“No.”
“Good.” She ran her hand along smooth wood of the cross. “Now I’m not saying I wouldn’t want to try it sometime, but that’s not my fantasy.”
He watched her circle the room. He knew the cabinets next to him would be stocked with toys and other equipment like floggers and vibrators, blindfolds and handcuffs. He didn’t open any of the drawers. They didn’t need toys tonight.
Of course, Piper stopped in front of a CD player mounted in the wall. She flipped through a selection of discs on the shelf beside it and chose one, popping it into the player. Sensual instrumental music, heavy on the bass, soared through hidden speakers.
She stood there, on the other side of the room, and swished her hips to the beat of the music. He swallowed and prayed for patience when all he wanted to do was grab her and take her on that big bed, even though she’d wrung him dry not that long ago.
“Piper.” His voice sounded rough. “Come here, babe.”
“I’m still trying to decide what fantasy this room is for.” She turned to look at him, her movements smooth and graceful. She’d told him she’d studied dance when she was younger and he could see it in every move she made. “Are you finally going to tell me?”
He had to get his hands on her. “Yes. Come here.”
A sly, half-smile lifted her lips. “Okay.” She slowly sauntered around the bed until she stopped in front of him. “Hi.”
“Hey, babe.” He pulled her into his arms and brushed his lips over hers. She sighed and pressed into him, molding her soft body to his.
“Did I ever tell you that you’re a great kisser?” she asked.
“No.” He was a little surprised. He’d never put a whole lot of thought into kissing. As far as he was concerned, it was just a prelude of things to come.
“Well, you are,” she said, threading her fingers through his hair. “Kiss me again.”
Ben ran his tongue across her slick pink lips. She tasted so sweet. But a taste wasn’t enough. Never enough. He pressed against the seam of her lips and she opened to him. When he plunged his tongue into her mouth, Piper moaned and leaned into him. She started to suck greedily on his tongue, and each pull caused his cock to throb in a matching rhythm.
His heart raced; his breathing kicked up too. There wasn’t anything better than the feel of her body stretched along his, her softness cradling his hardness. Except when his cock was buried deep inside her. And if they didn’t slow things down just a bit, this evening was going to be over real quick. She didn’t need another quickie. He let up his grip on her shoulders and they broke apart. Her breathing was just as ragged as his.
Whatever made him think a quickie in her apartment would make any difference in the way he wanted her now?
“Off,” she demanded and tugged his shirttails out of his trousers. He helped her with the buttons and shrugged out of the shirt.
“So are we just going to screw around or what?” she asked. “’Cuz I’m getting that itch between my toes again if you know what I mean.”
Yeah, he knew. She reached for his belt and Ben stopped her hands with his own. They were usually equals when it came to controlling their sex play, but tonight he was going to direct the action.
“Wait,” he said.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and curious. He led her over to the deep gold curtains that covered one entire wall. He placed his hands on her shoulders and moved her to the center of the space, facing the curtain. “You wanted to know what this room is for? What fantasy you can live out in here?”
Piper nodded and without a sound watched as he walked to the corner of the room and pulled on the cord. The curtains parted smoothly, silently, revealing a mirror that covered the entire wall from floor to ceiling, from one corner to the other. He met Piper’s confused gaze in the mirror.
“Some people like to watch. Some people like to be watched.” He came up behind her and slid his arms around her, pulling her against him so that her ass rubbed against his aching cock. “And I know you like it, babe. You like to be watched.”
Her eyes widened and she might have tried to back up, but he was pressed up against her and she couldn’t move. “This is a two-way mirror?” She stared into the mirror as if she was trying to see through to the other side. “There’s someone on the other side watching us?”
“Your fantasy, right? I know you like to be looked at.” He slid his hands up to her breasts and squeezed. “If you’ve got it, flaunt it.”
She pulled away from him and he dropped his arms. “Do you like it?” She turned to look at him through narrowed eyes. This didn’t look good. “Do you like to watch me?”
“You know I do.”
She circled him until he was the one in full view and she was standing behind him. “But do you like to be watched?” Her voice had a little edge to it. She reached around him and cupped his cock with her hand. He tried not to jump through the ceiling when she squeezed. “Because you’re gonna be putting on a show tonight too.”
Ben didn’t answer. He hadn’t thought about that. Hadn’t thought about anything but Piper getting her exhibitionism out of her system. How did he feel about someone else watching him get it on with his girlfriend? His cock jerked against her hand.
She dropped her grip on his goods and walked away from him, crossed the room, as if she needed a little distance. From the mirror? Or from him? He watched her pace for a moment, the twitch of her hips teasing him, driving him more than a little crazy.
Was she going to call a halt to things? Had he crossed the line? “Piper, we can close the curtains if it makes you uncomfortable. It was just an idea.”
She stared at him from across the mattress. She nodded toward the mirror. He couldn’t decipher the expression on her face. “Is there really someone watching us?”
He shrugged, trying to make it seem as if it was no big deal, but he didn’t fool Piper and he didn’t fool himself. “They booked the room. I assume they’re in there.” Who was on the other side of the mirror? Some horny guy who hadn’t gotten any in a long time? No, Paolo had said it was a couple. Did they like to watch through the window as if this was their own private porn movie?
