A noise came from the window and I looked that way, seeing the man was now rubbing his partner between her legs. She was working his hand, writhing against her bonds, desperate for every inch of contact he gave her.
I felt my breaths begin to get heavy and tightened my thighs against each other.
The man went from between her legs to her fly. He undid it and pulled her jeans down over her ass. Once bared, he paid attention to it with whip, hand and lips.
I again bit my own lip, this time to hold back the inadvertent noises I would emit at how what I was watching was making me feel.
He pulled her ponytail free, her long, curling, red-blonde hair falling down her back and swaying against skin that had to be beyond sensitized. Seeing this, I felt my own hair trapped between my back and the seat and I wanted it released. I wanted it moving against my skin. I wanted to use it against his.
Not the master working his slave before me.
The man with the pleasantly deep voice and ruggedly handsome face beside me.
Sebring.
The master pressed his hand back between her legs, now unobstructed by her jeans.
Her noises became desperate.
His growls of approval became audible.
Witnessing that, hearing it, instantly, my need became uncontrollable.
Utterly.
I looked left and saw Sebring’s eyes not on the scene but on my crossed legs.
I uncrossed them and they cut to my face.
His gaze was burning, searing holes right through me.
God, he felt the same as me. About that scene and about me.
Seeing that in his eyes, without that first thought, I pushed out of my chair and moved along the low divider that demarcated our seating areas.
I was breaking the rules. I knew my membership could be revoked for what I was about to do.
I didn’t care.
I moved around the divider to his section.
The noises from the scene playing behind me filled our space, getting louder, keener, hungrier.
I stopped at the side of his chair, looking down at him.
His head was tipped back, his eyes locked to mine.
Another growl from the window followed closely by the unmistakable noise of flesh hitting flesh.
Master was fucking his slave.
A trill ran down my neck, my spine, spiraling over my ass to tighten between my legs.
Completely unable to stop myself, I bent to Sebring and ran my nose along his cheekbone.
When I started to lift away, my head was captured with his hand cupping the back.
At his move, my heart stopped beating and a surge of wet drenched my panties.