But that was for another time. He pressed her cheeks together, then rocked her against his leg, repeating the spread-squeeze cycle until Dani was writhing, and panting in his ear. Sitting at his table, the mark was clearly enjoying the show. His face was red, and he seemed to be struggling against the urge to jerk off at the table. William grinned and pushed his own erection against Dani’s flat belly. “Having fun, sweetheart?” he murmured.
“I… ” She paused and sucked in a breath. “I had no idea you could dance so well. You’ve been holding out, Caldwell.”
With a laugh, he spun her around so she could watch the man watching her. “See how much he’s enjoying this? He can barely keep from coming in his pants.” With a hand flattened on her belly, William pressed her against him and moved their hips in a slow sensuous circle. The forward movement caused her to thrust her pelvis toward the man at every peak of the circle.
He cupped her breast with his other hand, shaping it through the lace. “Do you want me to take the dress off?” she asked, tipping her head back so she could see him.
Tempting, but… “I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.”
“Okay.”
“Touch yourself. Keep the G-string in place, but make it good.”
She lowered her hand to her belly, smoothing it over her skin. Then she moved it down, touching her thighs. The man’s eyes darted between William’s hand on her breast and Dani’s on her legs. But when she cupped her pussy, his eyes followed her hand and stuck there.
Droplets of sweat dotted William’s forehead. He couldn’t believe they were doing this. Adrenaline coursed through his body. He felt like Superman. And it was all because of the amazing woman in his arms. With patience and generosity, she’d opened him up to a whole new world. He wanted to make this good for her, as good as it was for him. Curling himself around her body, he brought both his hands to her inner thighs. While his hand played over her crotch, he thrust against her over and over, the ridge of his cock rubbing between her cheeks. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He shoved her hand away and replaced it with his own. Watching the mark, he rubbed a finger between Dani’s pussy lips, clearly outlined by her wet G-string.
The man’s shoulders jerked forward. He shuddered a few times, then grinned at them. With a small two-fingered salute, he hopped off the bench and headed in the direction of the restrooms.
Feeling like he was going to blow any minute, he bit into Dani’s neck. “Foreplay’s over.”
“You want to go home?” she asked, turning in his arms.
He nuzzled the spot he’d bit, peppering it with little kisses, as he tried to decide whether he really wanted to take this to the next step or if it was just his cock talking.
The club was a safe place. As public as it could get while still being private. He’s gotten off on everything they’d done so far, so why not go all the way? He’d never had sex in front of an audience, but considering how high he was flying now, he’d probably love it.
Public sex.
He smiled to himself. Six months ago—hell, one month ago—he’d never have imagined being in a place like this, desperate to fuck his girl in front of other men. He brushed his cheek against Dani’s. “You mentioned private rooms.”
She pointed toward the stairs down which the couple from earlier had disappeared. “You want to go see?”
“I want to go do.”
“Oh my.” Her eyes rounded and she fanned her face.
“Dani, if I don’t have you soon, I’m going to die. And how will you explain that to my parents? ‘Mr. and Mrs. Caldwell, your son died of blue balls in a sex club.’”
Laughing, she slugged his arm. And in that moment, he knew he’d do anything to hear that sound for the rest of his life. She tugged her dress back down and grabbed his arm. “Come on. Let’s go save your life.”
At the entrance to the stairwell, Dani showed the attendant her membership card. Only members and their guests could use the private rooms. “With a view or no view?” the man asked.
Before she could reply, William blurted, “With a view.”
Dani arched a brow. “You sure?”
William felt slightly nauseated, but he nodded. “When in Rome…”
“Room 12,” the man grunted.
Grinning, Dani accepted the locker key he handed her and led William to the mysterious lower section of the club. He was extremely surprised when Dani led him into what appeared to be co-ed locker rooms. “We’ll shower after.” She opened a locker and put her ID card inside. “Leave your keys and any valuables here.”
“Don’t we have to get undressed?” He’d read online that a lot of clubs required it.
