Page 36 of Midnight Legacy

The experience rooms were all laid out like an expensive hotel, the only difference being the elaborate wooden restraints on the walls in some of them, or the swing in others. They’d catered to every imaginable fantasy, and even some that I couldn’t wrap my head around.

In the basement was a maze that would have the lights turned out later to create a Midnight Room. Different sized rooms branched off the main corridor. I stopped to stare at the strange hole in some of the walls. Megan discreetly poked her finger out at her groin in the imitation of a penis and poked it into one of them. My eyes widened and my head popped in through the open door of the room. There was a cushioned area for the participant to sit on the other side. A glory hole for anyone who wanted hands-free anonymous sex.

Xavier chuckled at my reaction, shaking his head.

Once upon a time, I was an innocent woman until my husband corrupted me. I narrowed my eyes at him in fake warning and he replied with a salacious grin. The fucker knew how he affected me and was using it to his advantage. His hand hooked around my waist, his fingers splaying across my stomach, pulling me tight against him. He didn’t need to speak to let me know how he was feeling, his body did that for him.

My breathing hitched and my heartbeat thudded in my ears. I wanted to drag him back to the orgy room and push him onto one of the beds. His hand slid between the tassels that made the skirt of my dress, and his fingers slipped under the lace of my panties. I was unashamedly wet from all the stimulus. His middle finger found that needy bundle of nerves between my thighs.

My head rested on his shoulder and my legs widened.

“Enjoying the tour?” Xavier asked, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and biting down.

“Hmmm.” My hips tilted to accommodate his wandering hand.

“I’m loving the dress.” He kissed down my neck. “It definitely has possibilities.”

“Any chance of a trip to the orgy?” I wanted to feel the delicious stretch of him thrusting into me.

“Nope.” He made the P pop.

“Fuck,” I hissed when his fingers pushed further and one delved inside.

“That’s the idea later,” Xavier replied, his tongue flicking the pulse point at my throat.

I grabbed his other hand and dragged him into an empty room, delving my fingers into his hair and kissing him. Xavier’s tongue took control and stroked along mine, his deep kiss drugging me.

“You definitely would have won,” he muttered.

“I don’t care who won,” I murmured. Right now, the only thought in my head was letting that hand that was in my panties make me scream.

Xavier pressed me into the wall, his hand pinning my wrists above my head. I whimpered and ground myself against him since he was currently holding me static. His other hand moved between my legs to make me squirm.

“Baby, you don’t get to come until I say so. Tonight, all your reactions belong to me alone. You don’t get to climb that ladder unless I permit you to. You only get to come on my command. This”—he grabbed me between the thighs—“belongs to me.”

A flush crept up my body until it reached my cheeks. I was so hot and aroused that I thought I would combust.

Xavier nuzzled my neck. “When you come it will be with me deep inside you ready to explode.”

“Please,” I begged softly. Everything was too much, and I needed to find a release.

“Save the begging until you’re on your knees, baby.”

Shit, that made me so hot that I wanted to fall to my knees right now.

His lips crashed into mine and the world stopped spinning. He consumed all my oxygen until I was left gasping in his arms. His eyes were blazing pools of desire as they burned deep into my soul.

Without another word, he released my wrists to grab my hand and drag me back into the main area where the others were still exploring the elaborate maze. My legs were shaky and my head light, my heart beating a rapid staccato.

“This concludes our tour for the evening,” Charles said somewhere to my right. “Please feel free to come back and join any of the group participations. The Midnight Maze will open for your enjoyment at ten this evening.”

He opened a door and light flooded into the dimly lit area, startling and disorientating me. Megan came out of a room behind us, giggling and straightening her dress. Jordan emerged behind her, adjusting his belt.

I glared at my smug husband who’d denied me an orgasm. Xavier’s lips twitched before he bit down on his swollen bottom lip. My pussy was officially the cat who didn’t get the cream. A mutiny rose deep in my belly as I pushed past Xavier on my way out.

“I’ll catch up with you later,” he said behind me with a deep laugh. “Looks like someone needs an attitude adjustment.”

I didn’t bother to stop or look behind me. Irrational had become my middle name lately, but the thought of being denied when Megan hadn’t made my blood boil.

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