Page 113 of The Delta’s Rogue (Crescent Lake #4)
“Before we head downstairs, I have one last requirement for you tonight,” Sebastian says once the world stops swirling around us and we stand in his office. “You owe me four orgasms tonight to earn my cock in your pretty little pussy. One orgasm for every year I couldn’t find you.”
My body becomes more pliant with each syllable he utters, betraying me completely. I’m a goner.
I’m terrified of the overwhelming pleasure I’ll receive at his hands tonight, and yet I can’t wait for it. I want the overstimulation, and I want the entire club to watch me squirm and beg him for more.
“Are you okay with that?” he asks in a low voice, tinted with a hint of concern.
“Yes, sir.” I nod emphatically. “Yes, sir.”
“You have your safe word, and you know I won’t be upset if you need to use it.”
I nod once more.
He backs away, licking his lips as he drinks me in one last time. Then, he leads me down the stairs, through the main room and into an area I’ve never been in before.
The playroom.
It’s bigger and darker than the main room. The atmosphere here is more…erotic. Taboo. In the main room, the hedonistic feel is a sultry undertone, like music playing in the background, but in this room, there’s no questioning what kind of club this is.
“Sebastian!” Forrest greets him as soon as we’re through the heavy curtain separating the two rooms. “We’ve been waiting for you. ”
Sebastian pinches my ass cheek, and I tear my eyes away from a dimly lit booth in the farthest corner from us. My face heats, my heart picks up its pace, and I clench my thighs together at the hungry, dominant look Sebastian gives me when our eyes meet.
“Is the area I requested ready?” he asks Forrest, slowly releasing me from his hypnotic stare.
“It is.”
Sebastian strolls away from him and to a booth near the middle, which is similar to the one we spent our nights in four years ago with drapes you can pull closed for “privacy”.
But here, the drapes are sheerer than those in the main area, and behind the booth is a small set of stairs that lead to a bed.
The bed is partitioned from the booths on either side by privacy screens that still allow the silhouettes of the occupants in the neighboring beds to be visible.
Sebastian shrugs off his suit jacket, tosses it into the booth, removes his tie, and rolls up his sleeves. My eyes dart between him, the booth, and the rest of the room, unsure where to look or what to watch.
Should I watch the bodies writhing in the bed to our left? The couple putting on a show in the center of the room? Or should I watch him, and drink in how delicious he looks with his sleeves rolled up, his tie gone, and the top buttons on his shirt undone?
How am I supposed to decide which is the most enticing? The most thrilling?
His finger presses against my clit through my panties, and I gasp and jump back in surprise. He’s ready for my reaction, though, and wraps his arm around my waist to keep me in place so his finger can draw circles on my clit.
“So fucking wet already.” He chuckles. He slides into the booth and places me so I face him, straddling his thigh. “Do you want the curtains opened or closed?”
I squint at him. I can’t answer that question without breaking the first rule he gave me tonight.
“Do you want me to close them right now?” he rephrases his question with a smirk.
I glance around. It’s an even split of booths with curtains closed versus opened. The booths with open curtains are dimly lit, so not everything is completely clear, especially in those furthest away.
I shake my head no .
He smiles. “For your first orgasm, I’m not going to touch you at all since you were so naughty back at the palace.” He slings his arms over the back of the bench to emphasize his non-involvement. “Ride my leg,” he orders. “Leave a wet spot on my thigh.”
He leans back so he can watch me grind. I roll my hips, and as my clit rubs against his leg, pleasure pulses from it through my entire body. I moan and tilt my head backwards and to the side as I grind on him, surreptitiously scanning the room.
“Go ahead,” he encourages me, dark amusement in his tone. “Watch everyone else while you ride me. They can all watch you too if they want.”
That thought sends warmth through me, and I grind harder against his leg, another moan falling from my lips.
Then I do what he says. I watch the others in the playroom while I ride his thigh.
It’s…intense. Couples, trios, and groups play and writhe together in varying stages of undress and varying degrees of intensity. Some Doms simply take command of their sub’s pleasure. Others have their subs tied up or cuffed and punish them by denying them touch or release. And still others—
I shudder and brace my hands on Sebastian’s chest as a sub across the room screams out an orgasm when her Dom lands a final spank to her bare, red ass. Sebastian’s eyes flick to their table, and he raises a brow, clearly taking a mental note of how I reacted to their scene, to her spanking.
