want?”
Another moan broke free. “Yes.” Her eyes slowly opened to the bound man’s groans growing rougher. Lottie moved fast now, bobbing on his cock. And Rhys’ finger began moving faster and harder on her clit. Zoey felt in rhythm with the man being brought to climax, and she was right there.
Every muscle in the man’s body flexed, an impressive sight to behold. He struggled against the binds as he growled, bucking into the pleasure. The same euphoria overtook Zoey. Wave after wave of hot sensation stormed across her, leaving her a trembling mess of satisfaction.
She stayed in the warm, blissful place until reality returned as the clapping started. Again, she reopened her eyes, discovering that, while most of the crowd was watching the show, the people closest to her and Rhys were clapping in their direction.
Still behind her, Rhys placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. “Go back down the hallway you just came. Find the door that this key opens.” He placed a vintage skeleton key in her hand. “I’ll be waiting for you there.”
She felt a cold void as his strength left her, and she turned, only to find a door shutting behind him.
When she faced the crowd again, she felt all the watchful eyes on her, obviously curious over this new woman who had Rhys’ attention. But she couldn’t find it in herself to be shy, or even ashamed that she’d orgasmed in front of them all. She glanced down to the skeleton key in her hand with trembling legs, wanting only one thing.
More.
Chapter 7
A little adventure never hurt anyone. Which was precisely why Rhys didn’t tell Zoey the location of the room where he waited for her. He wanted anticipation to build, and with every door she tried to unlock, adrenaline would spike in her, creating the intensity he wanted her to feel tonight.
Rhys sensed the others in the room experiencing the same eagerness, and he smiled. The erotic nature of his lifestyle fueled his happiness. Back when Katherine was alive, he’d only begun to taste the heightened senses that came from exploring eroticism. Back then, he held back. Katherine’s death had taught him not to.
When the lock finally turned with a loud click, Rhys cleared his thoughts, watching the door slowly creak open. His back was pressed against the far wall, arms folded over his chest, while Zoey froze in the doorway. The cat mask he’d personally chosen for her tonight looked far more beautiful than he could have imagined. Her body exuded purity and innocence, and yet her eyes behind that mask were heated and greedy. And both of those contradictions had his cock swiftly hardening to steel.
Zoey looked from left to right, absorbing the view, and obviously taking stock of Hunt and Archer in the room, along with two female members, who were setting the stage for Rhys tonight and already naked. Both men wore condoms.
Hunt glanced Rhys’ way and received a quick nod. Hunt sent Zoey a wicked smile before he moved behind his lover for the night, Aimee, and began caressing her breasts. Archer was on the other side of Hunt, already kissing Bianca, putting on the sensual show Rhys asked them to. They all knew the plan tonight. The stage Rhys had set was planned right down to the hundreds of candles casting a warm glow throughout the open space. The walls were old stone, and the only furniture in the room was an old kneeling bench lined with red velvet.
Rhys stayed put, allowing the atmosphere to further excite Zoey. Those pretty cheeks darkened, her lips falling open as she drew in heavy breaths. His cock twitched as she watched the others engage in foreplay. They were beginning to heat up, the intensity building.
Zoey blinked, finally releasing the door and letting it shut behind her.
She went to take a step forward, when Rhys called, “Stop.” He noted the widening of her eyes at the same time she teetered on her sexy heels. He’d never used that tone, low and unyielding, and it dawned on her that this game belonged to him. “Undress for me.”
Those cheeks of hers went ruby-red. She looked at Hunt then at Archer, and their lovers, who stopped their activities to watch her.
Rhys smiled, knowing full well she would soak her panties before they dropped to the floor. He stayed quiet, giving her the time to decide. Though it did not surprise him when she reached back and unhooked her bra. She was far braver than she