The sway of her hips kept drawing my eye, and my mouth ran a little dry. She was stunning, in my eyes. And Derek had chosen me. I didn’t want to compare, but my mind couldn’t stop itself.

Luckily, all thought of that vanished when we turned the next corner and walked through a set of double doors into another dark corridor. Only this time, instead of each room being closed off with velvet curtains, glass walls revealed the activities on the other side.

“The people who use these rooms like to put on a show,” Angel teased gently, “so you have permission to look. We have another area with private rooms for those who do not wish to be disturbed, but I think I will let this walkway speak for itself.” Angel glanced over her shoulder at me and winked. “It’s the best tour I can give.”

I would have said thank you to her, but the moment we passed the first window, my breath was stolen away. Inside the room, a naked woman was bound to a wooden cross. Her skin shone with sweat, her hands curled into fists as she writhed back and forth against the relentless stimulation of the large vibrator being held between her legs. Her partner stood over her, saying words I couldn’t hear over the sounds of her incredible moans.

“Can they see us?” I finally asked.

“No, dear.” Angel waved one hand over the wall. “It’s a two-way mirror. It allows them to get into the zone and have fun without being disturbed by whoever is on the other side. All the excitement of being watched without the pressure of a show.”

“Wow...” I breathed, and my grip tightened on Derek’s hand as we continued down the hallway. The next room had a man on his knees deep throating a strap-on attached to his partner. She was having the time of her life plunging down his throat, and just watching for a few seconds made my own throat ache slightly. It had been too long, but I could still recall the stretch of Derek’s cock in my mouth.

The next few rooms had similar scenes, couples entertaining each other with various toys and gadgets or even just fucking one another, but all of that paled compared to the next room we passed.

The woman was bound in several lengths of rope. Her left calf was bound to her left thigh, and both arms were tied high behind her back. She was suspended in the air with intricate ropework weaving around her breasts and abdomen, then down between her legs where it pulled taut. I could almost imagine what it would feel like to have rough rope pressed against my pussy like that, and an ache flared in my core.

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