Page 64 of Stand Your Ground
“He’ll never know. And I’ve always wanted you. Haven’t you wanted me?”
“Always. He doesn’t deserve you. I’ll fuck you better than he ever has.”
The woman moaned, each word punctuating another article of clothing gone. But as if they were too desperate to wait, the man hiked the woman up against the wall with her dress still on, the fabric split open to expose her breasts. His pants were at his ankles, boxers caught at his knees as he pinned her to the wall and reached for his cock.
I knew the exact moment he thrust inside her because he groaned, and she gasped, and they stilled for a long moment before he started fucking her hard.
I slid my hand down Carter’s chest and over his dress slacks, gripping his erection through the fabric.
He sighed, his head falling back as he flexed into my touch. The sound of the other couple fucking filled the small, dark room we were in, and when Carter lifted his eyes to watch them again, I felt his cock pulse in my hand.
The couple inside the viewing room was quick. The man came first, and then he dropped to his knees and ate the woman out until she came, too. They finished their scene with giggles and kisses before they redressed and exited.
Moments later, the room was occupied again — this time by a woman and two men.
“You want to be inside me?” I asked Carter, nipping at his earlobe from behind as I squeezed his cock. Inside the room, the woman was pretending to be scared, like she was cornered by the two men who were hungrily moving in on her. “Then you need to learn what it means to be open. To surrender.”
Carter’s breath was more labored now, his heart pounding loud enough I could hear it where I stood behind him.
“Ask questions. Observe. Learn. Use them as an experiment and me as your professor.”
I began to unfasten his belt as the scene played out in front of us. The woman turned like she was going to run and escape, but before she could, one man snatched her by the waist and lifted her. The other grabbed her kicking feet and restrained her, and then they tossed her onto the bed.
Carter stilled. “Is she okay?”
“She is perfectly safe and okay. This is all consensual. Everyone here is vetted, and everyone has their safe words in order.”
He relaxed a bit with that, and I continued to work his pants open enough that I could reach him.
“That’s a friend of mine. Her name is Cami. She likes consensual non-consent play, or CNC. It’s a safe way for her to play out a fantasy, and it’s completely normal.”
Carter nodded, and when the men inside the room started to roughly undress Cami and force her to touch and taste them, I pulled Carter’s cock from his pants.
I stroked him lightly at first, using the precum gathered at the tip to lube him and play. When I tightened my grip a little, he flexed into the touch.
“Do you have a fantasy, Carter?”
“Fucking you in this room.”
I chuckled in his ear. “What if I told you I plan to let you fuck me tonight?”
His cock jumped in my hands. “Liv…”
“But first, I want you to surrender. Tell me your fantasies, Carter.”
His eyes creaked open again, locking on the people inside the room. One of the men was sliding his cock between Cami’s feet while the other watched her give him head.
“I… I don’t know,” Carter panted.
“Sure, you do. What do you search when you watch porn?”
He wet his lips when I started stroking him in a smoother rhythm, his breath short. “Uh…”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Name one thing.”
“Deep throat.”
I smirked against his shoulder. “Mmm… does it turn you on to think about fucking my throat, Rook?”
