Page 103 of Made for Wilde

The room is designed for voyeurism and exhibition. Two massive windows dominate opposite walls. One looks out over the main floor and the stage, giving a perfect bird’s-eye view of the action below. The other window is covered with a heavy black curtain.

Koda comes up behind me. “Get on your knees at the window. I want you to watch.”

I do as he says, climbing onto the padded bench in front of the glass.

From here, I can see everything.

The woman on stage is still being used, her body shaking as both men fuck her. One in her mouth, the other in her cunt. Herpartner is slapping her ass, making her cry out around the cock in her throat. The audience watches, some openly masturbating, others whispering and pointing.

Koda lifts the hem of my dress, exposing my bare ass and the jeweled plug glinting between my cheeks.

The sight reflected in the window is obscene.

I look wild and desperate, my belly round and tight, my thighs already slick with arousal.

He kneels behind me, spreading my legs wider.

“Keep your eyes on the stage,” he orders, voice dark and rough. “Don’t look away.”

His hand slides between my thighs.

Two thick fingers plunge into my soaked pussy without warning. I bite my lip to keep from screaming. The plug vibrates inside me, low and steady, making every nerve ending spark. Each thrust of his fingers rocks the toy against my sweet spot, the dual sensation so intense I can barely breathe.

“Look at how fucked she’s getting,” Koda growls, his breath hot against my ear. “That’s you, baby. That’s how I want you. Completely used, put on display, everyone knowing you belong to me.”

On stage, the woman is sobbing with pleasure, her face streaked with spit and tears. The man in her mouth pulls out and paints her lips with his cum, smearing it across her cheeks before shoving his cock back between her lips. The man behind her grabs her by the waist and slams into her until she convulses, screaming as she comes around him, her body jerking uncontrollably.

Koda matches the rhythm of their fucking, his fingers pumping into me hard and fast, the plug’s vibrations cranked up another level.

I can’t hold back the sounds anymore.

I’m moaning, begging, grinding back on his hand.

“Do you want to come while they all watch, Charlotte?” His free hand wraps around my throat, holding me steady as he fingers me ruthlessly. “Do you want them to see how needy you are? How desperate?”

“Yes,” I gasp, my vision blurring. “Please, Koda, please?—”

He presses the plug deeper, the vibrations making my whole body seize. His thumb circles my clit, relentless, merciless.

I shatter.

My orgasm rips through me like a live wire. I scream, my forehead pressed to the glass, watching the woman on stage collapse in a puddle of cum and sweat.

I’m sobbing, shaking, my thighs quivering uncontrollably.

Koda doesn’t stop.

He milks every last aftershock from my body, then finally eases his fingers out, pulling me back against his chest.

I slump in his arms, boneless and wrecked.

He kisses my neck. “That’s my good girl.”

My pulse is still racing when he reaches for the side table and lifts a sparkling black mask. It’s covered in glittering crystals, a delicate band of midnight that will hide just enough of my face to make me anonymous.

And just enough to make me feel even more exposed.

Then he holds it out to me, his eyes dark and hungry.