Page 153 of Tempt Her

“She squirts for it,” Ford taunts, and he’s not lying. It drives me insane, the twirling in my ass. I practically drool at the pleasure. At how my empty pussy aches with a void, but my ass loves the forbidden sensation, making my clit explode with the lust that lives in my core, in my soul now. I hold nothing back.

“Look at our guests,” Ford orders, and I turn back to stare at Scarlett. “Show them how you’re our little slut. How you love getting toyed with before you get fucked in the ass.”

Yes, I am, and yes, I do.You can’t use anything against me anymore. You can only useme… with my sweet consent.

Scarlett’s getting braver, too. She unbuttons her silk blouse. Slipping her hand under her pink lace bra, she starts pinching her nipple at our show.

“It feels so good,” I tell her. Gasping at the sensation of Mateo stretching me with a fat toy in my ass, I want her to feel pleasure too. “Fuck, this feels so good. I fucking love it when they play with me.”

Mateo smacks my ass. “Squirt for her and prove it.”

Oh fuck, that’s all I need to hear.

I gulp a deep breath, knowing the tsunami will drown me. I let it build until my body shakes as it crests so high. Mateo thrusts and spins that huge fat toy in my ass, and I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe people are watching this.

“Come on, baby.” It’s like Ford can sense it too. I’m on my highest edge. “Don’t be shy. Stick that ass high in the air.” I obey. “That’s it. Now let those thighs shake. Good girl.”

I keep my eyes on Scarlett, but I’m losing my mind. I’m only urges, grinding my hungry clit on the bench, humping it so hard as I watch Luca get up again and stand behind her.

He nibbles her ear, his eyes sliding from her playing with her nipple to Mateo playing with my ass while Luca whispers something that makes Scarlett’s thighs shake too.

Ford taunts, “She likes watching you get off. Do it for her.”It’s right here. It’s gonna crash.My body screams at the pressure of the whirling toy in my ass while others watch.Damn, I’m so dirty.“Let Luke see you be a whore for Daddy. Come on, squirt on Mateo.”

“Fuucckkkkk.”I think I scream it. I see nothing but blinding light as pleasure explodes through my senses, rushing through my muscles as they seize, desire bursting from my core with another scream; I hear it now. I hear my lust splashing to the carpet below as white fireworks spark across my mind, bliss cracking across my electric skin, ripping my breath away.

“Oh, my god,” I hear Scarlett gasp. “My god, that’s so hot. They make her squirt,” she huffs her praise, then I hear her smokey moan again. I hear her come while I shake so hard, feeling lips kissing my trembling ass cheeks.

It’s Mateo soothing me while he eases the toy out. My breath, vision, and sanity slowly return as I feel his hands massaging my shaking hips. “You alright, baby?”

“Yes,” I huff against the headrest. I can finally focus to see how Scarlett is slumped on her stool. Her hand, once playing with her nipple, flops by her side. Her soft smile is so satisfied, while Luca looks tortured. He looks like he’s in pain.

“I want more,” I insist, hoping to see relief on Luca’s face too. “Give me more.”

Why is he fighting it? Why won’t Luca let himself feel pleasure too?

They’ve been told that guests are permitted to please themselves to our show or each other with consent. We just don’t allow them to touch us, not unless it’s acts like teaching how to bind with rope.

Luca clearly gets off on watching pleasure, but I hate to think a sweet man like him doesn’t allow himself to feel it too.

We all deserve it. I know the hell of isolation. Of feeling so alone in your body with no loving person to touch you, easing your pain and giving you pleasure.

And as tough as Scarlett looks, she’s not. There’s a tenderness in her eyes. A deep care in her gaze. She connects to people. She feels them. Good Goddess knows I can feel her, and I’m not even exploring her flesh.

Mateo unstraps my legs while Ford eases, “We have one final demonstration for you if you’d like.”

“Yes,” Luca murmurs. Sitting on his stool, he cracks his neck, that stoicism returning to his face, but something is breaking his edges. “Please demonstrate the chaise for us.”

Damn, the way Luca says “chaise” makes it sound like an orgasm of silk across his tongue. Imagine what he sounds like in Scarlett’s ear or how his tongue would feel across her clit.

Mateo picks me back up. Not like I can’t walk; it’s just that my blissed-out pussy makes my ankles weak.

“Ahem,” Luca asks, “where may we excuse ourselves in a moment if we need privacy?”

Scarlett chews her plump bottom lip to his question.

Does he want privacy with her or for himself?

“At the end of the hall,” Ford answers him, “there’s a private room for guests. There’s a lounge and a tablet there to scroll through and select any items you want to buy. Put them in your cart, and we will discreetly have them ready for you downstairs in a bag when you leave or delivered to you if you wish.”

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