Page 151 of Ruined Vows

But then he brings the mic back up. “Let them hear what noises you make for me.”

I want to shake my head. That’s going a bit far. Recounting past sexual fantasies is one thing. But he knows this is what turns me on the most even though it’s the most difficult. Letting people see me vulnerable as he gets me offwhilethey’re watching.

Because then he drops his wicked little thumb down and pinches my clit between it and his huge cock penetrating me. I’m such a fucking hair-trigger lately with these goddamn pregnancy hormones, I immediately begin to shudder. And even though I try to keep it in, a little high-pitched squeak ekes out of my throat.

Isaak grins, loving seeing me lose it as much as I have started to when we play here.

“What was that?” He strokes me deeper with his cock, nudging my g-spot in a way that makes my head fall back with a deep moan. He makes sure to catch the noise with the mic and I hear myself echoing all throughout the club.

“Fuck, she’s a hot one,” I hear someone comment, right as Isaak growls, “You’re so fuckin’ tight, Red.”

My belly spasms, clenching all around Isaak in a way that’s got him groaning.

He drops the mic so he can tweak one of my nipples, driving my pleasure higher.

“Oh fuck, Isaak.”

I fight the bonds tying my hands behind my back. I want to grab hold of him. But he just reaches behind my back and catches my wrists again, holding me suspended while he fucks me. He doesn’t go fast or hard.

He’s adopted this tortuously slow method of fucking me ever since I told him about the baby. The doctor said I was fine to have sex like normal as long as it’s nothing too rough and no breath-play. But Isaak’s determined to playhisway.

The girth of his shaft is plenty. It’s only three more slow thrusts before I start to come around his huge tree-trunk cock.

His big arms surround me, one holding my wrists, the other clenching my ponytail at the base of my neck as I shudder and come all over his cock.

“Another,” he demands, continuing his ruthless thrusts. “I want them to see how many times you come on my giant cock.”

“Oh, Isaak, I’m going to—” But then I can’t speak any more because I’m coming again, the first orgasm riding up into a second.

“That’s right.” He lets go of my wrists for just a moment to spank me lightly before grabbing me again.

Right as I’m still in the middle of whole-body shakes from my second orgasm, Isaak pulls out and flips me around in the swing, catching me by my ankles and stepping into me from behind. I’ve only been in the swing once before but I’m still shocked by the dexterity and availability of different positions the swing offers.

He’s stepped back into me and is fucking me from behind, his long cock sliding easily back into my cunt and hitting all sorts of new spots from the new position. He can also easily pin my wrists with his body this way, leaving his hands free to pluck at my breasts and tease my clit.

He really starts rubbing me as he fucks me, massaging my now swollen clit deeply with his palm.

I scream in pleasure. I don’t need the mic anymore for people to hear me.

And Isaak holds me by one breast and my clit as he rocks me back and forth on his thrusting cock.

“Look to your left,” Isaak whispers in my ear, pinching my nipple hard right as I obey and tilt my head to the left. Just in time to see Moira spasming in a silent scream as she’s pinned between Bane fucking her cunt and Gemini fucking her ass with a strap-on, all the while Jinx sucks her toes.

An open-mouthed crowd looks back and forth between the two of us.

Isaak puts massaging pressure on my clit and lets go of my twisted nipple. I scream, rocketed higher than the entire night as Moira and I come in unison, only moments before Isaak and Bane lose their loads inside us.

That night when we get home, I fall asleep in bed against Isaak’s chest, and again he sleeps nightmare free.

EPILOGUE III

KIRA

One Months Later

“Um, sorry. Can I ask again why we’re having your baby shower at a sex club?” Quinn crosses her arms over her black halter top, tattoos shifting with the movement.

I grin up at her, utterly unbothered, and gesture to the club around us. Fairy lights twinkle above the sleek black furniture, an elegant buffet stretches along one wall, and everywhere I look, my found family filters in. “Because this is where I met my real family. And found family counts more than the real thing sometimes.”