Hell, he was going to break his oath to deny her sex and probably before the night was through. She was too tempting and he wanted her too much and he could deny her nothing.
Leaning against the Plexiglas wall while she watched the crowds below, he watched her, loving how expressive her face was, her brilliant smile and sparkling eyes. She wasn’t looking around the VIP room to see who was up there with them and that alone sent a burst of warmth through his chest, especially since Nolan Mars had made his way up there at some point while Flynn was in the bathroom. The bastard was watching Flynn with predatory hunger that caused the possessive monster deep within Winter to pound its chest and prowl in its cage. It wanted Winter to claim Flynn in the most primal way possible, to show the world that she was his and no pretty-boy actor was ever going to turn her head.
As she sipped on her third glass of champagne, already tipsy on her heels, Flynn turned her head and smiled at him, “It’s so strange seeing them dance to music that isn’t playing. They look a little silly, don’t they?”
“Do you want to hear the music?” he asked, raising his hand to summon the waitress if necessary.
She shook her head, a strand of hair falling from the sloppy bun that was on top of her head, “No, I much prefer being able to hear you.” Looking at him, trying for seductiveness even though she still looked far too innocent, she purred, “Would you like me to dance for you?”
“Sure,” he grunted, trying to keep his tone cool and unaffected. It was an effort in futility because all she had to do was look at him and he was affected and right now, wearing that tight little dress, she was making him want all sorts of naughty things. His cock had been hard since the moment he arrived at her doorstep, barely abating the entire time he had been with her.
Maybe they could find a private room or a hidden nook and he could give into his inner beast, screw his vow to withhold intercourse from her.
Setting the glass down, she turned to face him with a sexy grin and he wished she wasn’t wearing the damned mask because he wanted to see her entire face. The heightened color along her throat was the only indication that she was slightly intoxicated and a little self-conscious. Slowly, she began to gyrate her lithe body, oblivious to anyone else in the room as she kept her eyes locked on his. Sliding her hands into her hair, she closed her eyes and lost herself in the music that was playing in her head.
His body tightened and if she so much as brushed her hand over his dick he would go off like a fucking geyser but he couldn’t move, entranced by her sweet seduction. He was unable to tear his eyes away from her as she slowly bent her knees and shimmied her fanny until she was practically sitting on the ground and then undulating back up to a standing position.
Her eyes opened then, staring deeply into his soul and ensnaring an essential part of his being. She sauntered forward, swaying her hips from side to side until she was pressed against the front of his body. There was no hiding the state of his arousal from her, not that he had any chance when she ran her slender hand over the length of his erection and looked up at him with languid eyes. “Will you really deny me for an entire week?”
“No,” he rumbled, the word almost beastly in nature. Putting his hand over hers, he thrust his cock against her palm and closed his eyes as pleasure shot up his spine. “And if you’re not careful, I’ll take you right here in front of the audience.”
“There’s no one here but you,” she asserted, holding his eyes while giving his dick a gentle squeeze.
He nodded to the small group behind them, a rueful smile on his lips, “Sweetheart, we’re not alone.”
Leaning closer, she went up on her toes as her breasts flattened against his chest. Holding onto his shoulders for support, she put her lips near his ear and whispered, “I know.”
Why was she taunting him with his darkest fantasies? Did she have no sense of self-preservation? His fingers gripped her elbows to keep from tossing her down right then and there and fucking her on the filthy floor. Staring down at her, he breathed in her slight musk as her chest heaved against his chest and her pulse fluttered madly along her throat, as her breaths sawed in and out of her parted lips. She was aroused and nervous and he wanted to know what she was going to do next.
He had to will his fingers to let her go and when he did, he leaned back and watched. He wanted to see if she’d actually go through with it because the thought of fucking her in front of an audience, of laying claim to her luscious body so no other man would dare touch her, did impossibly dark things to his state of mind. He could feel the savage, primal man roaring to life within him and if she wasn’t careful, she was going to unleash the demon and then she would pay with her delectable body.
