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“You’re the only one we want to watch, baby,” Colin says. “I wish you could believe that.”

“Fuck,” I mutter. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Mac, Colin. I just... I want to be your only.”

“You are ours,” Mac says. “Now prove you’re sorry, and you won’t let this happen again.”

I look up at Mac. “Yes, Sir. What can I do?”

“That’s my good little girl,” Mac says, leaning forward. “Now are you going to do everything I say? Are you willing to make me and the guys feel good?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answer breathlessly.

“Go straddle Alex’s lap,” Mac commands.

I stand up and walk over to Alex. He helps me climb onto his lap, pushing my dress past my hips so I can spread my legs enough, and he rubs his hand across my cheek. I close my eyes at the sensation.

“You okay?” he asks.

I nod. “I’m fine. Are you okay?”

We haven’t had sex yet; we’re still taking it slow. As long as Mac doesn’t request that I have sex with Alex tonight in front of them, I’m fine. I feel like the relationship I have with him is delicate, and I don’t want our first time to be a group activity. I want it to be private, sentimental, special. Not that having sex with the other guys hasn’t been special, but I know Alex’s past, and I don’t want to push him too soon.

“I’m fine, baby,” he whispers. He moves my hands, placing them on his chest and holding them there.

I jerk as someone comes up and strokes my bare ass. It was impossible to wear underwear with this dress.

“It’s okay, Kitten,” says Mac from behind me. “Just me.”

Mac runs a finger over the slit of my pussy, causing me to moan softly. “Mac, please.”

Suddenly, a hand comes down, smacking my ass and making me thrust forward on Alex.

He places a kiss on my forehead, and asks if I’m okay. I give him a quick nod.

“Kitten,” Mac says, drawing my attention back, running his finger up my slick slit. I push back, trying to get him to insert that finger inside me. “Oh, Kitten. You were so bad today. I was trying to do something for you, for us, and you were trying to ruin the surprise.”

“I’m sorry,” I say again.

“I know,” Mac says. “I believe you, but I prefer to get a better apology.”

“Anything, Mac,” I promise. “I’ll do anything for you.”

He chuckles behind me, and lays another smack on my ass. “You call me, Daddy when I’m playing with you, when I’m taking care of you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say, loving the way the word feels on my tongue. I feel like I’m leaking from my core, I’m so turned on right now. I’m probably going to stain Alex’s pants with my arousal.

“I’m going to take you tonight,” Mac says, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “Finally. You can tell me no if you don’t want to. We’ll stop right now, Kitten. I promise. But I want you right now, right here.”

“I want you,” I whimper back. How have I made it this far without feeling Mac inside of me? It’s been three months of teasing, three months of foreplay with this man. “Please, Daddy.”

“Good,” Mac says, pulling back. “We all know your safe words, Kitten. Feel free to use them. Other than that, the only words I want out of your mouth are, ‘I’m sorry and thank you, Daddy.’”

I nod, not daring to say anything yet.

After many seconds, Mac finally inserts his fingers inside me. He grunts as I clench around him out of habit, and begins thrusting them in and out of me. I hear him remove his belt and I wait for him to spank me with it, but he drops it to the floor. Mac grips my sleek ponytail in his fist, tugging me back toward him.

He reaches forward and opens the curtain enough for me to see the patrons below us.

“You see them down there, Kitten?” he asks, and I nod my head. “At any moment, one of them could look up here, they could see me bent over you right now, getting ready to fuck you. I’m only going to tell you this once, so listen up, Pet. I have never fucked anyone here, this is where I conduct business only, and tonight, I sold this business for you, for us. So you never have to worry about what I’m doing.”

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