Page 10 of Consumed By Desire

“Legend, we are out in the middle of the sidewalk. People are going to see,” she whispers, her eyes darting around at the people walking past us.

“Fuck them,”

“But,”

“No buts, fuck them. Besides, I think there is a little exhibitionist in there. Open,” I demand. When her thighs won’t allow me to go any further. “You started this. I asked if you wore your gift, and instead of answering you told me, “Boy please,” I say in her voice, accent and all. “I see your lips twitching, Shannon, yes you sound just like that.”

“No, I don’t,” she says, sounding just like I just sounded mimicking her, and she growls in frustration. Very subtly, she widens her legs just enough for me to slide my finger along her panties, feeling the egg tucked away there.

“Is it comfortable, Bella?”

“It feels a little weird, but I am getting used to it,”

“Good, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” I say, stepping back to look at her again in the fitted leather tee-shirt dress that barely reaches the top of her thighs and her black and white zebra patterned thigh-high boots. Sexy and understated. It’s so overt it’s covert. “Come, let’s go inside,” I hold my arm out to her. We make our way into the nondescript three-story brick building to see Bethany sitting in her usual spot behind the receptionist’s desk. We make our way to her, and I hand her my member card.

“Welcome, Mr. Morehouse. Please remember we are a private club, and all members and guests must adhere to all the rules of this establishment. Is that understood?”

“Of course,” Shannon and I reply.

“Well then, welcome to the world of Club Desire, one of the most exclusive BDSM clubs. We cater to your pleasure and your pain. We have everything you could possibly desire. Enjoy,” she says, and we make our way over to the lounge. The servers are busy taking care of guests' needs, but I lead Shannon over to the left, where the bank of elevators is located. We make it to the second floor and notice right away there is a scene taking place on the bed sitting on the elevated dais. There is one woman surrounded by five men, she is getting fucked in her ass, her pussy, and her mouth, and she is jacking off the other two men.

“Damn,” Shannon says, making me laugh. I find a place for us to sit off in the corner and mostly away from prying eyes. I pull her onto my lap as we settle in to watch the show.

“Are you imagining that being you up there?”

“With five men? No,” she says, but she squirms a little on my lap.

“How about with me?”

“In front of everyone?”

“With your body?” I ask, tilting her face up to look at me. “There is nothing to be ashamed of with this body.”

“I am not ashamed of my body, Legend. It’s just that sex is supposed to be done in private?”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Because why, Bella?”

“Because it’s a private act,”

“So watching her isn’t turning you on?”

“She’s not me,”

“True, she damn sure isn’t.” “But I’d love to see all this golden-brown skin stretched out on that bed cumming on my dick with everyone watching wishing they were me digging out your juicy pussy,”

“Oh god,” she says, dropping her head back on my shoulder.

“You’re so easy, baby, but I know you need to cum don’t you?”

“Yes,” she says into my neck, her moist lips grazing my neck.

“Not yet,” I say right before I reach in my pants pocket to the remote switching the egg on, taking Shannon by surprise. “Don’t cum,” I tell her right before feeling her teeth biting my neck as her back bows off my chest. I switch it back off, and she collapses back against my chest.

“Legend, that was not funny,”

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