Staged for Your Pleasure

“Look around, Bella.” His hand cupped my throat. My breath stuttered. Warm whisper tickled my ear. “The way their eyes eat you up.” Thumb stroked the hollow of my throat. I gazed around the nightclub, patrons at their tables, eyes locked on me. On the stage, wrists bound and hanging from a beam above, my lover playing my body like a well-tuned instrument. “Their tongues swipe across their lips, tasting you from afar.” An ache fanned out from my throbbing core.

His fingers tightened as his other hand ran down my back to squeeze my ass. He pulled on the scrap of pink lace between my cheeks. My back arched. The crowd gasped, moaning and turning to one another, eyes on me.

I watched a couple at a table in the second row. She was beautiful. Long blonde hair. Dark, flowing dress. She winked at me and straddled her companion’s lap. Arms around his neck, she nuzzled his ear, and his arms banded around her. Her hips rocked over him. He threw his head back, and looked at her. She claimed his lips and they both looked up at me.

He slid his hands under her dress. She lifted herself up, then slowly lowered again. I could feel his length filling her. Small, sensual movements. Subtle, yet every one stabbed into me. Her eyes fluttered. His lips kissed their way down her chest. His teeth pulled her dress down, then wrapped around her nipple. Her head fell back. She shuddered...