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The items the man in front of us has chosen seem tame enough, but perhaps it's the determined way he’s chosen them.

Thoughtfully, but confidently. He bears that same dominant energy that practically billows off my husband.

My mouth waters as he pushes one hand into the woman’s long, dark hair and the other down the column of her neck.

Ace’s hand snakes up between my breasts and to my neck, mimicking the same movement.

His thumb rubs gently along my racing pulse, his lips beside my ear.

“When are you going to realize that there could be thousands of beautiful women presented to me, just like that...” He widens his legs, which in return, widens mine.

His fingers skate along the edges of the panties that still cover me, with a slow glide back and forth over the gusset.

“My attention has always been and always will be...” he trails off as his fingers dip beneath the fabric to find the lips of my pussy.

A low growl escapes him as his fingers slip along my arousal.

“On. You.” He punctuates his point with a pinch on my clit.

My lips part as I gasp.

“Remember my rule, sugar.”

You will not come until I let you. I groan at the reminder.

“Take these off,” he says, pulling at the fabric of my panties.

I lift just enough to loop my fingers into the material and do as he says.

When I settle back where I was, so garishly displayed on top of him, he grabs my panties from my hand.

“You’re right, these are pretty, but your bare pussy dripping on my pants is so much better.

” One hand goes right back to wrapping around my throat, my body pressed into his as his fingers play with me exactly like I would be doing myself. “Eyes on her,” he demands.

Her fingers trail between beautiful breasts that spill from her balconette bra, circling around a nipple that peeks through the red sheer material.

Her mask is still in place, that deep red matching her full lips that part as she teases us—an exhibitionist at her finest, confident and ready to entertain. I admire her flair.

A gasp echoes from across the room, catching my attention. I forgot that we weren’t the only observers.

“You’re so wet for her,” he hums against me. I hold on to his forearm, keeping the pressure of his hand against my throat. The way it feels to be touched this way, it’s like ownership and, goddesses, does this man own me right now.

I move my head to the right so he can hear me when I say, “Not for her.”

He must like that, because his fingers move to the hood of my clit and slap her twice before curving down and shifting into me. The change in pressure is so unexpected that I can’t help but moan.

“This all for me, then?” His lips drag along my jawline. “Show me. Squeeze my fingers nice and tight with your eager little cunt.”

“Goddesses,” I whisper. I do just as he demands, contracting and gripping, trying my fucking hardest not to squirm as he fingers me with a slow, come-hither motion, grazing parts of me that have my body heated and tensing.

“Watch what he’s doing,” Ace says against my ear.

I open my eyes and watch as the man lifts the spreader bar, forcing the woman’s legs high and wide just as his mouth drags from her asshole up.

He spits on her pussy, and then pushes the flap of his pants down just enough to take out his dick and slap it against what he just made wet.

At the same time, Ace’s fingers retreat, and he taps at the hood of my clit again.

It stings as he does it twice more, and it’s taking sheer force of will to keep an orgasm at the edges of my body.

“You’re doing so well for me, wife. Are you ready to come yet?”

I swallow. As much as I want to, the torture and edging of this is too good to be done with just yet. “No,” I breathe out. “Are you?”

He huffs a laugh as he shifts his legs wider. Two fingers fuck into me, but this time, his thumb presses onto my clit. The angle and the pressure are downright criminal. “More like ready to fuck you.”

I let out a small whine. I’m feral for this man.

“Tell me how,” I basically beg. I watch the woman in red writhe in front of me with legs high and wide.

The man sinks into her and stays there. One fast thrust, and he’s to the hilt.

She wants more, her thighs shaking at the stretch of him, and I feel it too as Ace tilts his hand, his fingers filling me wider and never stopping their delicious teasing.

“I think I’d like to see your mouth filled.

Ease my cock into your throat,” he whispers along my skin as his fingers against my neck ease their pressure.

“Would you like that, swallowing me down? Taking everything I spill?” He lets out a small, humming laugh as another whine escapes me. “I think you would.”

His fingers disappear, then slap my pussy again—one, two, three times.

I moan and try to keep from giving in to the tingling sensation that’s started to build behind my knees and up my back.

“Please,” I quietly beg once again. I have no shame about being so needy.

Or for publicly bearing part of my body, or for garishly panting as I watch, feel, and want.

“No,” he says as his hand from my throat moves down the length of me. His legs move even wider, opening me farther and rubbing his hard dick between us. One hand plays with my clit, while the other rubs along the edges of my pussy lips, not giving me what I want. “Now press the button.”

The screaming moan from the woman in red steals my attention.

She comes so hard that her whole body shakes, but the dominant man doesn’t wait for her to finish.

Instead, he uses the spreader bar, turning it over, and with it, her body follows.

With her legs still spread, he pulls her to the edge of the surface, and then sinks into her again.

He fucks her at a punishing pace as he holds her arms behind her.

It’s filthy and aggressive, but not nearly as enticing as the man holding me by my fucking pussy.

“Press the button, Hadley,” he growls. I look to my left and see the framed “press for service” button and do what I’m told.

I slap at it twice just as Ace sits up, taking me with him.

Sitting higher and out of sorts, I blink slowly, pussy tingling, with my dress hiked to my waist. He takes his glass of bourbon and presses it to my mouth.

With my eyes locked on his, I take a sip.

Moments later, the host comes to us, and Ace loops his arm across my lap as I still sit perched against his straining dick.

Without breaking eye contact with me, he says, “I want everybody out.”

