“Why don’t we just leave?” I reply without asking anything further.
“Do you want to leave?” she asks, leaning close to me and gazing up into my eyes with something like hope and fear.
No, Sage. I want to fuck your brains out in every stupid room of this place until it’s covered in us, and then I want to burn it to the fucking ground.
But I don’t say that. Which is good because I really shouldn’t, but I can’t bring myself to lie and say I really do want to leave. And my dick is doing most of the thinking at this point. It’s that little silver dress she has on and the way her lips look so fucking kissable with that dark stain.
Being around Sage makes me feel so goddamn vulnerable.
And I can’t explain why. So I can’t come out with it and admit all the filthy things I want with her in this place right now.
But I can follow her lead.
“Take me to the playrooms,” I whisper, leaning in and pressing my lips to her ear.
I feel her tremble.
“Are you sure?” she replies softly. “It’s all in the open back there. There won’t be any faking it.”
“We won’t be fucking,” I say, noticing how the edges of her mouth drop a little at that admission. So I rest a hand on
the small of her back and pull her closer as I continue, “But if he can’t see you, then let’s make sure he hears you.”
Her weight gives in to my touch a little as she nearly falls into my body.
And I take that as a yes.
Twenty-Seven
Adam
T he play room is essentially an open area with strange furniture and strobe lights so intense it makes it hard to see. The walls are mirrored and the floor is black. It’s oddly crowded with the sounds of sex surrounding us, and that immediately makes me want to leave.
That on top of the eyes following us.
But my only focus is on her and our task at hand. If Brett wants to try and pretend we don’t exist, I’m going to make sure he can’t pretend for long. I’ll have all eyes in this club on her in a moment.
For now, I’m just trying to get my bearings enough to make a plan. We meander through the room, and I keep my eyes on our surroundings until I spot a mirrored wall with a pair of soft leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling.
I pull Sage toward them and stop her until we’re both staring at our reflection in the mirror. Much like at my parents’
house, I savor the look of us together. She fits under my chin so nicely. But then, in the flashing lights, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
And I realize just how different I look. My hair isn’t coiffed the same way. My clothes aren’t as neat and pressed as they once were. I look like a different man with her in my arms, and for the first time in a long time, I like the man staring back at me.
So I imagine for a brief moment that it’s my job to protect her. My job to care for her, to fulfill her needs, to make her smile, and to make her come.
Am I good enough for that? Do I even deserve that much?
How can I when I don’t even know who I am anymore?
“People are staring?” she whispers. “What are we doing?”
I straighten my spine. “Do you trust me?”
She nods.
“Just tell me to stop and I will, okay?”
“Okay,” she replies.
Something about her so eagerly agreeing hits me. Which means I can’t fuck this up.
Still facing the mirror, I turn Sage until her back is against the glass and lift her hands until she reaches the cuffs. She has to stand on her toes to get there, but once she’s high enough, I secure each wrist in the leather and hear an audible gasp from her lips.
With her arms pressed to her ears, she hangs from the cuffs, slowly swaying with her gaze still settled on my face.
Once I’m sure the cuffs will hold her and she’s safe, I grab her by the jaw. A hint of a smile lifts the corners of her lips.
Maybe it’s the audience, or maybe it’s the environment, but I feel free to let things slip that I usually keep to myself.
“I’ve always wanted to have you at my mercy like this, Peaches. I can do anything I want to do to you now.”
“So do it,” she replies in a challenging tone.
People have gathered around us, but I’m not worried about them. My focus is only on her and how fucking exquisite she looks bound up like this. With just her arms above her tiny frame, she’s completely mine. And I really could do anything to her. If I wanted to lift her dress and fill her with my cock, I could.
And the thought is tempting.
But I have other plans for her at the moment.
With her face in my hands, I stare down at her before taking her lips with my own. I lick my way into her mouth, rough and dominant, so she knows this mouth belongs to me.
All she can do is hum and struggle to breathe as I kiss her.
Then I drag down the neckline of her dress, exposing her breasts and moving my mouth to bite her already tight nipple.
She cries out as I bite too hard. Then I pull my lips away from it and slap it enough to make her gasp. Her wide eyes find my face and I panic for a moment that I’ve gone too far.
“Do it again,” she whispers, and I can’t keep my lips off of hers after she says that. Something about Sage just seems to wake up every nerve ending in my body. She makes me realize all the things I want aren’t so far out of reach.
And that I shouldn’t feel so bad for wanting them.
But for now, I’m only focused on her body and getting her to make that face again, so I rip down the other side of her dress, exposing her other breast. I take a minute to admire it first.
It really is perfect. So small, yet perky, and just enough to squeeze my hand around.
When I slap the other side, making her gasp again, it takes everything I have to keep from losing my mind.
“You’re gonna have to be louder than that, Peaches.” My lips devour every inch of her skin from her neck down to her collarbone, biting and sucking until she’s moaning and gasping with every breath.
“Are you as wet as you were that night in my bed?” I whisper when I make my way back up to her ear.
She sucks in a short gasp at my question. Everything I’ve said up to this point, I’ve said loudly so everyone can hear.
Like this is a performance.
But that last line I whispered because I want to know. I need to know.
“Why don’t you find out?” she replies, her eyes burning into mine.
Without a response, I slowly tug on the fabric of her dress, lifting it until she’s fully exposed. Then with our eyes still locked, I reach between her legs and slide my hand down the front of her panties. She trembles from my touch, but when I ease between her folds to find her soaked with arousal, I’m the one to react.
She feels even more perfect than I remember. Warm and soft and ready for me. Her cunt leaks like it needs my cock, like it’s crying for it.
“You can’t keep doing this to me,” I growl as I hold on to the cuffs above her head and lean into her. “I have my hand between your legs, Sage. And you feel so fucking good.”
Her lust-filled eyes stay on mine as she bites her lips.
Sliding my finger through the pool of moisture, I keep my eyes on her as I ease my way inside her, wishing so badly that it was my cock fucking her and not my finger. With every thrust and glide of my hand, she moans and hums, tilting her hips to keep with the pressure of my hand. We exist in our own little world, and right now, that world revolves around her perfect pussy.