“Club L’Estrange realizes that the striptease is often part of the fun.”
He ran his hand over the curve of her lace-covered ass, enjoying the peek-a-boo of creamy skin. “Certainly is for me.”
“Let’s go, big boy.” She grabbed the D-ring on his collar. The movement set off a kaleidoscope of colors behind his eyelids as the pressure increased on the nipple clamps. His feet stalled, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
Dani turned and gently sucked one of his nipples into her mouth. When her tongue curled around the clamp, he felt the tingle in his spine signaling imminent orgasm. Grabbing her shoulders, he pushed her away from his chest. Her lips released his clamped nipple with a loud painful pop. “Oh God.” He rested his chin on top of her head.
Her gentle laugh blew through the hairs on his chest, sending chills rippling over his whole body. “Don’t worry, I’ll take these off soon. But as they say, timing is everything.” Taking his hand, she led him to a room decorated like the inside of a genie’s bottle.
William skidded to a stop at the entrance and laughed at the incongruity of it. “I should be wearing ‘Hammer’ pants, a bright red vest with glittery fringes, and a turban.”
“You’re right. We’re dressed for the leather rooms.” She turned to leave. “I’ll go ask the attendant—”
Panic had his arm shooting out to catch her wrist. “No. No. This is perfect.” He was so not ready for any BDSM action. He caught the glint of humor in her eyes. “Ha-ha. Very funny. If I had a heart attack now, you’d have a hard time explaining it along with the blue balls.”
She leaned her elbows on his shoulders and cupped his head. Staring into his eyes, she smiled. “You are even more wonderful than I’d imagined. I love you so much, William Caldwell.”
“You bring out the best in me.” William fell into the warmth of her big brown eyes. Her expression, her words, her fingers in his hair, wrapped around him, making him feel like the center of her universe. Closing his arms around her, he kissed her, tried to show her how much he loved her too. But if he didn’t stop touching her, this was going to end way too soon. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted several long strips of transparent material on a low shelf. He picked one up and lightly wrapped it around her head. “So, are you going to do the dance of the seven veils for me?”
She winked. “If that’s what you want.”
He handed her the pile of scarves before stretching out on the velvet-covered couch, his hands behind his head. “Oh yeah. That’s what I want.” And it would give him some time to catch his breath and get his libido under control. He didn’t want to shoot off like a kid at his first strip show. Fucking mortifying.
“There’s something you need to do first,” Dani said, her voice deceptively gentle.
Nerves tightened his stomach. “What’s that?” he asked, hoping he sounded more confident than he was.
“Strip. Everything except the collar, clamps, and cuff.”
His gaze flew around the room, searching for the “view.”
Dani pointed to the large mirror on the wall across from the couch. “We can leave it like that, or if we hit this button, it becomes a two-way. Do you want to see who’s watching us or just imagine it?”
His eyes flicked between her and the mirror. What did he want? He had gotten quite a thrill fr
om the older man’s reaction upstairs… He steeled his spine. “Open it.”
When she pressed the button, he kept his eyes lowered. He wouldn’t look until it was the right time. Dani cocked her hip and tapped her wrist where a watch would normally have been. “Tick tock, Will.”
“Oh!” He shot to his feet and removed the vest, laying it carefully on a chair. Then he untied his boots, stepped out of them, and placed them under the chair. Finally, his hands went to the snap at the waist of his leather pants. He hesitated a moment before remembering the G-string he wore. Easing the tight leather over his swollen cock, he shoved the pants down his legs, then shook them out and lay them on the chair with the vest. “Where’d you get these, by the way?” Leather pants were expensive, and he didn’t want Dani spending that kind of money on him.
“Jamie. I told him we were going to a costume party. He was very helpful, come to think of it.” Her lips curved and her eyes twinkled.
“I bet.” That explained the extra couple inches on the in-seam. He was sure Jamie had guessed exactly where Dani was taking him. Probably got quite a laugh out of it too. Bastard. “You know, I like the feel of the leather. Might buy myself a pair. What do you think?”