My lips tilt up at the request. And not only that, but at the dominant tone in his voice. Of course, Atticus Foxx would be so bold as to demand the show stop and the place be vacated.

“Sir?” the host asks, not expecting it.

But it’s me who breaks eye contact when I look at the host and say, “You heard him. Everybody out.”

The host opens his mouth, but instead of saying anything in response, he simply nods and exits the way he came.

Ace smirks at me like he’s proud. Fuck, do I like making this man proud of me. Kink unlocked. I sit on his lap sideways, eyes back on his, when he says, “I want a taste.”

It’s not science to know exactly what he means, so I widen my legs, swipe two fingers along my soaked center, and then swipe them along his lips. As I pull back, he grabs my wrist, holding my hand in place to suck off the arousal he just played from me.

Around us, the room is uneasy with people moving.

The couple in front of us both moan one more time before silence settles.

Ace grabs the bottle of bourbon by its neck and takes a sip.

Once he swallows, he says, “On your knees, now. Let me see exactly how brilliant that mouth is when it’s choking on me. ”

I let out the tiniest sound, like I can’t help myself with a request like that. When have I ever been so eager to suck a man off? Arrogance billows off of him as he watches me unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

“I do think you look so much better on your knees, Daddy,” I say in a sassy tone.

He takes another pull from the bottle of bourbon, his gaze never leaving me as I take out his cock.

“Is that so?” he asks, just as I grip and lick from balls to tip. “Eyes up here when you’re tasting me, sugar,” he says as I rock my wrist along the length of him. “I think you need your mouth nice and full to keep from making those bratty little comebacks.”

It’s exactly what I want—to submit to him, but not without a little verbal foreplay first. The sound he makes as I run my tongue along his length has me clenching my thighs as my knees dig into the floor.

I do it again before I answer his request and take his beautifully fat cock all the way past my tongue and down my throat.

It’s not my first rodeo, so I breathe through my nose and swallow.

Then I do it again, with a moan this time.

“Fuck,” he breathes out.

A groan escapes him as I do it yet again, dragging my hands up his thighs, even though I want nothing more than to touch myself. I know if I do, I’ll come. This room, what we’ve briefly watched, his words and direction have left me edged and ready.

His fingers glide along my jaw and dive into my hair as he rises to stand. “Open your mouth.”

With his cock still between my lips, I open as best as I can.

He leans over, pulling my hair to tip my head back, and then holds his bottle of bourbon above his cock and my mouth. “No more talking back to me, sugar. You’re going to swallow everything I give you now. Don’t let it spill. I want all of it down that pretty throat of yours.”

As the first splash of bourbon hits his hard cock, and then drips down toward the tip and spills into my mouth, I work my throat to swallow both his cock and his bourbon at the same time. It’s messy and warm, the taste of his arousal as it leaks from him and the heat of the bourbon.

“So fucking hot,” he grits out, and then tilts his head back and releases the sexiest moaning sound. I swallow again and wait for more of whatever he wants to give to me.

Making my husband moan and feel good is powerful.

I may be on my knees and submitting to him, but I have never felt more in control.

I dig my fingers into his thighs, trying to keep measured sanity as my core clenches around nothing.

But as I ease up and drag my tongue along his length, whatever calm Ace had settled into breaks away.

Suddenly, he puts the bottle down, and then guides me up from the floor, pulling me with him as he sits back and captures my lips in a messy, urgent kiss.

I straddle his lap eagerly, kneeling above his cock as it points up at my pussy.

He licks the pad of his thumb, then rubs it over my clit.

I let out a gasp at the pressure, so sensitive and ready for him.

With a smirk, he drapes his arms along the side and back of the plush couch, and says, “Let me see you ride your husband.”

Within the next second, I sink down onto him, his cock filling me so fucking well that I cry out.

The stretch is as punishing as it is pleasuresome.

Rolling my hips, I hold him deep, my body pulsing around him.

I keep the same rhythm with only one plan in mind: making him come.

And to do it soon, because I’m going to unravel.

“That’s it,” he groans, tilting his head back. “Just like that.”

His hand moves between my breasts, pulling the material down so that the lace swipes across my nipples.

It feels like sensory overload. I’m breathing heavily, practically panting.

“Look at me,” I hear him say as he palms my breasts, leaving a path of kisses all over as he leans forward.

I roll my hips again, grinding down, and this time, his cock hits a spot that has my walls crumbling.

I’m lost in how fucking good we feel together.

“Look,” he pants, just as on the edge. “Look at me, Hadley.”

When I open my eyes, I lock onto his as he pulls my body forward. His hips roll with mine, and the change in pressure has me begging. “Please,” I rush out as his upward thrusts become unrelenting. “I can’t...”

Holding my body to his, he kisses me, his tongue swooping into my mouth as I whimper. When he pulls his lips back, he grits his teeth and says, “I’m going to come. Are you ready?”

I can’t find words, only nodding.

“Good,” he says with a strained voice. “Now let me hear you scream for me.”

Pulling me down on his lap, he somehow anchors his cock deeper, and as I roll my hips, he moans, “Come.”

It doesn’t take anything more than that.

My body is overcome with a rushed wave of energy, causing my limbs to convulse as my hands grip onto him for purchase.

A darkness that danced along my vision rears forward before stars take its place, and the only sounds are my throaty groan of relief and the moaning of a well-fucked man.

With my body draped on him, his cock still inside me as we come down from our high, he mumbles a word that feels even more true now than it ever has before. “Mine.”

I smile, eyes closed as I kiss his neck and agree. “Mine.”