Nervously glancing around, she snagged yet another a glass of champagne and slammed it down before she gave him a slight smile. Taking a deep breath, she twisted her body until her fingers were on the zipper at the side of her dress and she slowly started to pull it down. His eyes went wide and his contacts just about popped out as he realized her intent. As badly as he wanted to see her undressed, they weren’t alone! And she was standing in front of the Plexiglas and if some lucky bastard were to look up, he’d see her, see what was his. In a low, feral growl, he rasped, “Flynn.”
“Beauty,” she corrected, tugging the zipper down and letting the yellow dress fall to the floor. Her torso was encased in a pale yellow corset that plumped up her perfect breasts and nipped in her slender waist and she was about the sexiest damn thing he had ever seen in his life. Stepping out of the pile of material, still wearing her heels, she turned and pressed her palms against the glass so that her ass was facing him, beckoning him. Looking at him over her shoulder, she purred, “I wore the panties with you in mind. The material rips easily.”
He was vibrating with need but he held himself still as he rumbled, “You don’t want to do this.”
The side of her mouth quirked upwards in a half-smile as she said, “I do.”
He lurched forward, uncoordinated with a penis the size of a fucking baseball bat, he pressed his body against the length of her back and breathed into her ear, “People are watching. Are you sure?”
She glanced past him and as color crept up her throat to beneath the mask, she swallowed audibly. He was prepared to wrap her back up in her dress and hurry her out of there but then her eyes met his and she steadily held his gaze and it was his turn to swallow. Desire burned hot and bright in the dark depths and he nearly died when she said, “Yes.”
Curling his fingers into the material at her waist, he bent his head until his mouth was next to her ear. Thrusting against her ass, letting her feel the strength of his carnal hunger, he hissed, “Last warning, sweetheart.”
Her eyelids fluttered closed and her lips parted, “Please.”
Uncurling his hand, he gave an open-handed swat to her ass, making her yelp and yanking her from her aroused trance. When she let out a low moan, he was fucking lost. “No regrets?”
“Never,” she breathed, arching her back even more and pressing her sweet ass against his painfully hard erection. Gently, he caressed her ass for a moment before letting his hand fly again, spanking her with a loud smack. Her eyes rolled back and a low groan eased past her lips, “Wi… Beast, please.”
Even lost in arousal, she remembered not to use his name. Perhaps she wasn’t as aroused as she could be, not that he wanted her screaming out Winter because he was supposed to be in Georgia. It’s what made it possible to take her to the masquerade and not worry about being discovered. He just hadn’t counted on her being the fulfilment of all of his deepest, darkest fantasies. Reaching between her thighs, beneath the flimsy panties, he slid a finger into her wet pussy, groaning at the feel of her slick heat.
As he brought his fingers up to his lips to taste her honeyed musk, he used his other hand to tear the fragile material from her body, exposing her from the waist down. Her breath hitched in her throat as she watched him licking his fingers and he wanted to punish her for making h
im lose control.
Reaching down, he gathered some more moisture and then slipped his wet fingers between her pretty lips, shuddering as she held his eyes and sucked the fingers into her mouth. As soon as she licked her arousal from his fingers, he went back for more. Only this time, he slid his hand around to her back side and slowly rubbed the tight rosette of her ass, feeling her body tremble. “I’m going to fuck you with my finger tonight, Fl… Beauty, but the next time I am going to use something a little bigger.”
“Not your cock?” she rasped, rocking her butt against his finger.
He chuckled darkly, “I wish, but no, not yet.”
With that, he slid his slick finger into the tight hole, pushing past the resisting flesh until he was buried to his second knuckle. She was breathing rapidly through parted lips and her head fell back against his chest, exposing the slender column of her throat. He wanted to mark her as he punished her, lay claim to her and show her that she was his.
