Page 41 of Knot your Good Girl

Aiden smiles and takes my hand again.

“Is this your kink? Watching instead of touching?” He’s touched me with his tongue but still hasn’t fucked me. Something I find strange, considering we are spending ten days and we are already on day three.

“No.”

There are plenty of observers in the next room, where a woman is screaming as she reaches her peak. Her naked body glistens with sweat as she straddles a man who sits in a chair. Another man is inside her as well. From this angle, I can’t tell if they are both in her pussy together or one is in her ass.

Why does he keep showing me omegas with more than one man?

Does he think this will shock me?

I’m not shocked by the sights. It brings me great joy that omegas now have choices.

I find my gaze ensnared by the piercing dark eyes veiled by a black mask. He’s positioned at the opposite side of the window, fixated on observing me instead of the scenery beyond the window.

Is that it?

Does Aiden think I’m going to let him share me?

No fucking way.

I tiptoe and lean as close to his ear as I can manage, and whisper, “Our agreement doesn’t include me being used in a place like this.”

He chuckles into my ear. “I can use you however I choose.”

He grips my hand, ushering me towards a door situated across the corridor. He opens it to an enormous bed in the center of the room—and a viewing window.

That’s it! He likes an audience.

You have a mask on, Holly. Just do it. This is still easy money.

The forceful thud of his belt hitting the floor commands my attention. I pivot my gaze and watch him opening his zipper.

“On your knees and take me,” he growls.

I obey his command and drop to my knees, gently placing my delicate hands on his substantial thighs. He strokes his cock—massive, thick, veiny and long. I’m going to find it challenging to fit it inside my mouth.

My heart races and slick builds between my thighs as I near. It’s seeing his swollen knot. I’m already consumed by an overwhelming desire.

One hand remains on his thigh as the other holds his hard cock, and I stare at the magnificence of what is in front of me.

“You can take me, Omega. Suck,” he orders as his fingers lace into my hair and he pulls me closer.

My tongue quickly darts out and I savor the fluid shimmering on the tip.

Aiden emits a guttural moan of intense satisfaction. I lick again, liking the sound I create from him. My mouth engulfs the end as my hand glides to his knot and I apply pressure, resulting in a low groan.

It’s only a matter of time before my mouth takes him completely. Intrepidly swallowing his entirety, then withdrawing until my mouth tantalizingly grazes the tip.

Over and over I take him. Each time getting easier than the last.

“Do you like being watched?” His voice reverberates with a low rumble. I am certain that he is on the brink of coming.

My gaze momentarily drifts to the side, landing on the window we had previously walked past. By squinting, I’m able to discern silhouettes, but not facial features.

I’m used to men watching me on the OmegaFans app, but this is so different. On the app, it’s just me, and there’s no physical interaction with my clients. While I have reservations about the absence of anonymity, it’s important for me to remember that this is Atlanta, not New York. I’ll consider it an experience.

Aiden brought me here, and clearly, this is his fantasy, so it excites me to satisfy him in this way.

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