“Then we better give them their money’s worth.”
“Shit, Piper, don’t make it sound like we’re here because someone wants to watch a show. We’re here because you want to put on a show.”
“Is that what you think I want?”
The question didn’t come out cocky or sassy. Her voice was soft, her expression serious. And if he didn’t know better, he’d think she was hurt. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. But just as quickly the look was gone. She turned away from him.
Ben watched as Piper sauntered up to the mirror. “This is just like dance class. All that’s missing is the barre.”
She swayed her hips in beat to the music throbbing through the speakers. Her lips lifted into a seductive smile he could see reflected in the mirror. She swept her hands down her sides, skimming her fingers along the slight curve of her breasts, down her ribs and over the hips that hadn’t stopped swaying.
She caught his appreciative gaze in the mirror. From his vantage point, he could see everything about her. Her firm ass shifted beneath the silky skirt. He clenched his fingers as he thought about sweeping his hands over the soft cheeks again. He wondered if they still stung a little from the spanking he’d given her. How soon would it be before he could delve between the cheeks, tease the tight hole, finger the slick flesh between her thighs?
And he would. But he could wait for now. He could see his own reflection behind Piper’s. He was naked to the waist. Even from this distance, he could see the bulge in the front of his trousers. His cock ached with the never-ending need to plunge deep into her wet heat.
Even though her back was facing him, he could see the front of her just as clearly in the mirror. She appeared to be staring straight through the two-way mirror, focusing on the invisible audience, but he thought she might have actuall
y been looking at him. Holding his gaze, she curled her fingers into each side of her skirt and dragged the fabric up her thighs, still moving her body in time with the music.
He swallowed, his head pounding and his pulse racing. The skirt rode higher and higher on her undulating hips. She gave him a too-brief glimpse of her bare pussy in the mirror before she grinned and dropped the skirt. Shit. She still hadn’t put on any underwear.
He reached her in an instant, wrapped his arms around her, slid his hands up to cup her breasts again. He watched their reflections as Piper reached up and behind her to comb her fingers through his hair. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands. They were so close to the mirror, his knuckles brushed the cool surface of the glass.
Piper turned her head and pulled his down to meet her. Their lips met, slipping and sliding against each other. A small moan escaped her lips and she nipped his lower lip with her teeth. The sharp bite sent a spike of arousal though his already stimulated body. Shit, this was crazy. What were they doing here? What had he been thinking?
Enough. He had to get this sexy dress off her. He needed skin and lots of it. Ben bent over and kissed the back of her neck, nipping at the tender skin, licking that length of sexy spine that started beneath the pink hair and ran down between her taut shoulder blades until it disappeared beneath the silver silk. Ben dropped to his knees and pulled the zipper down, revealing the small of her back and then the upper curve of her bare ass.
“Oh babe,” he groaned.
So gracefully, she arched her back, her arms stretched out behind her. The skinny straps slid down her arms and the dress slithered over her curves and puddled at her feet. She stepped out of the fabric and kicked it away. The firm cheeks of her fabulous ass stared him in the face. They were barely pink. He couldn’t resist dropping a kiss on her saucy tattoo. He drew in a deep breath and took in the musky scent of her arousal.
Yeah. This turned her on.
He stood, sweeping his hands along her bare skin as he rose to his feet behind her. “Look at you,” he said, catching her gaze in the mirror. “Look at how beautiful you are.” He rested his chin on the top of her head. “Look at what they see through the glass. That pretty pussy all wet and shiny. Your big blue eyes and bright pink lips. Your perfect breasts, the nipples all tight and puckery.” He flicked his fingers across the tips. “I love them that way. I bet they do too. I bet they want to know what your breasts feel like. They probably want to know if you’ll gasp when I do this.” He took each nipple between a thumb and finger and rolled the sensitive flesh between them. Of course, she gasped. She always did. Her nipples were so sensitive he’d learned it didn’t take much to make her respond.
“Can they hear us?” she whispered. Her voice was already that breathy mix of passion and excitement. He pinched her nipples and her fingers curled at her side.
“No.” He nipped her ear. “They can only watch.” He slid his hands down to cup her pussy. The wet heat moistened his palm. “They can only see me touching you.” His fingers slid easily through her slick folds. “I love touching you. Your soft skin. Your hot pussy. Your tasty lips.”
“Mmm.” Piper turned around in his arms and he captured her lips with his. He’d never get enough of her sweet taste.
Ben groaned as she rubbed her body against his, like a sensual cat, petting herself against him. He pulled her tighter and pressed his aching cock along her stomach. “Oh God, Piper, I need to be inside you. I need to fuck you now.”
“Not yet,” she said, slipping away from him. “I think they should have to wait a little longer. Build up some anticipation.”
Ben groaned as he let her go. Was she talking about the audience? Or about him? “Babe, I think I’ve had about all the anticipation I can stand.”
She shook her head slowly as she brushed her lips across his. “Are you kidding? We’re just getting started.”
