Page 118 of Enthrall Ecstasy
I was doing this…in front of all these people.
My reflection in the mirror showed a girl swept up in the presence of a dangerous stranger, his dark hair silky to the touch, his head at my pelvis, devouring me.
I surrendered to him, to this, savoring the delicious thrumming as his furtive tongue searched every crevice, his hands reaching around to grab my butt and hold my cheeks so firmly I couldn’t escape.
Possessing me.
Owning my sex.
I glanced over at Shay to see his reaction.
He merely observed, as though gauging how well I performed. As though proving this was about my needs and my wants and everything in between that could lead to my freedom.
I’d given in to what my heart and soul yearned for, an exquisite experiencing of being desired, public humiliation that had morphed into erotic bliss.
I was the ultimate exhibit.
Shay left the booth, strolling masterfully with his hands tucked into his pockets, slowly, like a shark cutting through water, closing the distance until he joined our table.
He came up behind me and I fell against him, my back to his front. He wrapped his arms around me. Even as the other man continued to lavish licks and flicks between my thighs, Shay gripped me to him as though letting everyone know I was his now.
His to explore.
His to play with.
Shay eased the bodice of my dress down to expose my breasts, and then began playing with my nipples. Pinching and tweaking and tugging until all I knew was oblivion. With the material bunched around my waist, I might as well have been naked.
They were all staring now, everyone in this room, their expressions easy to read. Not shock for what they saw but a kind of awe—looks of respect and understanding, like they were sharing in my display as I was shown off and flaunted.
Solidifying the fact that Imperial was staged.
A moan rose in the depths of my throat.
The thrill of vulnerability was like a prayer from the heart.
Gently rocking against Shay, I let the sensations flow in and around me, carrying me into their very center.
Inside me the Ben Wa balls, outside, those tweaks to my nipples shooting down to where that stranger still flicked me with his tongue.
I swooned as the two men adored me…one feverish between my thighs and the other punishing me with the exquisite pinching of my nipples.
My face had to be flushed red—my cheeks were burning up; I felt the heat between my thighs, this rising orgasm close to claiming me.
I dared to study the faces of the other men around the table. They all wore lascivious expressions; as though yearning to taste me, too.
Peering down and seeing that man’s mouth clamped to my sex was both terrifying and exhilarating.
“Master,” I said, breathless.
“Come,” coaxed Master Shay.
I rolled into the deep end of a climax that went on and on and on as my thighs shuddered and my body convulsed, as I became one with them both, riding a wave of pleasure that felt never-ending.
I was gasping, wrecked into nothingness.
I lay weakly in Shay’s arms as my orgasm finally began to fade.
Shay spun me around and I fell back against him, self-consciously easing my bodice up to cover my breasts, my hem having fallen around me.
