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“Fuck,” I rasped as Salt’s fingertips brushed against my panties.

“What do you think?” he murmured against my ear.

I watched her Dom yank his belt free and unbutton his pants, pushing them down far enough that his cock sprang free. My mouth fell open in shock as he lined himself up with her, thrusting inside her pussy in one smooth motion. Her yell echoed through the entire club.

Like a siren crying out into the night, it broke whatever tension or hesitance there was in the crowd. I watched as other areas that were designated for play were slowly taken over by more people. My heart thumped as his fingers moved my panties to the side.

The same fingers that slid up and down his guitar effortlessly strummed my clit. My breath squeezed out of me, electric tingles bouncing through my body.

I knew how aroused I felt, but didn’t realize how wet I already was until his fingers slid into me with ease. He let out a low growl, pushing them deeper.

“Oh baby,” he purred. “You’re soaked. Such a needy little cunt.”

“Oh god,” I whined. Panic whipped through me as more people walked past us. “Can you do this here? In front of people?”

“I can,” he said. “Fuck, you’re wet. Keep watching, baby girl.”

I couldn’t look away unless he forced me too. A soft moan parted my lips as his fingers worked my pussy, my gaze locked on the woman tied down to the bench. Her Dom finished inside her, but he was replaced with the next in line.

“Is that safe?” I rasped.

“They’re all wearing condoms. It’s part of the rules here,” Salt said. “Everyone should be tested before an event like this too if playing with multiple people. Sexual health and safety are taken seriously in spaces like this.”

I swallowed hard. I’d watched porn like this before. But seeing it in real life while Salt fucked me with his fingers was entirely different. I felt naughty. I felt a little crazed.

I feltgood.

Salt gripped the back of my neck, the pressure firm. Commanding. My gaze slid to him, tracing his expression. His dark brows, amber eyes, the feral hunger that mirrored what raged inside me.

I was his to use and play with and it made me feel wanted. Desired.

The pleasure was almost too much. I rocked my hips, fighting to not make any sounds. People walked past us, occasionally looking, but it was dark so I knew they couldn’t see that I was riding his hand.

Or maybe they could.

Maybe they could see how slutty I was. How desperate.

Salt’solderwoman.

I was doing the exact fucking thing I’d been saying I wouldn’t do. I’d willingly come to a sex club with him and now I was wrapped around his hand. His to play with. His to fuck.

It was so bad. But it felt so good.

My pussy clenched around his thick fingers, whimpering.

“Which one is your favorite?” he asked.

“Um…”

I could barely think. I looked around the room, my eyes widening further. A man was strapped to a giant X and was being flogged. Then there was someone on a table with something that looked like a wand shooting out electricity. The violet wand? Right? I’d read about it…

My gaze continued to roam until I saw a wooden pillory. A person was locked inside of it, their expression contorted in pleasure as the person behind them fucked them relentlessly, their yells blending into the cacophony of pleasure and heavy club music. Smoke shimmered in the room, purple spotlights beacons of carnality.

A staircase at the very back seemed to lead to more.

“What’s on the second floor?” I asked.

“That floor is for fucking,” he said. “There are beds.”

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