Malin's shirt then continue to circle his chest hair.
His hands move from my outer to inner thigh.
I squirm on his lap.
His heat-filled eyes catch mine. He takes another sip of his scotch then takes an ice cube out and holds it to my lips.
I don't open my mouth. He hasn't told me to. The water dribbles down my chin and my cleavage.
"Suck," he commands.
I obey, closing my lips over the ice while he holds it.
He takes what's left of the cube and rubs it on my chest. It feels good on my hot skin.
If I didn't know who the men around us were, I would think we were on a date. Well, maybe an evening out in what I imagine a sex club would be, since people are doing intimate things all around the small room.
I never considered going to a sex club. And I don't want anyone besides Malin to touch me. But something about others fornicating where I can see and hear them adds to the arousal I always have around Malin.
And Malin is feeling it, too. I'm sitting with his erection pushing against my thigh. His body heat has only gotten hotter, like mine. The lust in his eyes grows more potent.
I lean into his ear. "I'm throbbing for you."
"We're going soon." He nibbles on my ear then pulls my ponytail and kisses my chest.
I moan, louder than I think, and when he releases my hair, Louis rises and takes the chair next to Malin. The Prime Minister had been in it but got up to go to the restroom. Louis pats his knee, and the woman with him sits on it.
"Take your dress off," Louis commands.
She gets up and obeys.
"Now you," he says to me.
"We're leaving," Malin says.
"Why would you do that?" Louis's expression is all-knowing, as if he knows Malin isn't who he attempts to be.
"We put on a show last night. Sometimes things are better without an audience, don't you think?" Malin says and takes the last swig of his scotch. His jaw clenches.
"Most of the time, no," Louis replies. "Are you afraid she won't submit tonight?"
Malin's hand freezes on my thigh. "Of course she will."
"Prove it," Louis demands.
I stroke Malin's chest then unfasten another button and graze my other hand on his erection.
Bernadette warned me all eyes would be on us. I may have been naive when Malin rescued me from the pit but not any longer.
I stare at him, brushing my fingers on my collar.
His eyes have resistance in them. But he can't grapple for long. I'm worried he isn't going to fall into his role.
I lightly scratch my nails on his chest.
"Take your dress off," Malin commands.
I rise, unzip my dress, and let it fall to the ground, unveiling my lingerie.
The heat in Malin's eyes burns hotter, and they wander all over my body, pausing at times before meeting my gaze.
I feel Louis's eyes on me as well, but I only concentrate on Malin.
He says nothing else, only makes a come-hither motion with his finger.
I step forward, straddling him, my breasts near his face, my wet lower body brushing his erection over his pants.
Tonight, I don't have to wait for hours to beg him. I want him here and now. It's going to happen in this room no matter what. I knew it before I took a shower for the evening.
But Malin seems to think he can avoid it.
And the sooner we prove ourselves again, the quicker we can get to our rooms and be alone, which is what I really want.
I cup his cheeks. "Please, Master."
His eyes go dark, then light, then dark again.
He fists my hair then grazes his teeth over the thin material covering my already hard nipples.
"Yes," I moan and circle my hips on him.
He slides two fingers in me and circles his thumb on my clit. I'm immediately grateful my panties are crotchless.
"Oh God. Please," I moan.
The girl next to me begins to do something to Louis. I faintly hear her voice over the sound of the singer and the rest of the room. But Louis's eyes are on me.
"Look at me," he orders.
Malin holds his hands on my cheeks. "You are mine. You will not look at another man while your hot pussy drips on me."
"Please," I beg again and reach for his pants.
He grabs my wrists with one hand. "No, ma belle. You will wait." His fingers slide back into my heat in a slow, excruciatingly delicious rhythm.