Page 10 of Ride Me

“Such a strong spirit. So curious.” Rousseau cupped her cheek to turn her attention back to him. “Show me, Allegra Jarod. Show me what you want.”

His fingers slid down her neck, making her tremble at the heat he left in his wake. He gripped the flimsy fabric and smiled before he easily tore her shirt down the middle. He dealt with the tank top beneath in the same way. Swiftly, efficiently, before she had a chance to react.

“What the hell?” She tried to grab the edges of her shirt and pull them together, but she wasn’t fast enough.

He gripped her arms and pulled her close, nibbling on her lower lip until she was trembling. “Not hell, cher. Heaven. You resist, but these are your fantasies. I can fulfill them. I can give you every dark desire, every lusty wish. And you have so many. Ah, Allegra, I knew you were a bad girl.”

He squeezed and lifted her breasts, plucking at her long nipples while she moaned against his mouth. “These should be pierced. You’re so sensitive you might even come as they attach them. Maybe small bars I could twist with my tongue.”

A wave of dizziness assailed her as he whipped her around to face the crowd once more, as if to show her off. She didn’t want to be pierced, did she? Didn’t want to be naked in front of strangers, so how was it that nothing about this felt wrong?

His touch was turning her inhibitions to dust.

“Inhibitions were created by man, cher. We were all born naked. All meant to be free. Look how much happier we are when they’re absent.”

A lusty groan drew her attention to the shy young man and his friend who’d only just worked up the courage to dance in public. Their expressions were ecstatic as they bent over the booth where their friends were sitting, her would-be dance partner pumping his slender hips in a way that left no doubt what the two men were doing.

“Right here?”

“Passion should never be denied or delayed, don’t you agree? Nothing that feels that good should be taboo. Our bodies were made for pleasure.”

He cupped her breasts from behind, his breath hot against her shoulder as she watched the men lose themselves to pleasure, unaware of anything but each other.

Rousseau’s erection pulsed against her, making her shiver. “Does it surprise you that I enjoy watching as much as you do? That the sight of them together only fuels the desire you’ve kindled?”

Nothing surprised her at the moment, though logically she knew it should. She was drunk, drugged and thoroughly aroused at the scene playing out before her eyes. It was beautiful. Two lean, masculine bodies straining together, their need for each other clear for all to see. No lies. No secrets.

“Fucking is the most honest form of communication there is,” Rousseau murmured, making her wonder if she’d spoken out loud. “And the closest most human beings get to God.”

Allegra turned away from the climaxing couple only to stop at another scene. A woman was lying face down over the laps of two men in business suits. Her pencil skirt was tugged up over her hips, her white silk panties around her thighs as each took turns spanking the round cheeks of her ass. The woman cried out for more as her pale skin turned red from the attention.

More.

“I was told you had an adventurous spirit, but I wasn’t sure if it would extend to the carnal. I’m so pleased to have been wrong. People’s secret desires are often surprising, even after all these centuries. Yours most of all.”

“Why mine?” she managed to wheeze out, feeling as if all the air was being squeezed out of her lungs.

“Why do yours surprise me? That would be telling, wouldn’t it? And I’m more about show than tell. Will you show me, Allegra, if you’re wearing those pink panties that I love? The ones I’ve seen you walking across your apartment in? The ones I’ve imagined dragging to the side to get at the treasure they conceal?”

She felt a breeze on her hard nipples and between her thighs before she could tear her gaze away from the debauched spanking scene and look down at herself. Rousseau had lifted her loose skirt and tucked the hem into the waistband. Now along with her bare breasts, everyone could see her scar-ravaged knee and the legs that no longer looked like a matching pair. But for the first time in her life she simply didn’t care. Let them look. She wanted to be seen.

“You are brave, aren’t you? Ah, that’s nice. Not pink, but still perfect for your delicious curves. I have a sudden longing for peaches.”

“I don’t have any curves.” Her voice cracked when his hot palm cupped her lace-covered sex. “Rousseau... Oh God.”

“You have all the curves you need to drive men wild. And so responsive. I could make you come now, right here, in front of all these people. Make you cream and scream and beg for more.” The gravel-rough words were hot against her ear, his bare cock sliding against the lace. Bare? When had he taken off his jeans?

She was close to giving in, to begging the way he wanted her to. “Rousseau, I—”

“Give in, Legs.”

Ben.

Allegra’s lashes flickered as she focused on her handsome friend. He was licking his lower lip, his eyes on Rousseau’s fingers as they slipped beneath the flimsy fabric to tangle in her strawberry curls.

“I can’t deny how much I’m looking forward to seeing you two together.” He undid the top button of his jeans, then the next, and Allegra couldn’t contain her whimper at the hint of his impressive erection straining against the denim.

“I see he’s gotten to you,” Rousseau sounded jealous and amused at the same time. “He’s determined to join in, I have to give him that. And effective, since you’re now thinking of all of us together, aren’t you?”

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