Slowly, he eased the finger out and pushed it back in, loving the little hitch in her breathing, the shiver that moved through her body. He desperately wanted to push two fingers into her tight ass but she wasn’t ready so he kept working the single finger in and out, knowing that one day she’d take his entire dick. Pressing his nose against the curve of her neck, breathing in her sweet scent, he growled, “I want to take you over to the table and lay you out like a fucking pagan sacrifice. I want them to watch and see you when you come and know that you are mine.”
“Yessss,” she moaned on an exhalation of breath.
Pulling his finger from her ass, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the nearest table, which happened to be the table that Nolan Mars and his entourage were occupying. Without taking his eyes from Flynn’s face, he growled, “Move.”
The girls all scattered but Nolan remained where he was with a cocky smile on his smug face as he leaned back in the chair, “I intend on enjoying the show.”
Winter arched an eyebrow in silent question because if Flynn was willing, he’d fuck her in front of a hundred men. When she lowered her lashes in acquiescence, he gently placed her on the table, kissing her forehead as he stepped between her pretty legs. Tugging at the fastenings of his pants, he tore his jeans open and released his aching dick, rubbing it along her damp folds a few times until she arched her back and nearly wailed, “Please!”
Hooking her knees over his elbows and spreading her wide, he slowly, oh so slowly, pushed into her, watching her neck strain as she silently begged for more. Hoarsely, he ordered, “Release your pretty breasts, love.”
With shaking hands, she lowered the zipper of her corset, stopping at her sternum. Holding his eyes, she slid her hands into the corset and beneath her breasts and drew them out, offering him the two succulent orbs with a sultry pout. Slamming into her, feeling her body bow beneath his, he bent over her and took a hard nipple into his mouth. Holding the hard nub with his teeth, he rasped, “Put your hands above your head and hold onto the edge of the table. I’m going to fuck you to within an inch of your life.”
Her arms reached up and she curled her hands around the table’s lip, smiling up at him with a combination of innocence and vixen. The look made him pause and think about what he was doing with her, what he had done to her. She had been a girl of limited experience before he drew her into his shadowy world and now she was naked and spread before him in the middle of a popular club and it had only taken a few weeks to push her this far. She was so eager to please and he could easily take advantage of her and do irreparable harm. Could he live with himself if he broke her?
Could he let her go to keep her safe? Or was it too late for him, for both of them?
“What’s wrong?” she asked, knowing him better than anyone had ever known him, making him uneasy. She held his heart in the palm of her hands and she didn’t even realize it.
Trying to figure it out in his head before he did any more damage, he rasped, “Give me a moment.”
Instead of obeying him, she squeezed his dick with her amazing pussy and he nearly blew his load before he even began. His brain short-circuited and the philosophical debate he was having with himself vanished in a puff of smoke. Hovering over her, he glared, “I said give me a moment, my little Temptress.”
“Sorry,” she panted, not very repentant as she arched her back and took him deeper. Her eyes rolled back in genuine pleasure and when she spoke, it came out as a breathy moan. “It’s just that you feel so good. And I like the thought of being fucked by a beast.”
For a moment he didn’t understand her words, if she was referring to his slovenly desires or the fact that he was fucking her in public. But then he remembered the mask and grimaced. He wanted to be making love to her as a man, not a beast and yet if he was there without the mask, she wouldn’t be sprawled naked beneath him, moaning and begging him to fuck her. Well, if she wanted a beast, he would be a beast.
With her legs in his arms, he leaned over her, spreading her legs about as far apart as they could go. If he was in a generous mood, her flexibility would impress him but at the moment he didn’t give a fuck. He wanted to possess her body and soul, to mark her as his. “Turn your head to the side… no the other side.”
