A glance around confirmed his words. All over the room, creamy white breasts and erect cocks were being bared as people came together in twos or threes. Skin met skin, and hands roamed and stroked, eliciting moans of pleasure.
“Can’t we just observe?” The decadent sight was making her a bit dizzy, it was so surreal.
“The last thing we want to do is stand out because we’re not participating,” he said reasonably. “Don’t be fooled into thinking he’s not watching you. If he sees you’re coming around to his side, he’ll be satisfied for now.”
“This must be easy for you by now.”
“Survival is never easy.” Moving close, he nuzzled her neck. “Relax and let me take care of you.”
His lips were warm and pleasant, and his seductive skills were apparent. She might have succumbed to the sensations were it not for feeling so conspicuous among these people. As though she were a lamb in a room full of lions. This was much different than the scene at Blaze’s club — she was an unwilling captive here, not a loyal sub.
“I can’t do this,” she hissed, pushing at his chest. “Not here. I don’t care what he does to me.”
“Stay calm,” he said in a low voice, his body as unmovable as a boulder. “Unless you want to get us both killed before the night is over.”
“That might be preferable to giving in to his sick games.”
J.C. gave her an inscrutable look and finally relented. “All right, let me see what I can do. Wait here.”
She made herself as unnoticeable as possible beside a large ficus tree while her protector crossed the room to speak to Dietz. The boss threw J.C. a glare at being interrupted, his eyes narrowing as the other man spoke. Dietz’s gaze found Emma’s across the distance, and she suppressed a shiver even when he nodded to approve whatever J.C. had suggested.
The implication was clear — her refusal to completely abide by Dietz’s rules had endangered both her and J.C.
Her companion strode back to her and took her hand, tugging her toward a nearby doorway. He led her through it and down a short corridor, then through another door to a small room that looked like some sort of library. J.C. switched on a table lamp, which bathed the space in dim light. The sounds of the party could still be heard, but barely. The distance went a long way toward soothing her nerves, as did his palms rubbing her shoulders.
“Better?” he asked softly.
“Yes. But far from ideal.”
“I know.” He pulled her against his chest and spoke quietly in her ear. “He has cameras everywhere, Emma. He’s suspicious now, so if we don’t play along, he’ll find out before the night is over. He’ll realize I’m helping you, and we’ll both be history.”
“Wh-what do I do?”
“Focus on nothing but me. My hands and the pleasure I can bring you. Pretend if you need to that you’re somewhere else, that I’m the man you love,” he whispered. “Is there someone, pretty girl?”
“Yes.” She leaned into him.
“Do you love him?”
The helpless noise in her throat was all the answer he required.
“Will he blame you for this?”
“No.” Blaze wasn’t that kind of man.
“Then do what you must to get home to him.”
The arousal Emma had been battling ever since her interrupted daydreaming session earlier washed over her, carrying her away like a leaf on a rushing river. J.C. parted her blouse and cupped her breasts, testing their fullness. His thumbs grazed the sensitized tips, and she arched into him with a groan. So needy.
“You’re beautiful,” he praised. Bending over, he licked one pouty nipple, teasing it. Then he suckled it for several delicious moments before turning his attention to the other.
By the time he raised his head she was lost to the wickedness, ready to do whatever he wanted. Was this her submissive side coming to the fore? She didn’t know, only that his tugging her to the floor to kneel between his feet felt natural. So did freeing the buttons on his leathers, parting the fly, and lifting out his cock and balls.
His erection was big, veined, and gorgeous, the balls heavy. What little body hair he had was nicely manscaped, with only a patch of brown above his cock. The bulbous tip was leaking pre-cum, and she spread the little pearl with her finger, liking how he sucked in a sharp breath and gazed at her, his face etched with desire.
“Suck me, Emma.”
Teasing him, she licked and nuzzled his balls first, taking them in her mouth and rolling them around. She loved the delicate texture, how a powerful man was always reduced to a puddle when being licked and sucked. As if he was the slave instead.
Her tongue traced a path up the ridge under his cock to the head, where she licked away the salty drops. Finally, she took pity and suckled the head for a moment, then deep-throated him to the balls.
“Ah, fuck! God yes, girl. Suck my cock, do it.”
She began to work him hard, using her throat muscles to massage his length. One strong hand dug through her hair and clasped her head, urging her on. Fucking her mouth with short thrusts until he urged her to stop.
“You’re going to make me come, and I want to be inside you when I do.”
Pulling off him, she watched, mesmerized, as he removed his shoes and ankle holster, placing them close at hand. He stood and pushed his leathers past his hips and off, dropping them to the floor. His shirt went next, and he was completely naked. A god.
“Your turn,” he said, grinning.
Feeling self-conscious, she resolved to follow this through. She let her blouse slide off and stood to remove her shoes and pants as well. They joined his, and she waited, hoping he liked what he saw.
“Stunning underneath the clothing as well.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. Now brace yourself on the side of the sofa right here, bend over, and spread your legs, sweetheart.”
She did, hyperaware of being exposed. Vulnerable. His for the taking in this wicked place, where nothing mattered at the moment except slaking their lust.
“Look at you,” he murmured, smoothing his hand over one ass cheek. Dipping his fingers between her pussy lips. “So pretty, your pink pussy already wet and aching to be filled. You want that, don’t you? My cock buried in your sweet channel?”
“Yes, please.” God, she burned.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me, J.C. Deep and hard, please!”
He removed his fingers and in seconds she heard a package crinkle. Then one hand rested on her hip as he steadied himself and brought the head of his cock to her opening with the other. He pushed inside and they groaned together, electrified by their joining as he slid deeper. And deeper still until he was seated groin to ass and held there, allowing the sensation to heighten.
Gripping her hips, he began to move, taking her in slow thrusts. Out, to the head and in again, so deep and so good. Filling her over and over, the strokes becoming increasingly faster and harder.
“Oh, yeah. Such a hot, tight pussy.”
“Fuck me harder!”
He obliged, slammed into her, flesh slapping in rapid tempo, gripping her so hard that he’d likely leave a few bruises. She loved it, feeling free. Naughty.
As he pushed them higher, she began to unravel, the tight ball of ecstasy blooming until she couldn’t contain the explosion. “Oh, God, yes!”
“Shit…” One last thrust and he buried himself deep, cock jerking as he filled her with warmth.
She spasmed around his length, and he laid his head on her shoulder as the euphoria faded, leaving a nice fuzzy glow in its wake. After a few moments he withdrew and helped her straighten, kissing her cheek.
“I’m thinking it will be safe to return you to your room. He’s seen us, and he’ll know you were in here with
