Page 55 of Vivacity
The host makes quick work of my ankles while Ethan watches me, appraising me. I raise my arms so the host can fold the soft leather cuffs around my wrists and fasten them. As he does, Bree and Talia pass by behind Ethan. They’re stilldressed, but, judging by the carnal looks on the faces of the four guys they’re with, that state of affairs won’t last long. They wave maniacally at me and mouthOMG!I giggle, and Ethan twists around to look at them. When he looks back at me, there isn’t a jot of interest on his face. Talia is definitely dead to him. Instead, he steps forward, somehow making it feel menacing. He brushes the sensitive skin of my stomach with his knuckles.
‘Every man in this room is going to wish they were me,’ he says without inflection. ‘They’re going to be fucking begging me. But no one touches you tonight except me.’
What the actual fuck?
‘I thought you said tonight was all about whatIwant,’ I say with a pout. Trust Ethan to pull a bait-and-switch stunt in a sex club.
‘It is. I know you, sweetheart. You’re an attention whore. Trust me, you’ll get plenty of attention while I’m making you come. You know how pretty you are when you’re having an orgasm. They won’t be able to stay away.’
My blood thrums hotly in my veins at his filthy promises, rising to the surface of my face. Okay, so maybe he knows me better than I’m giving him credit for. I can roll with this. I am, after all, an epic attention whore. But I have to object on principle.
‘You literally just told me you wouldn’t cockblock me.’
‘That was before I got you like this,’ he says. ‘You have zero leverage now, except your safeword. Besides, I don’t want to share you.’
‘You shared Marlowe,’ I hiss. ‘With Brendan.’
His face goes all stern and sexy. ‘Marlowe isn’t you.’
Oh, Jesus. For a woman who outright rejected his plea for exclusivity, even transactionally based exclusivity, my body has a funny way of reacting when he gets territorial. What an effective way for him to shut down the discussion.
I’m fully restrained now. I can twist my wrists inside their cuffs, but there’s no way I can pull my hands out. Looks like our tattooed helper here is a bit of a Boy Scout. The delicious reality of my position starts to sink in. My legs are spread wide enough for me to feel cool air on my pussy. My body is completely naked, completely exposed to everyone in the club like this. My nipples are tingling, my pussy is already throbbing in anticipation, and Ethan is looking at me like he doesn’t know where to begin. He takes a few steps back and rubs his hand along his jaw as he surveys me. He’s barely touched me, aside from that featherlight graze along my stomach and his very quick grope of my breasts, and already my entire body is alight.
Ethan turns to our host.
‘Get me a feather, would you?’
CHAPTER 26
Ethan
She’s breaking my brain.
Having turned up at Alchemy in the certain knowledge that she wouldn’t be happy to see me, I now somehow have my beautiful assistant shackled to a huge wooden cross for me to do with as I like.
The lushness of her naked body, spread-eagled like this, is quite extraordinary. Her olive skin and perfect tits and generously curved hips, and that red mouth, parted in aroused anticipation: every part of her screams ripeness and fertility and all those other things we’re hardwired to desire. Her black hair falls loosely around her shoulders, cascading down her arms, tendrils teasing her nipples. Her eyes are dark and sparkling with need as she waits for me to make my move.
It’s no surprise to anyone that we’re drawing a crowd.
She’sdrawing a crowd.
She’s magnificent.
It can’t be every night that these horny fuckers get to ogle a woman this spectacular, laid out for them in all her natural glory.
I twist the large white feather our host has given me between my fingers. It must be a foot long, its ends softly curling. It willdo perfectly. Last time I was here, a month or so ago, I saw a guy using a feather like this to tease the woman he had mounted on one of the crosses for his pleasure, and it seems my diabolical brain filed that tip away for future visits.
I am indescribably happy to be able to put his technique to good use tonight, and onSophia, of all people.
Without taking my eyes off her, I close the gap between us and press my body flush against hers. I can’t not. Every part of me is positively screaming to cover her. To know her like this. To enjoy her, just for a second, in a purely selfish way, before I give her all the things I know she wants tonight.
My lips find hers, and she opens for me immediately. Such a greedy, wanton little thing. She’s in the zone already. She’ll take whatever I give her. Our tongues dance desperately as I press my erection against her pelvic bone and my chest against hers. Where I’m hard and hungry and unyielding, she’s soft and pliant, her tits smushed against me like the perfect cushion.
I knew as soon as I saw her that a man could get lost in this body, couldperishin this body, and I was right.
With my free hand, I stroke along the side of her body, brushing over the velvet skin of her arm and the smooth niche of her armpit before caressing her waist. Her hip. I’m rutting into her, I realise. My dick has a mind of its own tonight. In return, she’s kissing me back like a woman possessed.
‘Do you like it like this?’ I murmur against her plush mouth. ‘Being tied up for me? Knowing you’re at my mercy? That all your pleasure depends on me?’
