Page 17 of Ravage

"Yeah. Sebastian played dirty," I reply, taking a seat on her other side.

Annika cackles. "He called you Miss Delphine, didn't he?"

I grimace, nodding, and she laughs again, taking far too much pleasure in my horniness.

The guy beside her tears his eyes away from the two men in front of us to glance my way, doing a double take when our eyes meet. Now that I'm closer, I realise it's Cam, the ambo from last week.

I'd forgotten he was invited along tonight, and it's a pleasant surprise to see him. Although from how he's sitting, I can tell he'snot entirely sure what to make of everything going on, even though his cock appears to be straining against his suit pants.

I nod towards him, feeling a slight pang of disappointment that he's decided just to watch the events. Wouldn't mind seeing that arse outside of his uniform pants. He looks pretty damn good in a suit, too.

Annika shifts closer to me, brushing her lips to my throat, and I smile, letting my head fall to the side. Seeing as her client isn't taking part in the activities, we aren't able to head off to one of the private rooms. Unless he either changes his mind or leaves.

But I'm fine to fool around with her a little while he's sitting here. When they are assigned a client, the sex workers are responsible for ensuring that person is comfortable until they are brave enough to throw themselves into the fray. While it's completely up to the sex workers if they attend these nights, I don't think I've ever seen any of them turn it down. Pretty sure they enjoy it as much as the clients do.

Annika kisses her way up my throat, before turning my face towards hers and kissing me softly. "I've missed kissing these lips at club nights," she murmurs before swiping her tongue over my lower lip.

I sigh into her mouth, parting my lips so she can slide her tongue against mine.

We play together regularly, like earlier in the week when she helped me ease some of my tension, but more often than not, it's with Sebastian present, and he's controlling the scene.

I reach to stroke her cheek as she continues kissing me, neither of us particularly hurried. Her lips are soft, and her vanilla scent is intoxicating, reminding me just how much I enjoy being with a woman. I bring my other hand to her breast, swiping my thumb over her nipple. She groans and pulls me towards her, urging me to straddle her lap. She wraps my hair around her fist and tugs it gently, pulling my head back so she can kiss her way back down my throat, and I moan as she grips my hip, urging me to move.

I hear Cam inhale deeply beside us, and open my eyes to look at him while Annika's hand slides between my legs and finds my clit.

"Oh, you really came ready to play. No fucking panties, I love it," Annika says, before sucking on my neck.

Cam's eyes flare at her words. He holds my gaze, transfixed, while Annika works her magic between my legs. I so badly want to touch him, but the red mask means he is strictly off limits, and we respect those rules no matter what.

So I content myself with giving him a show instead. I ride Annika's hand as she slides the zipper down the front of my dress and exposes my breasts. Given how tight the dress is, I hadn't bothered with a bra, and she immediately sucks my nipple into her mouth. Cam swallows hard as he drops his gaze from mine to watch her suck on my breast, his breath quickening as the bulge that was forming in his pants suddenly gets a whole lot bigger. Guess watching two women making out is one of his turn ons. Lucky for him, being watched is one of mine, and I feel the tingling of an orgasm start as Annika slips a finger into my pussy.

"That's right, baby. Come for me," she murmurs against my breast as my hips rock faster.

She slides her finger in and out while rubbing my clit with her thumb, and continues to move from one breast to the other.

A shudder runs through me and I keep my eyes locked on Cam's as I come, a long moan slipping from my lips as the pleasure washes over me.

"God, I love watching you come," Annika says, grinning up at me.

Once I've regained control of myself, I grin back and slide off her lap. She grabs my arse as I go, smacking it lightly, and I roll my eyes.

Cam looks dazed beside her as he watches us switch from lovers to friends again, and I can tell he's trying to work out what our relationship is.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Ca- Mr Collins?" I ask, correcting myself before I use his first name.

Sebastian has a rule about only referring to clients by their titles, saying it makes it too personal when we use their first names. As these nights are all about the physical, emotions are left at the door.

Cam shifts in his seat, his erection looking almost painful as it strains against his suit pants. "It's definitely been an eye-opening experience," he replies, raising his voice so I can hear him over the music.

His gaze keeps dropping to my exposed chest before bouncing up to my face, and I can tell he's struggling, trying to work out what's polite and what's not.

It's so fucking cute.

Just as I'm considering asking him if he'd be up for changing masks, the sound of glass breaking has us both turning towards where a woman clutches her arm, her expression pained as blood seeps through her fingers while she covers the wound. She seems to have put her hand through one of the mirrors beside the stage; the glass now lying shattered at her feet.

Cam leaps from his seat and runs towards her.

"I need something to stop the bleeding. Got any clean cloths?" he demands as Sebastian joins him.

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