Her pink tongue slid slowly along her bottom lip, leaving it wet and beckoning. She stepped closer to him and slid her hands around his waist and over his bare ass. “I like that idea a lot.” Her voice, deepened with desire, went straight to his cock. He glanced down at the G-string that did very little to hide his erection. Dani trailed a finger down his chest, down the line bisecting his abs, and followed the narrow path of hair, stopping at the end of the black material. “Are you going to take this off?”
He closed his eyes, forcing himself to ignore the mirror, behind which he knew people were watching. This was it: the moment of truth. Could he do it? Could he stand here, everything bared, in front of gawking strangers? Strangers intent on their own pleasure?
Dani brushed a lock of hair off his forehead. When he opened his eyes, her brow was furrowed. “We don’t have to do this. We can go home right now.”
“No,” he said in a rush, the adrenaline and excitement making him hyper-aware. He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. “I want to do this.”
Nodding, she moved away a few feet, clearing the view from the window, and waited.
Do it like a Band-Aid.
He gripped the waistband and in one quick sweep, pushed the G-string off his legs. He tossed it onto the pile of his other clothes. Done. Dani clapped and whistled. “Gawgeous, dahling. Simply gawgeous.”
“Shut up and kiss me, woman.”
She obliged, then shoved him down onto the couch. “Now relax and watch me dance.” She lowered her voice and leaned close. “Have a little pity on our watchers, babe. Spread your legs. Touch your fabulous cock, if you want. They’ll enjoy that.”
Almost numb, his mind a tornado of conflicting emotions, William slowly unclenched his thighs. He was alone with Dani, but he wasn’t. They could have one or ten observers. He didn’t know how many, didn’t want to know. Christ, if he looked up and freaked, Dani would think he was a cocktease or rather—what would you call it?—a pussytease. He let his knees fall farther apart. His cock had softened a little as anxiety and doubt tried to take over. Gripping himself, he gave several firm strokes. Blood rushed to his groin, hardening his cock. He slouched on the couch and let his head roll back.
He sensed eyes on him, pinpoints of heat on his erection. Imagining the faces behind the heated gazes, he shuddered. A wave of awareness washed over him and a drop of pre-cum squeezed out the slit in the purple cockhead. His hand tightened on his shaft and stroked, long and slow, from root to tip. He moaned and arched his back.
“Having fun?” Dani asked, struggling to keep her amusement from erupting into a full laugh. She didn’t want Will to think she was making fun of him, when she was really just trying not to come. Stretched out on the couch, his eyes closed, his hand working his thick cock, nipple clamps attached to his silver collar, Will didn’t look like a genie, he looked like an incubus, a sex demon. He was hot enough to scald her from ten feet away.
Languidly he lifted his head off the couch. His eyes flashed and he sucked in a breath. “Fuck! You look amazing.”
It had taken some doing, but she’d managed to drape the scarves around her body, concealing very little, yet revealing almost nothing. Judging by the heat in Will’s eyes, she’d succeeded in her mission. She flattened her palms together and gave a quick bob of her head. “Anything to please my Master.”
Will’s eyes rounded and his face flushed. More pre-cum beaded at the tip of his cock. Oh, yeah. He was on board. “It would please me if you would dance,” he said with a regal tone.
She pressed a button on the wall next to the intercom. Arabic music perfect for belly dancing filled the room. Placing one foot in front of her, knee bent, hands raised, she twisted her hips in time to the music. Sharp little thrusts. The lids of Will’s eyes drooped and the skin on his cheekbones tightened. She took a step and switched legs. As the music sped up, so did her movements, until she was stepping seamlessly around the room, hips swinging to the beat.
When she passed by the mirror, she noticed their audience: two single men, one middle-aged, a little paunchy, the other a blond in his mid-twenties, and a third man who had his arms around two young women. Their gazes bounced between her and Will. And no wonder, she could barely take her eyes off him either.