Between his obvious approval of my reaction, the sounds of foreplay and sex in the room, and the building pressure in my lower belly from the continuous rubbing of my pussy on his thigh, I’m right on the edge of bliss.
I beg him with my eyes. He never explicitly told me I couldn’t come until he said, but I’ve already gotten myself into trouble enough times tonight. I don’t want to be a total brat. Not tonight. Tonight, I want to be his good girl. His good little rogue, like I was all those years ago.
“Are you waiting for me to give you permission to come, Baby Girl?”
I nod.
“Do it,” he orders. “Come for me and moan my name for everyone to hear.”
I gasp, and on cue, pure euphoria floods my senses.
I drown in it, his name on my lips and my hands on my body.
I touch every part of myself I can reach, writhing harder as the pleasure ripples faster.
The chain dangling down my back tickles my spine and teases my exposed ass, sending more shivers of delight through me.
“That’s my good girl,” Sebastian praises, finally placing his hands on my malleable body.
“ Sebastián …”
“Louder.” He grazes my thighs with his palms.
“ Sebastián! ” I repeat as his fingers slip beneath the hem of my panties.
He finds my clit, and a second orgasm hits me faster and harder than my first. I bite my lip, tensing, groaning, and pulsing my hips through each wave of my release.
“That’s two,” Sebastian says when I break through the surface again. “You still owe me two more before you get your reward,” he reminds me.
In a flash, I’m on the table, laid back with my knees forced apart by his torso.
I’m panting, desperate for both air and pleasure.
I’m vaguely aware of the sexual energy from the other members in the club tonight, but I’m so lost in the intensity of what Sebastian is doing to me that it doesn’t matter.
It adds to the moment, to the sensuality of our first night with me wearing his collar.
He massages and caresses my body, soothing my muscles while also teasing me back into a frenzy.
He slides my panties to the side and swipes his fingers through my arousal with an appreciative sound.
It feels so good, and yet it’s not enough.
His fingers don’t go deep enough, and he takes them away too soon.
My hips buck, and I grab the edge of the table to keep myself from doing anything I shouldn’t—like grabbing his hand and putting it exactly where I want it.
Sebastian hovers over me, fingers still playing with my pussy but never entering it. With his free hand, he unties the bow between my breasts and lets the fabric fall open. My nipples point to the ceiling, hardening into the stiffest peaks possible, as I imagine the entire club staring at them.
He slips a finger into my soaking-wet pussy as another flicks across my nipple. “I don’t think you realize how long I’ve been wanting to show these tits off to everyone here.”
He watches me squirm with a ruthless, seductive grin on his lips. His finger slides in and out of me easily, and it hits all the right spots as it does so. He switches between my nipples—pinching, flicking, and circling each one—and the whole time, he stares at me with hunger in his eyes .
“Look.” He jerks his chin.
I tilt my head as best I can to follow his line of sight.
The Dom who spanked his sub before now has her stripped to only her thigh highs and heels, and he’s positioned behind her with his dick slowly inching in and out. Sebastian adds a second finger to my pussy, and he matches them to the pace of the other Dom’s hips.
His other palm rests next to my head as he lowers his mouth to my ear. “It’s fun, isn’t it? Watching others play?” His thumb grazes over my clit.
I scream, “ Sebastián! ”
“Good girl.” He sighs. “Such a good fucking girl for me, screaming my name for everyone to hear.”
He trails kisses down my neck from my ear until his lips hover over my tits. His tongue flicks across my nipple, and he immediately blows on it, pulling another shout from me.
His thumb brushes my clit again, and I fall into bliss once more, my hips twitching and my pussy pulsing around his fingers.
Sebastian groans his approval, shoving his fingers higher inside me like my body is begging him to. “Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking gorgeous when you fall apart for me, so fucking perfect.”
My orgasm hasn’t even faded when he’s lifting me into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist. “One more, Little Rogue,” he reminds me as my body squirms against him so my pussy rubs on his dick. “You owe me one more orgasm.”
I whimper in frustration and grind harder on him as he carries me, desperate for that orgasm so I can finally have his cock in my pussy.
But he grips me tighter and delivers a smarting spank to my bare ass. “Not like this,” he growls. “I need to taste you.”