All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,169

tugs down the zipper at the back of my gown, a few inches, enough to release the tight hold the fabric has on my chest. “Look how your breasts are so eager to meet the air. My mouth.” He pulls hard enough to tug the dress down over my breast, and then his mouth is on my nipple. He sucks, bites.

I cry out a little; people look—I can see them turn, eager interest in their eyes behind the masks. Although most of my attention is on Locke and what he’s doing, I’m not accustomed to having people watch my intimate moments, and it’s a little unnerving.

I automatically move to pull up my dress.

“No.” His voice is firm. “Leave it down. Let everyone see how your nipple is wet from my mouth, and tight as a berry from your passion. I want them to see you undressing for me, piece by piece, at my command. Doing my bidding.” He looks into my eyes. “Understand?” He raises a brow.

I nod, giddy energy filling me completely. “Yes.”

“Yes, Sir.” He reaches out and squeezes my nipple.

“Ouch.” I blink at him, but he doesn’t let go. Then I realize. “Yes, Sir.” I lower my eyes.

“Good girl.” He squeezes a little harder, then releases me. “You may take down the other side of your dress. Let’s make sure both of your pretty tits are on full view.”

I struggle a little to pull the fabric down, but it only takes a minute. With the dress just below my bust, both of my breasts are pushed up, almost as if I’m wearing a kind of corset.

“Ah, now that’s better.” He reaches down and takes a handful of my flowing skirt. “Let’s see about this, shall we?”

He pulls the fabric up, higher and higher, until my thigh is exposed, and then my buttock. He wraps the cloth around one arm and pulls me to his body, so my back is against his chest, my legs spread a little.

He reaches down casually between my thighs and strokes me over my panties. “Already wet, you naughty girl. You’ve soaked these.” He tsks. “Open your mouth.”

I do, and he sticks his fingers in. “Suck.”

I taste my own essence, mildly, though—my panties may be wet, but the amount of moisture on his fingers is negligible.

“Perhaps I’ll have a taste, too.” He reaches down again, and this time, as he strokes, he allows his fingers to stray below the fabric of my panties.

I gasp and wriggle.

“Stay still,” he orders, doing it again.

He brings his fingers to his mouth. “Mmm…. delectable. And you’re getting wetter by the moment. Let’s take these panties off so everyone can see how wet you are for me, my sweet little toy.”

“I…”

“Temi?” His voice is firm. He releases me so I can do his bidding.

As if in a trance, I reach down and slide the fabric down my thighs, then kick it off my heels. He picks up the garment and tucks it into a pocket, then pulls my dress back up to expose my newly naked pussy. He smacks my sex once with the flat of his hand—not hard, but I’m moist and it makes a wet sound, and I gasp, startled. People look over at the commotion.

So here I am, my breasts on full display, my moist pussy exposed for all to see. A couple at the bar looks over and smiles; the man whispers something into his partner’s ear and she giggles, turns pink. I flush hard. I can see the desire in their faces, but the abasement of standing here nearly nude, obeying Locke’s commands—it’s new to me. Strange. Embarrassing. But I make no move to end this—it’s like I’m locked in by my own desire.

“Look at you, my pretty little fuck toy, doing what I say, when I say it,” he murmurs into my ear. “Everyone here knows that you’re mine, and you’ll do my bidding. How do you like that?”

Without waiting for an answer, he takes my hand. “Now we’ll go pick out some toys to use on you.” He chuckles. “This part will be more fun for me, at least at first.” He looks back at me.. “Hold that skirt up, Temi. I want everyone to see your nice wet pussy, and how you can’t wait for me to play with you. Nice and high, that’s right.”

I flush and hesitate, my hand on the fabric. It’s not like anyone here isn’t on display themselves, but the newness of the game creates a mixture