He waited until she followed his direction, her eyes widening as she found herself staring directly at Nolan Mars. The little prick had his dick out and he was stroking it, his eyes never leaving Flynn’s masked face. Ignoring the actor, Winter concentrated on Flynn, on driving her as mad as she drove him. Letting the leg closest to the other man fall to the table exposing their joining to Nolan’s eyes, Winter dragged his freed hand up her body, tweaking her nipple before lightly wrapping his fingers around her throat. Her pulse fluttered frantically beneath his touch and it was all he could do to keep his strokes slow and steady when he wanted to hurl his body into the flames and burn the club down.
In a low, provocative voice, he crooned, “Look at how he watches you, Beauty. Look at the hunger in his eyes.”
Her breasts rose and fell as she tried to turn her face away from Nolan but he grabbed her cheeks and made her look at the other actor as he slowly moved inside of her. “Look at how his hand moves over his dick, Beauty. He’s imagining sticking that little prick inside of you, love. He wants to be where I’m standing, to be fucking you in my place.”
She tried to shake her head, to turn away, but he wouldn’t let her. Tightening his fingers until her pulse thudded firmly against his fingers, he kept her face towards Nolan. Bending his head, gently caressing the throat that he held, he took a swollen nipple into his mouth and lightly nipped it before soothing it with his tongue. Her pulse trebled and he did it again to her other breast. “He wants to suck on these sweet nipples, to draw them into his mouth until they are pulsing with blood. He wants to thrust into you, over and over, to bend you over the table and fuck you until you beg him to stop. But it’s not going to happen.”
He finally released her and her eyes flew to his, glazed and lost in pleasure. Thrusting deeply, he rumbled, “Because you’re mine, Flynn. No one else is going to touch you. Ever.”
Her eyes opened wide and he realized what he called her. He used her name. There was nothing he could do about it now except hope Nolan had been too lost in his own lust to hear him. Capturing her lips, his tongue stole into her mouth and silenced her before she could speak.
Once she had been kissed back to her sexual trance, he stood up so he could watch her body as he ravaged her pussy. With her hands over her head, her breasts bounced with each hard thrust, the rounded boobs jiggling enticingly. The natural flesh moved in a way that fake breasts never could and he fucked her harder just to see them bounce. Once again, she clamped down on his dick and his brain just about burst. Her body tightened and she came with a silent scream, milking his cock for all its worth. And he lost control, thrusting uncontrollably until he stiffened, filling her with his seed, claiming her.
Collapsing on her body, he felt her arms go around his should
ers. Softly, her hands moved over his back, stroking him, as a little hum of contentment came from the back of her throat. There was a slight sound and he turned his head in time to see the little prick holding his dick in his hand and moving it closer to Flynn’s ripe mouth. A feral snarl exploded from the back of Winter’s throat and the color actually drained from Nolan Mars’s face as the man held up his hands and sat back down, his dick almost purple.
“Where did you find such an exquisite creature?” Nolan asked, stroking his cock since it was glaringly obvious he wasn’t going to find release in Flynn. “Did you get her from Jezebel’s?”
“She’s not a whore,” Winter thundered. “She’s mine.”
“Look, I can have any woman I want,” Nolan grinned, full of piss and swagger. Nodding towards Flynn who watched him with dispassionate eyes, he continued, “I can have her.”
Flynn’s arms tightened but he pressed a soft kiss to her lips and slipped out of her embrace. Gently, he straightened her corset until her beautiful breasts were once again covered before he took care of his spent penis. Gathering up Flynn’s dress, he carefully pulled it over her body, making sure she was covered, comfortable, before facing Nolan. Shrugging his broad shoulders, Winter gave the boy a pitying smile, “Ask her.”
“I’m his,” Flynn said with utter conviction before Nolan could even take a breath to ask the question. Sitting up on the table, looking delightfully disheveled and incredibly young, she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and repeated herself and in that moment she looked so incredibly beautiful. “I’m his.
“What, does he own you?” Nolan sneered.
“Yes,” she said easily. Looking up at Winter with all of her generous love in her warm eyes, she reached up and cupped his cheek and gave him a tremulous smile. “Heart, mind, body and soul.”
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