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CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

LIAM

Wearing a strappy red silk dress—made from less fabric than some pocket squares I own—Sasha walks through the club, draped on my arm and drawing the attention of nearly everyone we pass. She’s always fucking gorgeous, but the way the dress clings to her curves makes her fucking mesmerizing.

“Thank you, Sir,” Sasha purrs in my ear as we wait at the bar to grab a Jameson for me and a glass of bubbly for her. “I know you said we can’t play, but can we go down the hall?”

I sip my whiskey and savor the spicy flavor before responding to her. “I didn’t say we couldn’t play, mo mhuirnín. I told you I would not promise to go that far with you.” The way her face lights up, you’d think I wasn’t filling her pussy every morning, noon, and night. But exhibitionism hits a little differently . Even I can’t deny that.

“For now, we’ll see how you handle being in the hall,” I whisper, slipping her hand back into the crook of my arm. She squeezes my bicep with excitement as we walk into the dark. I let her set our leisurely pace, allowing her to choose which rooms we pass and which we pause at to watch the players on the other side.

Sasha’s gaze locks on a couple, and our already meandering pace slows to a crawl. On the other side of the sheet of glass, a beautiful blonde is on her knees servicing her Dom. She swallows his impressive length to the base, holding him in her throat as he rains a very skilled Florentine flogger over her arse or upper back.

Sasha lightly chews at her lower lip as we continue to gaze through the window. Shifting her weight, she squeezes her thighs together, trying to quell the need growing between them. “That’s fucking hot,” she mutters so softly it’s almost just a breath.

“It sure fucking is,” I whisper, wrapping my arm around her. But I’m not talking about the talented couple she has her eyes on. I’m not observing them. My eyes have been glued to Sasha and enjoying her growing arousal. I pull her back into my chest and let her feel my hard cock against her arse. “Is my dirty girl thinking about how badly she wants to taste my cock?”

“Yes, Sir.

“If I give you what you want”—I pause and run my tongue along the rim of her ear as she watches the man finish on the pretty blonde’s face—“are you going to take me down your tight throat and let me cover your tongue with cum?”

She teasingly rubs against my cock, and begs, “Please, Sir.” I grab her hand to lead her down the hall, and it is abundantly clear to me that while I might be her Dom, she is the one in complete fucking control. With that sweet voice, I’d drop to my knees and feast on her pussy in the middle of Times Square if she asked me to.

When we find an empty room, I swipe my card over the lock and usher her inside. Unbuttoning my shirt and eyeing the floggers hanging on the wall, I command, “Shoes and dress off. Then climb on the lounger and put that sweet arse in the air for me.”

She follows my instructions, placing her knees in the dip of the of the tantra chaise and resting her body over the top. Her beautiful round arse juts into the air, and she licks her lips in anticipation of me filling her mouth.

“So fucking eager,” I groan, undoing my trousers and freeing my cock. The moment I reach her, she wraps her lips around me and swirls her soft tongue around my sensitive tip. Fuck that feels good. I drag the leather strands of the flogger over her bare backside as she worships my cock. She alternates between licking and kissing along my shaft and impressively swallowing me to the hilt, leaving me struggling to safely work the flogger against her.

Her gorgeous chocolate eyes stare up at my body as she forces her lips to the base of my shaft. She holds me deep in the confines of her throat. I increase the intensity of the flogger, and a pleasurable moan rattles from her chest, vibrating along my cock as it constricts her already tight throat. “Fuck!” I grit, fighting back the overwhelming need to prematurely spill down her throat.

“I wish you could see how fucking stunning you are when you swallow my cock,” I muse. Sasha pulls from me with a heavy gasp. Her thick spittle dangles from both her lips and my cock, the thread breaking when a smile spreads across her face. “Or how fucking spectacular your arse looks as I paint it red with streaks from my flogger.”

Wrapping her lips around my cock again, she stares up at me as she bobs her mouth over my length. Such a talented fucking tongue… Her saliva-dampened palms slide over my muscular thighs, and she grips the back of my legs. She opens her mouth and pulls lightly at the back of my thighs. “Are you asking me to fuck your pretty mouth, sweetheart?” I ask, sliding my fingers through her hair and lightly gripping the back of her head.

Her incoherent answer vibrates around my cock. She repeats the vibration, adding a nod to be clear, and I drop the flogger to the floor. “I’ll start with your mouth, but I’m going to bury myself down your throat and fuck it raw.” I slide my hand along her arm to her hand at the back of my thigh. “If it’s too much, pinch me three times because I’m not stopping until I’m ready to fill your mouth.”