Page 9 of Beg Me
One week later, I arrive at Desire for the second time. Only it's for more than just a casual meeting. This time, I've agreed to play.
Energy buzzes through me as I enter through the double doors. My heart races, half from excitement and half from sheer nerves. The air hangs thick with a heady mix of leather, skin, and something electric. Dim lights cast shadows over people dressed in an array of daring outfits, some in sheer lace and others in sleek leather that hugs every curve.
I take a deep breath and glance down at my reflection in the mirror by the entrance. A hot pink body con dress clings to my skin. I changed my outfit at least twice before coming here. I couldn't decide on what was the most appropriate thing to wear to get fucked. Finally, I settled on this dress. It's bright and bold and hides nothing. Maybe it's symbolism for how I want to be. Unflinching in the truth of what I want.
“Damn,” Colt’s voice cuts through the crowd as he approaches, his presence commanding attention without effort. He wears a similar dark attire to what he was wearing last week, but tonight there’s an intensity in his gaze. His piercing gray eyes linger on me, and I feel like he can see right through me, pastmy curated exterior and deep into my chest, into who I really am beneath the persona I project.
“You look perfect.” His compliment hangs in the air like a spell, igniting something deep inside. Anticipation buzzes through my body and I'm fully aware we're only at the greeting stage of this evening. But I already want more.
“Thanks,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
He steps closer, our bodies nearly brushing against each other. “Ready?”
“I think so.” The words come out shaky, but excitement thrums beneath them.
“Good.” Colt pulls a small device from his pocket, a remote control vibe that looks deceptively innocent yet undeniably wicked.
I blink at it as he slips it into my palm.
“What’s this?” My heart skips.
“A little toy to enhance your experience tonight,” he says smoothly. “Put it on.”
Shock roots me to the spot. “Here? Now?” My mind races through possibilities. This is all so new and intense. And Colt is throwing me right into the deep end. Though, this is what I asked for. I want to be dominated. To be told what to do and to comply without question.
“Yes.” He leans closer, lowering his voice to an intimate murmur that sends shivers down my spine. “You trust me?”
His eyes hold mine captive; there’s no escaping the weight of his question.Trust.The word feels heavy.
I do trust him, though. As much as you can with someone you met on the internet. But Colt strikes me as someone trustworthy. He's taken this thing slowly with me and has made sure to set expectations. So I do trust that he won't hurt me.
I nod slowly.
“Good girl.” The praise wraps around me like silk, igniting a thrilling spark deep in my core.
Colt leads me into a dimly lit area near one of the couches draped with plush fabric. There’s a small space where I can momentarily hide myself from prying eyes while still being exposed enough to feel everything—the music thrumming through my veins and Colt's watchful gaze anchoring me.
I lift my skirt and fumble with the vibrator, heat flooding my cheeks again when the realization hits that I’m about to surrender even further than I ever thought possible.
One end slides into my already slick pussy while the other sits on my clit. Once it's in place, I pull my panties back over it. It feels liberating and terrifying all at once.
“Perfect,” Colt murmurs again, satisfaction lighting up his features.
I don’t know if it’s the toy, his words, or both that sends shivers racing down my spine. He raises an eyebrow and presses a button on the remote casually as we stand there. An unexpected pulse jolts through me, sharp yet deliciously teasing, and instinctively I let out a soft gasp.
Colt smirks at me as if he knows exactly what he just did. “Let’s see how long you can keep it together while we mingle.”
“Mingle?” Panic bubbles up within me. He expects me to talk to people while there's a vibrator in my panties? I'm already twitching, squeezing my legs together.
“It's a party, Tess.” He says tauntingly. “You didn't think we were going to sneak away and immediately give you an orgasm, did you?” He clicks his tongue. “No, pretty girl, I want to play first.”
My pulse quickens as adrenaline floods through me at those words, every nerve ending suddenly alive with anticipation and fear mingling together seamlessly in an intoxicating blend.
And for once, I want nothing more than to obey him completely.
FIVE
Colt steps closer, his breath warm against my ear. "Before we go any further, we need to establish a safe word."