Taking hold of one of the scarves around her neck, she removed it, twirling it around her body, peeking at Will through it. His hand on his cock gripped tighter and his hips pushed forward. Her nipples filled and hardened at his clear enjoyment of her dance.
As she passed by him, she trailed the scarf behind his back and let it float down around his shoulders. Before moving away, she took the opportunity to gently tug on the chains securing the clamps around Will’s very red nipples. His mouth popped open and he groaned loudly. She’d remove them soon. When the time was right.
She snuck a glance at the mirror. The hand of the younger man, whose gaze had not left Will, had disappeared below the sill, but she could see his bicep flexing rhythmically. Not to be outdone, the threesome had engaged in their own play—the man cupped one breast of each woman while his partners kissed. The older man’s eyes were riveted on her.
Grasping the end of the next scarf, she unwound it from her body and winked at the older man. The removal left her breasts bare, something his slack jaw told her he appreciated. She moved in a circle, ending with her front toward the window. Shaking her shoulders rapidly in time with the music, she parted her legs and angled backwards, bending backward into an arch.
Staring at Will from her upside-down position, she licked her lips, enjoying the blaze of passion in his eyes. But by the look of his cock—long, thick and purple—if she didn’t hurry things along, he’d finish without her.
Twisting around, she flung the scarf in his direction and grabbed the next one from her hips. She passed it over her head and shoulders several times as she continued to swing her hips in quick movements. Never had she been more thankful for those belly dancing lessons she’d taken to firm up her stomach.
Within minutes, she’d removed all the scarves except the final one. Gliding over to Will,, she dragged it over his cock. He groaned and caught her wrist. “I can’t take much more.”
“It’s your own fault. I did tell you, you were the master.”
“Fuck.” His eyes darkened and he crushed her mouth to his. When he broke the kiss, he ground out, “I was too fucking mesmerized by your dance to remember. On your knees.”
His voice arrowed through her, straight to her pussy. Arousal had every nerve ending on high alert. She scrambled to the floor to follow his orders. “I’m ready, Master.”
“Are you now?” He stepped closer, until his cock touched her mouth. When she parted her lips, he breached them. “Suck me. Take me in, as deep as you can.” He gripped her hair and snapped hi
s hips. She swallowed him greedily, relaxing her throat. Increasing the suction, she pulled back until just his head was in her mouth. She used her tongue to curl around the crown and toyed with the sensitive underside.
“Oh, Christ,” Will moaned, the sound vibrating down to his cock. The sensation against her lips made her pussy clench. She loved giving Will head, but her pussy was screaming to be filled.
He jerked out of her mouth and lifted her onto the low table. She lay face up with her head at the end, her ass hanging off the edge. Will knelt between her thighs, spreading her wide. He dragged a finger through her slick folds. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” He leaned over her, pressing his mouth to hers. “What do you want?”
“You.”
“My finger?” he asked, his tone teasing.
“No, Master.”
“My tongue?”
She’d been about to say no to anything other than his cock. But the promise of his warm wet tongue on her swollen folds was more than she could resist. “Yes, Master!”
He grinned. “Sorry. Not this time.” Parting her folds with his fingers, he pumped his hips and pushed into her—balls to the wall.
Once he was fully seated, his fingers clamped onto her hips. Despite his strong hold, his thrusts inched her head off the edge of the table. She raised her gaze and searched for the mirror. Will filled her so completely, her body and her heart. He’d changed so much for her, accepted her as no one ever had before. She wanted to return the joy and happiness he’d given her. She wanted him to accept his own kinks as he’d accepted hers.
When his hand cupped her breast, pulling and tugging on her nipples, she writhed against him. Breathless, she arched up and met his gaze. “Will, look at the window.”
He slid his hands behind her back, helping to support her. She contracted her pussy muscles, enveloping his cock in a tight fist. His hips flexed and the sensation rocked through her. “Do you see those people? They want to be here with us,” she whispered.
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