Page 82 of Bared Betrayal

“Did I give you permission to come?”

I can’t speak.

“I asked you a question,” he bites out. “Did I give you permission to come?”

“No, sir,” I say, gasping for breath.

“But you came anyway?”

“I’m sorry.”

“What is your safe word, Kallie?”

“Shadow.”

“Did you use it to make me stop?”

“No.”

“Did you want to?” he asks with a dark laugh, and my eyelids slide closed.

“No.”

“Good.” He takes the still vibrating plug out of my pussy and places it against my asshole. “Take a deep breath in for me, baby.”

I do as he says, and he slips the plug into me. It aches as it stretches me but feels so good.

“Stand up,” he orders with another slap to my ass, and as I stand, he grabs my ass and turns me to face him. “You were a bad girl.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I am going to give you one more chance to be a good girl for me. You are going to do as I say, and you will not come.”

I can do this. I just came thirty seconds ago; my body can totally do this without coming.

“Go stand in front of that window and place your palms on the glass.”

My legs shake as I move toward the floor-to-ceiling window, the sun casting the most beautiful shades of pinks and yellows over the city skyline.

With my forehead against the glass, I can’t see his reflection, but I can sense him moving. My mind is reeling with the possibility of someone watching us even though I know we’re probably too high up. But there’s always a chance, and the idea has me clenching my thighs.

A buzzing starts behind me, and my insides twist with anticipation.

He presses a vibrating tip against the small of my back. “You love the idea of others watching you.” It’s not a question. He knows me. He knows what I like. The idea of being on display as a nameless woman, strong and desirable, it thrills me.

“Maybe next time we’re at the club, I’ll chain you to the spanking horse and let one of the other Elites whip you while you suck my cock. Let others see what a dirty slut you are.”

He drags the tip down my ass, and I realize that this isn’t going to be as easy as I thought it would—not coming again without permission.

“You are fucking exquisite, Kallie. The blue gem peeking out between your ass cheeks,” he rasps. “I wonder how many people are looking at you right now wondering if your pussy is wet.” He slips the vibrator between my legs and presses it against my clit while he places soft, sweet kisses on my shoulders. I close my eyes and try not to think of the pressure building in my core. He’s making it impossible to focus on anything other than his voice, his touch, his presence. My abs are clenched hard, trying to hold back the flood of pleasure, my thighs aching because I’m desperately trying to force them not to shake.

“I bet the people watching you would love to know how sweet this pussy tastes.” He turns the vibrator up a notch, and I suck air through my teeth. “Maybe I’m too greedy. Maybe I should let others taste your sweet little cunt? Would you like that? Having another man or woman suck on your clit while you choke on my cock?”

“Gabriel,” I breathe out, and he groans behind me.

“If my name didn’t sound so fucking good on your lips, I’d punish you for using it.” He pushes the vibrator into my entrance just a little, his lips brushing along the shell of my ear.

“I might just have you sit on my cock and pick which guy gets to eat you while everyone else looks on and sees how my good girl gets rewarded. Would you like that, baby? Having me pump you full of cum while another man licks your pretty little cunt clean?”