Page 102 of Made for Wilde

As soon as the door closes around us, Koda backs me up against the wall and cages me in.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry.

“Nervous but mostly turned on.”

His answering chuckle is pure sin.

“Good,” he growls as he pulls me flush against his body. “That’s exactly how I want you.”

He lets his fingers drift lower, pressing against my plug through the thin dress. Even the lightest touch makes me gasp, my knees nearly buckling.

“Tonight is about you and your fantasies,” Koda murmurs, his lips brushing my neck. “If at any time you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, just say the word and it’s done. Do you understand?”

I nod. “I understand.”

His mouth crashes against mine in a kiss that’s all-consuming. I melt into him, opening beneath his assault, letting him claim me completely.

We break apart just as the elevator chimes. Then the doors slide open to reveal a place unlike anything I’ve ever seen.

The third floor of The Summit is nothing like the restaurant below. The air is thick with the scent of sex and expensive perfume, the lighting low and decadent. Plush banquettes line the walls, occupied by couples in various states of undress. The music is a slow, pulsing throb, vibrating through my entire body.

But it’s the stage in the corner that steals my attention.

I can’t look away.

A woman is bent over the edge of the platform, her wrists bound behind her back. She’s completely naked, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. A huge man stands behind her, his cock driving into her in hard, relentless strokes. Each thrust makes her tits bounce.

But she’s not just taking him. Her face is buried in another man’s lap, her throat bulging as he fucks her mouth. The man on the receiving end has his hands tangled in her hair. His hips jerk forward with every thrust. The wet, obscene sounds of spit and skin echo over the music.

I’m instantly soaked. I clench my thighs together, trying to quell the ache building between them, but it’s hopeless.

Koda’s voice is a dark caress. “Like what you see?”

I’m so turned on I can’t speak.

My cheeks burn, but I can’t stop staring as the man behind the woman grabs her hips and pounds into her even harder, making her whole body shake. The man in front of her fists her hair tighter, forcing her to take him deeper, her nose pressed to his crotch as drool leaks down her chin.

“I knew you’d love this.” Koda’s lips brush my ear, his hand slipping lower, fingers pressing between my legs. “You’re such a filthy girl, aren’t you?”

The attendant reappears, discreet as a shadow. “This way, please.”

We follow him past the stage, deeper into the club.

Every turn reveals more debauchery.

On a velvet chaise, a curvy brunette straddles her partner’s face, riding his tongue while she fingers herself, moaning loud enough to draw stares. In a shadowy alcove, two women are locked in a sixty-nine, their legs tangled, bodies gleaming with oil.

It’s overwhelming, and I’m completely, helplessly aroused.

The attendant stops at a door near the end of the corridor.

“Your room, Mr. Wilde. If you need anything, just press the call button.”

Koda thanks him, barely waiting for the door to close before he pulls me inside.

There’s a king-sized bed facing both windows, a sleek black leather chair, a small table stocked with toys and lube. The air is cool and clean, but it’s the view that makes me dizzy.