Page 44 of Doxed

My heart pounds in time with the steps down the hall and I almost smack Miles in the chest with my fist when he abruptly opens the door.

“Someones coming,” I whisper before he can say anything.

In a flash, he pushes me against the opposite wall, closing the door at the same time. Miles stares into my eyes while his fingers weave through my hair.

He leans forward, brushing his lips against mine. “Stop shaking, Little Ghost.”

I swallow roughly and my hand grips his waist, the soft fabric of his shirt crumpling in my fists. “Why do you call me that?”

He moves down to my neck, and I can't help but move to accommodate him as he places soft kisses against my skin. “Because you’ve haunted me all my life.”

“Hey, what are you doing down here?” A stern voice echoes down the hall as his steps accelerate.

Miles slowly pulls away, a breathtaking smirk splayed across his face. I know we’re supposed to be acting like a couple, but it was really nice to forget for a second what our real dynamic is.

“What does it look like?” he asks. “I’m trying to fuck my wife.”

“There’s a room for that. This area of the house is restricted.” He waves his hand down the hall. “I’ll show you.”

“Thank you.” Miles smiles, taking his mask to put back on as we follow the guard.

The guard takes us to a large room illuminated by purple lights. Tufted leather couches line the walls, and a BDSM spanking bench and a St Andrew’s Cross sit in the middle of the room. I recognize them from the club. We had a few in our BDSM rooms.

The guard holds the door open for us as we walk in and Miles leads me to the bench, lifting me to sit on it and looking back at the man. He nods and closes the door.

“We can stay in here for a while to keep the ruse up and then we can go,” Miles says, taking a step away from me.

I nod as the doors to the room open, and couples and singles walk in, excited smiles on their faces. One couple strolls to the Cross, the woman taking off her long gown before the other woman straps her in.

Everyone else sits down on the couches or gathers around. “Oh my god, this is an exhibitionism and voyeurism room.” I stare wide eyed at all the people milling about.

“Uh, shit. That makes sense now,” Miles says, nodding.

“On It” by EMO plays through speakers in the ceiling and I lean back on the bench, placing my heels on the leg rests. “Well, are we going to give them a show? You’re supposed to be fucking your wife, as you said.”

Miles’ head snaps back to me. “I may push your boundaries, but I would never take something from you that you’re not willing to give me.”

“I know. That’s why I’m giving it to you.” I smirk and move the slit in my dress to expose my bare pussy.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Turn around, my wife. Wrists together in front of you.”

I do as I'm told as Miles walks around me. He takes hold of my wrists and guides them to two black leather cuffs that are attached to a chain that hangs from the ceiling. I kneel on the bench, my thighs spread across the padded center as I hang from my wrists from the ceiling.

He lowers the chain so my chest rests against the bench, and unzips his black slacks, freeing his pierced cock.

People start to take an interest in us now and move closer.

I can feel their eyes on me as I open my mouth and Miles guides his long cock inside.

I’ve experienced just about everything working as an escort, but everything feels new with Miles.

There is so much lust and passion between us that it feels like the first time.

His piercing scraps against my tongue and I relax my throat to let him in. Without the resistance, he pushes forward and groans when his dick slides all the way in. My nose bumps against his pelvis and he waits there for a moment before pulling out slightly and pushing back in.

The heated stares of strangers spurs me on as I let Miles fuck my mouth.

He’s gentle as he thrusts deep into my throat, and I only watch him.

Tears burn in my eyes, but I don't dare blink, worried about missing even a second of this time with Miles.

I shouldn't be letting him do this. I shouldn't crave this as much as I am.

But I do. I want to believe him so badly.

I want to erase everything between us and start over.

But we can’t.

So I'll take this. This moment, this experience, and then I'll be done.

Miles pulls out and kneels down in front of me. His long fingers cradle my chin and his voice is husky as he says, “Good girl. I’m going to fuck you now, okay?”

I nod, and he stands and walks around me. Now that I have nothing else to focus on, I notice the surrounding crowd has grown exponentially. Before I can think any more about it, though, Miles yanks my wrists upward.

A gasp leaves my throat and I feel a cool wave of air as Miles lifts my dress over my ass.