She sauntered over to the bed and stood at one corner, in front of one of those poles that reached from floor to ceiling. She slid her hands up the pole, until she was stretched long and lean against the smooth wood. Her breasts jutted out from either side, the nipples tight and as tempting as fresh berries. Her slender thighs were taut and firm. She rose up onto her toes as she stretched even farther.
She swayed her body to the beat of the music while she lowered herself back down onto her heels. But she didn’t stop there. She kept her body moving as she dropped down into a crouch. Her thighs parted, giving him a quick look at her glistening pussy. Her ass nearly brushed the floor. It probably would have if she hadn’t been wearing those heels. Ben barely breathed as he watched her ride the pole back up. And back down. And back up again.
He silently crossed the floor until he was close enough to touch her. But he didn’t, even though he wanted to. He ached with the rhythm of the music. He yearned with each peek of her pussy, each bounce of her breasts. She glanced at the mirror and smiled. He let her put on her show.
Then she stopped moving, caught his eye and winked. Still clasping the pole, she lowered her hands to waist height. Still on her toes, she pushed out her luscious ass behind her as she slowly bent at the waist. Oh man, he wanted to plunge into her. Take her from behind and bury his aching cock into her soft heat. He fumbled with the button of his jeans, the tight zipper.
He couldn’t get rid of his clothes fast enough.
“Not so fast,” she called out. “Slow down a little so the audience can enjoy your strip show.” She straightened, her gaze hot and eager. “And me. I want to enjoy it too.”
Shit, he’d forgotten all about the people watching them. But obviously Piper hadn’t.
He hesitated with his hand on his zipper. Did he really want to strip naked in front of strangers? Whatever made him think this was a good idea?
“Don’t make me wait, lover,” Piper said softly, her voice deeper than he’d heard it before. “I didn’t mean it. I don’t want you to go slow. I want to see you now.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. He stripped off his shoes, socks, pants and underwear as fast as he could. Now it was Piper who was watching. Her hands were still tightly grasping the pole. Her gaze was so intense he swore he could feel the strokes along his skin. She dropped her hands, made to step toward him, but he suddenly held up his hand to stop her.
“Dance for me, Piper.”
She stared at him for a moment and then slowly nodded. “For you.”
Ben fisted his cock as he watched her ride the pole. She caught his gaze and smiled. She wound her body gracefully around the pole, never breaking eye contact. This time she wasn’t dancing for the audience. This time she was doing it for him.
As he watched her pole dance, he worked his cock with his hand. He couldn’t help it. It was impossible to ignore the throbbing anymore. Piper raised her leg, ran it over the pole, giving him another glimpse of her pussy. He groaned, grasping his aching erection tighter than he should have. He winced and wrenched his gaze away from her tempting body.
And caught a glimpse of their bodies in the mirror. It was almost as if he was looking at some other man and woman. Lots of bare skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. The graceful woman dancing. The horny man beating his dick. But their expressions… He hadn’t expected the raw desire that was clear on both their faces.
“That’s so hot,” Piper said on a ragged moan. “I love to see you working your cock like that.” She let go of the pole and step by slow, sensual step crossed the floor until she was standing in front of him. “You’re driving me crazy.” She sank to her knees before him and took his throbbing cock out of his hand and into hers. “You’ve been teasing me with this gorgeous cock.” She ran her wet tongue along the length of him and he sucked in his breath. “It’s my turn to enjoy.”
Then he was in heaven as Piper closed her lips around his aching erection and sucked him deep into her wet, hot mouth. Ben wanted to close his eyes, wanted to focus on nothing but the ecstasy he was experiencing. But he glanced down at the
sight of Piper on her knees, her slick pink lips sliding along his dark cock, her wide eyes looking up at him as she moved along his length, and he couldn’t close his eyes. She rocked on her knees, putting her whole body into this act of pleasuring him. He’d never seen her look so sexy.
He moaned and tangled his hands into her hair, thrusting harder into her mouth. She grabbed onto his hips and let him set the rhythm. Before the pressure built to the point of no return, he forced himself to slow, to stop, to pull out of the paradise that was her mouth.
“Not yet,” he groaned. This night wasn’t for him. It was for Piper. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. He brought her back over to the mirror.
“How many pairs of eyes do you think are on you right now?” Ben asked, his voice rough. He might have been asking as much for himself as for Piper. Dozens of pairs of eyes seemed to burn into his skin. He hadn’t stopped to think about the fact that those eyes were crawling all over Piper, lusting after his girl. What had he been thinking? But even as jealousy twisted in his stomach, Ben had never been so hard in his life. He wanted to take her, possess her, show anyone who was watching that she was his woman.
Man, he was so fucked up.
He turned her into his arms, cupped her face and crushed his lips to hers. “Come home with me tonight. Stay with me tonight.” He needed to know she was committed to him. That she wasn’t just as happy dancing for invisible strangers as she was for him. “Move in with me.”
Tears glittered in her eyes. “I can’t.” She pulled away from him and he let her go.
Chapter Three
“Are you upset about the playroom?” he asked, grasping at another possible reason for her rejection besides the fact that he wasn’t enough to make her happy. “Because we can leave right now. We can close these curtains and get the hell out of here. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
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