Page 42 of The Mirage Guild

Max took my hand and guided me over to one of the hanging aerial setups. It was part loose fabric, part constructed swing. I imagined there were countless ways to use this thing.

Max went behind the swing and held it steady as I turned and lowered myself down into the seat. My body was held at an angle but upright by two large pieces of black silk fabric. Another piece of fabric held my lower back and my thighs suspended in the air.

Max checked a couple of the straps and looped a few around my waist and thighs to secure me tightly. I hung high off the ground from a beam constructed over the stage. I couldn’t get out of this device without his help. I was totally at his mercy. And I loved it.

Max turned to admire his handiwork. Even if I’d wanted to, there was no way for me to bring my legs together. Instead, I laid back, fully exposed for Max. He trailed his fingers over my knees and down my shins, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He licked his lips as he took me in.

“I’ve been dreaming about what you taste like ever since I got a tease of you at the club,” he said as his eyes scanned my body. “And I want more.”

His hands gripped the insides of my thighs tightly, and I let out a breath. “Are you already wet for me, Isabella?”

“Yes,” I replied. There was no denying it. I had felt it begin to pool in between my legs as soon as Max started talking about the private rooms.

“Always so eager for me,” he said.

Max smiled down at me. He hiked up the fabric of his slacks and dropped down to his knees in front of me, and the sight alone almost made me come undone.

“Do you like seeing me on my knees for you?” he asked. “Do you like knowing I’d do anything to help you relax? That all I can think about is watching you squirm from underneath me?”

Max didn’t give me a chance to respond as he ran his tongue up my middle. I threw my head back, fuck this felt so good. He hardened the tip of his tongue and used it to flick my swollen clit. His hands gripped my thighs as he dove back in for more.

I moaned as he sucked on my clit and slipped his tongue inside me. I couldn’t help it when I pressed into his face. I needed more. Max used his hands to part my middle as he continued to devour me. I wanted to feel him, to touch him, but my hands were wrapped up in the fabric, and I couldn’t reach him.

It was driving me crazy.

I felt the orgasm building in my belly, but I wasn’t there yet. I needed pressure.

“Please,” I said the word without realizing it. Max looked up at me from between my thighs. His face glistened with my arousal. His eyes were dark from lust.

“If I put my fingers in you, I expect you to come for me. Are you going to do that?” Max asked.

“Yes, yes, I will,” I responded.

“Good girl,” he said.

My back arched, and a loud, low moan escaped my throat as Max slid a finger deep inside me. God, I was so wet. His finger slipped in easily, but I needed more. He must have understood my silent request because I stiffened slightly as Max added another finger.

With his tongue back on my clit and two fingers pumping in and out of me, I wouldn’t last long. I felt myself dripping down my thighs, no doubt making a mess. All I wanted to do was touch him. To hold on to him. But I was given an order, and I would follow it.

I ground myself into his hand and face as the feeling in my belly built up. I was close. Sweat clung to my forehead and slid down my back. My chest was flushed and hot. Max turned his hand, adding a third finger, and cupped my wet pussy as he fingered me. This was it.

“Oh, god, Max.” I couldn’t even think straight.

My toes were tingling, and my thighs were tightening up. I flexed around his fingers, and I let out a loud moan as I exploded. I chased the waves of my orgasm as Max lazily slid his fingers in and out, his mouth on my clit. Everything was so sensitive. So warm.

I squirmed as he removed his fingers but then slid his tongue down my middle, lapping me up. He hummed his approval in my core, and the vibrations rattled the shockwaves of my orgasm.

“You taste so good, Isabella, exactly how I’ve been dreaming.” Max sighed into me as he placed light kisses on my inner thighs. He stood and walked around me to gently release my arms and thighs from the straps, then slid his arm around my waist to help me stand. I was wobbly on my feet, but Max leaned me against his shoulder.

He had picked my panties up off the floor and held me upright as he slid them back on me. Max picked up my dress next and brought it up my thighs, around my hips, and up over my shoulders. The sound of the zipper being pulled up was all I could hear.

“I guess I get to keep these?” I said as the fabric of my panties settled back on my waist.

Max smirked at me in a way that said he might just change his mind about that. He brought his hand to the side of my face, swiping gently at my cheek. “How do you feel?”

I smiled up at him, still in a daze from my orgasm. “Like it’s going to be hard to concentrate on work when I know how fun this stage can be,” I said, deciding to answer him honestly.

He smiled. “Yeah, fair warning, I plan to make every room in this club hard for you to concentrate in.”

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