I hear his throaty chuckle as he leans forward. “No panties?” His fingers slide over my bare pussy.

My heavy breaths cause me to sway slightly, and I drop my head forward. Nervous and excited anticipation builds up in my stomach as I wait for Miles to have his way with me.

“Are you sure?” His silver mask is cold against my neck as he presses it against me. “We can still back out.”

I shake my head and arch my back even more, pressing my ass against his wet cock. “Fuck me, Dox.” I doubt anyone can hear me, but it feels wrong to use his real name here.

“Whatever my wife wants, she gets.” The thick, pierced head of Miles’ dick rubs over my soaking pussy before he slides it inside of me.

My head falls backward as my eyes close with satisfaction. This just feels right, him and I. No matter the circumstances or the setting. And I hate him for making me feel this way about him. His fingers dig into my hips as he fucks me with long, delicious strokes.

I’m thankful that my mask only covers half of my face because the panting coming from Miles does not seem fun behind a full face mask.

I barely hear the approaching heels clacking against the floor over the slap of Miles’ skin against mine and I turn to look, my cheek pressing against my arm.

A woman smiles broadly as she offers out a sleek, black, egg-shaped vibrator. Miles grunts and takes it from her, and I turn back, staring up at the dark ceiling that I'm chained to. This night is not turning out how I thought it would.

He turns the toy on and presses it against the outside of my thigh, his thrust slowing as he slides the toy down my leg toward my knee.

Then he sweeps it to the back of my thigh, then the inside as he glides it upward.

When he reaches where his thighs are bumping against mine, he moves the toy over my ass, around my hip, and straight down to my clit.

Once it’s in the right place, Miles pulls the chain connected to my cuffs until I’m completely vertical.

His other hand wraps around my chest and he buries himself so deeply inside of me.

I swear he’s hitting places that no one ever has before.

He ruts inside of me, his piercing practically bumping my cervix, and turns the vibrator up a level.

“Right there, right there,” I chant, the chain digging into my hands as I squeeze it.

Miles lets go of me and I feel his hand on my back as he unzips my dress a few inches, then he reaches back around and slips his hand inside of my dress to caress my nipple. He pulls and rolls it between his fingers and that’s just what I need to push me over the edge, screaming.

“That’s right,” Miles coos, massaging my breast gently. “Show everyone how beautiful you are when you come for me.”

My head spins as I suck down lungfuls of air and my body buzzes with the wonderful feeling of release.

Miles’ hand leaves my breast as my head rights itself and I calm down.

The vibrator thuds to the floor as he drops the chain holding me upright and I plunge to the leather bench; my elbows stopping me from landing on my chin.

“Ow,” I grunt, looking over my shoulder at Miles’ stupid mask, and I just know he’s smirking underneath it by the way he cocks his head to the side and stares at me. Asshole.

He lifts one leg and sets it next to mine, shifting himself deeper inside, which I didn't know was possible. Groaning, I shift from side to side, enjoying the feel of him inside of me. It’s perfect.

His hands grip my hips, his fingers flexing against my skin as he sets a brutal rhythm.

The noises we make together are obscene.

He grunts and gasps and I moan loudly while our skin slaps together rapidly.

It's beautiful and dirty and I wish we weren’t in the middle of a BDSM room with a bunch of criminals because there is so much more I want to do with him.

My clit rocks against the bench, and it’s almost better than the vibrator from earlier.

The steady back and forth has worked me up nicely and as Miles reaches up and buries his hand deep in my hair and yanks my head back, I plummet over the edge, my mask moving because of Miles’ hand and covering my eyes.

His cock pulses as I feel his cum spill into me and the thought only prolongs the waves of my orgasm.

Miles’ hand caresses my ass and thigh before he pulls out of me and lowers my dress, covering me again.

An announcement comes through the speakers of the room, the music dying down and everyone’s heads turn to focus on the man speaking.

“The auction will begin momentarily. Please make your way to the auction room.”

The music slowly builds back up to its volume from before and people stop what they’re doing and file out of the room.

Miles bends over, his chest pressing me into the bench. “Come on, we don’t have a lot of time left,” he says next to my ear before pulling away.