Page 80 of The Thief
Icouldn’t believe the night was progressing the way it was. But I wasn’t complaining. Nobody had ever made me feel the way Tyler did. It was like he held the key to unlocking every single one of my fantasies, my passions, and he played my body like a fucking master. Twenty-six years old, and I’d never experienced orgasms as intensely as I did with him. I had a kid, for fuck’s sake, and I didn’t know it could feel like this. I thought Ava’s dad leaving had been a travesty all those years ago, that my life was over. I’d cried enough tears to fill an Olympic swimming pool, but it wasn’t tears of sorrow I was crying now. Oh no. It was tears of fucking joy. I think him leaving was the best thing that could’ve happened to me, because eventually, it led me back to Tyler.
Tyler took my hand, ready to lead me out of the communal room. I took one last glance at the scene playing out in themiddle of the room as we walked towards the door, watching the red-head as the two men moved her to lie on her side. The men sandwiched her with their naked bodies, then one slid his cock into her pussy while the other teased at her ass. Part of me wanted to stay and watch a little more. Double penetration. I’d seen it in porn films. Never in real life. Could I do something like that? I thought about it, but I wasn’t sure I wanted someone else to join us.
“Do you like that?” Tyler asked, leaning close to my ear to speak. “Would you want that to happen to you?”
“I’m not sure...” I bit my lip, and he went on.
“Not sure about what? Two men or two cocks inside you?”
“Two men,” I replied, and he wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me close to him.
“We don’t need another man to try it out. I have toys we can use so you can see if you like it.”
Images of Tyler sliding a vibrator into me and fucking me at the same time made my pussy clench with need.
Then nipping my earlobe, he added, “I don’t think I want to share you. I mean... I would... if it’s what you wanted... but I’d prefer to have you to myself.”
“I don’t like sharing,” I replied, turning my head to kiss him.
“Good,” he replied gruffly. “Because the thought of another man touching you is...” He shook his head as he pulled me towards the exit. “I don’t think I can finish that sentence without sounding like a caveman.”
The door closed behind us, and I gave a low laugh.
“Maybe I like cavemen,” I joked. “Go on, finish what you wanted to say.”
We stepped back into the main corridor, and he turned to stare down at me, his eyes feral as he growled, “The thought of another man touching you makes me want to cut his hands off, his tongue, and anything else he might try to use, and shove them up his ass.” He took a step forward as I stepped back to lean against the wall, then pressing his forehead against mine, he added, “You’re mine, Jess. Every delicious inch of you. And I. Don’t. Share.”
“I don’t share either,” I replied. “Now take me to a playroom and let me show you that you’re mine.”
His grin was wicked, almost demonic as he took a step back, grabbed my hand, and led me to the end of the corridor. Then he used his key card to open the door, leading us to another short hallway, much like the last one.
“Do you remember your safe word?” he asked as we approached the final door.
“Harder? Faster? Make me come?” I joked, and he smirked. “Don’t worry,” I added. “The last thing I’ll be watching tonight isfootball.” And he laughed, pushing the door to the playroom open.
I walked in and stood for a while, taking it all in. The lights in here were red, just like the last room, giving it a sensual, sexy vibe. Tyler let my hand go for a second to walk over to the music system in the corner and put on something that would set the mood. The heady tones ofMassive Attack’s ‘Teardrops’came through the speakers, and I smiled, walking forward and reaching out my hand to run it over the whips, riding crops, and paddles that were hanging on the wall to the left. I’d never used anything like that, but I trusted Tyler. I was in his hands tonight and willing to try anything.
I stopped and looked across the room, where a table was set up with a selection of vibrators and what looked like butt plugs, clit stimulators, clamps, the works. I was a little unsure about those, but when Tyler saw me looking, he said, “It’s all new. Never been used. Don’t panic. We take hygiene seriously. And you don’t have to try anything you don’t want to.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “I trust you.”
He walked slowly towards me as I glanced around at the black leather sofa, the padded bench, and a bed set against the far wall with four wooden posts at each end and a mattress made of leather. It was like something out of a wet dream, and I could barely breathe as I gazed around the room.
“We’ll take this at your pace, remember?” Tyler said as he came to stand in front of me. “Try not to freak out. Just breathe. If you want to leave, we can. We can go upstairs to my room, and...”
“No,” I interrupted him. “I want to stay in here. With you.”
He nodded and reached up to stroke his fingers down my cheek, then he stepped closer to me and took my face in his hands.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Jess.” He kissed my lips gently. “I want to make you feel beautiful tonight. I want to worship you.”
“I want that too,” I replied breathlessly, hardly able to form words.
“Then be a good girl and take your clothes off,” he commanded with a sexy smirk, stepping back and then sitting on the leather couch. He sat with his legs open and one arm resting on the back of the sofa as he watched me standing there. “I want to watch you. I want to see you naked.”
And I wanted to please him.
I reached behind me to pull down the zip of my dress, and then I shimmied out of it, letting the fabric fall to the floor, leaving me standing in front of him in my strapless black lace bra, my pussy bare and glistening for him.
