Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security #2) - Marie James Page 0,84
a man. Alternatively, an orange band would indicate my need for a woman to step in to get the job done.
“You don’t have to babysit me,” I find myself saying, even though the thought of her leaving my side even for a second makes my heart rate increase.
“And leave you here for the wolves to descend? Not likely.”
“I thought this,” I hold my arm up so she can see the white gleaming from my wrist, “was supposed to prevent that sort of thing.”
I’d doubted the ability of a colored band to control a group of oversexed-up people, and now she’s just confirmed it.
“No one will touch you, but that won’t prevent them from talking to you, trying to convince you that you can switch that band out for another color.”
The guy at the front had told me as much, but I knew when I selected the one I have, that I wouldn’t be changing my mind. It had nothing to do with being shy at first glance, and everything to do with the fact that I can’t even imagine anyone touching me but Wren. And that pissed me off nearly enough to make me go grab the black band that tells everyone around that I’m willing to do everything under the sun.
“Jesus,” Sarah pants, and at first, I think she’s getting annoyed with me, but then I see her eyes focused across the room. “That’s talent.”
I bite my lower lip, a little embarrassed at taking in the scene, but still too curious to look away.
In the center of the stage, a woman is being railed by two men, both of her holes being used with brutal force. A third man grips both sides of her head as he pounds with relentless thrusts into her mouth. The groan of release can be heard all the way to the bar because silence fills the room as the quartet of people enjoy each other.
Tears streak her face, forcing her dark makeup down her cheeks, and I feel sorry for her, being used this way, but after swallowing the man’s cum, she looks up at him with such adoration, whispering thank you before he steps away.
I feel those two words in my soul, knowing exactly how she feels. I mean, I’ve not had two men inside of me at the same time, much less three, but her gratefulness is reminiscent of the way I felt the night Wren made me his. She wanted this from him, just as I wanted it from Wren.
The man, not going far, palms the side of her face, and after a second of leaning into his touch, she opens her mouth again. Another man steps forward to fill her mouth just as the man riding her ass groans. Seconds after he pulls free, the man originally in her mouth leans down, dismissive of the cock invading her throat and whispers in her ear. The cock in her mouth dislodges for a brief second, only long enough for her to nod an answer to his question. My thighs clench when a totally different man angles his cock down and slides home into her ass.
“Wow,” I whisper, my eyes locked on the sight. “She’s okay with all of this?”
I ask the question, even though I saw her acceptance from the man who seems to be controlling the entire situation.
“She loves it. Loves getting fucked. Her pussy is as sweet as honey, and there aren’t many people in this place that haven’t had a taste, me included. She gets off on being used. Her husband gets off on watching her getting taken by other people. The dynamic is perfect for them. If you watch long enough, you’ll see that Eric checks in with her often. He’ll know when she’s done, and things will stop as quickly as they start.”
“Takes a lot of trust.”
“It does,” Sarah agrees, finally turning around to pick up her own glass of whiskey. “I’ve seen him put an end to it even when she’s begging for more. He knows when she stops doing it for her own pleasure and is only trying to please him. He doesn’t get off on her pain, and sometimes he has to step in even when she’s telling him no. That power isn’t always even. That’s why there are employees walking all over, keeping an eye on things to make sure no one takes it too far.”
“It’s fucking intense,” I tell her, raising my hand to the bartender to indicate needing another drink.