Page 74 of Love to Defy You
The audience’s attention is on my body, though I might as well be naked given how sheer this toga is. But like Alek said, this is my show, and this stage costume certainly draws the male gaze, including Enzo’s. I don’t miss the way his hungry eyes rake over my body as he salivates after what he can’t have.
I turn toward Alek. “Sit on the end of the bed. There.” Despite the nervous tremor in my voice, my words are thick with need as I point to where I want him.
Alek does as I say and sits down, feet on the floor, and waits. I approach him and stand between his knees with my back toward Enzo. I feel the weight of dozens of men staring at my ass in this sheer fabric as I turn my focus onto Alek.
“You like being the object of their carnal lust, don’t you,malishka?“ Alek places his hands on my hips and pulls me closer.
I nod.
His mouth parts as he lets out a small sigh. “Fuck, look at you.” Alek drags his reverent gaze down to my nipples pebbling against the fabric, and he reaches up to roll one between his fingers. “And you’re all mine.”
A soft moan falls from my lips as I press my tit into his hand. “Then claim me. I want everyone to know I’m yours.”
Alek leans forward and takes my other breast into his mouth while he works the other with his hand. His hot breath moistens the fabric, creating a volatile sensory experience with the cold ambient temperature on my skin.
My head lolls back as I close my eyes and relish the sensation.
Alek roams his free hand over my ass and squeezes hard until I whimper. The multiple touch points set my skin ablaze, and I run my fingers through his hair to hold him against my chest. He groans against my sensitive nipple, and a shudder passes through my body.
I open my eyes and look around at the faceless men surrounding me. The air is thick with an undercurrent of lust as the audience grows restless, no longer sitting as still as statues. They’re coming alive with electric excitement as they watch me writhe and moan in Alek’s arms.
Alek releases me and spins me around to face Enzo, who’s taken his seat at the head of the circle. My fiancé rubs his hands down my legs, gathering the skirts and dragging the fabric up toward my waist.
Enzo’s dark gaze lingers on mine until it dips down to my center, and when Alek exposes my bare pussy for all to see, my breath hitches. Cold air brushes against my heated opening.
“See this pussy?” Alek growls, loud enough for Enzo to hear. “It belongs to me.”
He yanks me down onto his lap, and I gasp at the hard erection pressing into my backside. My legs fall on either side of his knees, and he pries my thighs apart by widening his own. My pussy is spread open for Enzo, who licks his lips as he takes in the sight of me, unblinking.
“So wet,” Enzo murmurs to no one in particular. “I can see her arousal glistening from here.”
This feels so filthy, so wrong, and yet I don’t know if I’ve ever been so turned on in my life. My chest rises and falls with uneven breaths as heat and fear and shame scorch my body.
One of the hooded figures moves his robe open, exposing his erection, and he fists himself at the base. Another one does the same.
“They’re all hard for you,” Alek purrs in my ear. “But none of them can touch you. That privilege is mine.” He keeps my skirt hiked up around my waist with one hand, but he drags the other up my thigh, inching his way toward my center.
Using two fingers, he spreads my folds apart, and Enzo drags his hand over his jaw, entranced.
I’m trembling with unmet need, aching for some relief, and I roll my hips against Alek’s fingers.
“Greedy littlemalishka.“ He lightly swats my pussy, and my gasp echoes in the cavernous chamber. “I own your pleasure, and I will decide when and how I give it.”
I meet Enzo’s gaze as I whisper, “Yes, sir.”
Enzo widens his position and reaches between his legs to adjust himself, but his eyes never leave mine.
My head is dizzy with lust beneath Enzo’s molten gaze as Alek roves his hands over my body. Each beat of my heart pounds like a hammer, yet flutters like hummingbird wings. More of the hooded figures have exposed themselves to stroke their thick lengths, emboldened by the anonymity of their masks.
No one is shy in this chamber. All of us are descending into a sexual frenzy as one, and I am at the center of their attention, their singular desire in this moment as they touch themselves to my image. As the object of their lust, what filthy acts am I performing in their imaginations? Right now, I am their ultimate fantasy, and that knowledge makes arousal drip down my thighs.
“Please, Alek...” I whisper.
He continues to tease and play with my sex without entering me. “Please, what?”
I whimper. “Please fuck me.”
“Louder,malishka.“ He cups his hand over my opening and pulls me against his thick erection. “I want everyone to hear you beg for my fat cock.”
