Page 6 of Twisted Little Games (New York City Mafia #3)

“ Fuck . You’re so tight. Nothing else could fit in this cunt.

” He adds another finger, shoving two inside me.

I breathe heavy, more turned on by some stranger’s fingers inside me than any sex I’ve had in years.

A stranger who is a demanding asshole with a filthy mouth.

“Squeeze my fingers,” he commands, and I do while he presses the heel of his hand to my clit.

My walls clench again all on their own, making the man chuckle.

“If you’re going to come for me, you better do it fast before I get fired.

” He presses a damp kiss to the side of my neck, making me melt.

Rather than tense up at the rough treatment, I give in to it, enjoy it.

Then his fingers curl and find that perfect spot.

I tremble all over as I detonate. My inner walls clench around his thrusting fingers.

“That’s it. Good girl. I know exactly what you need to pull that stick out of your ass.

Let me fill it with something more fun for the both of us.

” He presses forward, poking my behind and letting me know exactly what he wants to shove up my ass.

I’ve never been spoken to in such a degrading way or felt more at ease.

I’m still so aroused, even after the last shudder, that seconds later, his fingers have another orgasm crashing through me.

I should be embarrassed when the man chuckles against my neck, but I’m just grateful for the release that washes away all my constant worries.

When he slowly removes his fingers from my clenching pussy, he slides them to my backside, tugging the string of my panties to the side and rubs his damp fingertip over my hole. “Next time?”

Laughing, his palm slaps my ass cheek again before he lowers the bottom of my dress, covering me and stepping away. “She’s good to go,” he tells someone while I remain plastered to the wall for a few more seconds. My limbs refuse to cooperate and move just yet.

I finally push myself back, wondering what the hell just happened as I study the masked man who blew my mind. The guard ignores me, however, and motions the next person in line over, a man in a raven black mask. I feel invisible as I search for Natalie, trying to put myself back together mentally.

Before I find her, I spot another guard giving a guy the same treatment as the guard just gave me. While I can’t see his hand, his arm is obviously down around the front of the patron’s pants, moving as if he’s stroking him through the fabric.

Wow. So, I guess I was nothing special to the guard, just another horny customer to get off. I feel ashamed.

“There you are!” Natalie says when she comes up and grabs my arm to pull me through to the entrance.

“They do… that with everyone?” I nod toward the man getting a hand job.

“Oh, well, sometimes, but only through clothes.”

“Oh.”

“Did your…did that guard touch you?” she asks, side eying. “Really? You could report him.”

I shake my head. “What would I say? That he gave me two much-needed orgasms, and I regret them?”

“He made you come? Twice? That fast?”

“Yes.” My face flushes even hotter in shame.

“Damn. I knew he was talented but…”

“You know him?”

“No, I meant, he looks like he knows what he’s doing when he touches a woman.” She shakes her head. “Twice. Wow. After the front door closes, you could take him into a private room and finish what you started.”

“He asked about…well, no. I’m good now.”

Natalie doesn’t comment. In fact, her lips are pursed as if pissed at me or upset that she didn’t get the same treatment. Maybe she has a thing for the guard. He’s all hers. I shouldn’t have let him, a complete stranger, finger me in such a degrading way.

“I think I need a strong drink,” I tell Natalie.

“Okay, well, I’m off to the stocks,” she says happily. “Have fun!”

“You too.”

I get a martini from the bar and then wander around.

The place is pretty much what I expected.

A bunch of horny people getting it on. In one room, a woman hangs from a cross while two men take turns whipping the front of her body.

In another, a guy is tied to a four-poster bed while a man does something to his nipples.

Then there’s Natalie. Her head and arms are locked in the wooden stocks, or pillory, and a line of men and women stand, waiting for a chance to use either a paddle or a belt on her ass.

Each person gets two strikes before moving on.

I watch a few of them, then the third person asks to use his palm.

Natalie agrees and cries out not in pain as they land, reminding me of the guard’s palm on my bottom.

The guy asks to taste her pleasure, and she agrees to go into a private room with him, leaving me alone with a bunch of horny people I don’t know.

What am I even doing here? I thought I’d find some comradery with people who have kinks similar to mine, but I just feel like I’m risking my entire career because the pressure of taking on all the city’s criminals is getting to me.