Page 4 of Wear Me Out (The AfterGlow #3)

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The lights were low, casting a dark pink glow around the space.

Leather couches and play beds dotted the floor.

Music pumped through the speakers. The bar was stocked with any liquor you could ever want.

Some couples had the curtains drawn around their area, some left them wide open for others to watch.

The room was already packed and it wasn’t even midnight.

I’d poke the bear again later. He was already worked up.

I knew he would be. Wearing any toy without his permission drove him absolutely wild, but a plug was his favourite. He loved putting them in. He loved prepping me. And taking that from him was one of the brattiest things I could do.

But his punishments were so sweet. I believed him through and through when he told me I’d be begging by the end of tonight. I just couldn’t wait to find out what would get me there.

“Climb up,” Adam demanded, gesturing to the keycard bar in the playroom before folding his arms against his chest. “Spread your legs.”

“We aren’t supposed to fuck on the bar, boss. Hygiene issues and all that,” I reminded him as I boosted myself up.

“I don’t fucking care about rules right now. I’ll pay the extra cleaning fee. This is the highest point in the room, and I want every single person in this place to see you.”

Slowly, I parted my legs, resting my heels on the seats to either side of him.

“That’s a good girl. Now, I’m going to lick you and suck you and eat you until your legs shake, but you will not close your legs. You will not move them. Not until I’m done. Do you understand?”

I gulped. “Yes, boss.”

“Good. ”

He sat on the stool directly in front of me, bringing his head to the perfect height to reach my pussy.

He wasted no time. There was no teasing, no working up to it.

He dove into me, licking a long line from my hole to my clit.

My head dropped back at the feel of his flat tongue pressed down inside my slit.

Licking again, torturously slow, he stopped at my clit and sucked it into his mouth.

He lapped at me, flicking the most sensitive part over and over.

Moving his tongue back and forth, he kept a steady pace, driving the need building inside my gut higher and higher.

One of his fingers penetrated me, curving up and in.

Then another. He stroked me in time to his licks.

I needed to clamp my thighs around his head like I needed a good fuck, but I couldn’t.

The moment I did, he would stop. And it all felt too fucking good to stop.

“Can I touch you, boss?” I asked, heart racing as his tongue continued to do the work.

He grunted an approval, and my hands were in his hair instantly, tugging him against my pussy.

I grinded my face against his mouth, desperate for more.

Members were watching us now. Some stood quietly off to the side, taking in our spectacle.

Some couples fucked while keeping their gaze on us.

I welcomed it. Adam could use me on the side of the street in the middle of the afternoon and I wouldn’t say no. I didn’t care who saw.

“Yes, yes, please keep going. More,” I cried, working myself against his face, shivering at the scratch of his beard on my pussy. “I’m almost there.”

He stopped, pulling away his tongue and fingers. My face fell and the rush of heat coiling inside me extinguished as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown on the flames.

“Why?” I whimpered as he wiped his chin.

“Because brats don’t deserve to come,” he said simply, standing and grabbing another cherry from the bar.

He placed it on his tongue, slipping it into his mouth and biting down before locking his lips on mine. I opened to him and the tart sugary juice flowed from his mouth into mine. It mingled with his hot breath as he bit down on my bottom lip, causing me to moan.

“Tell me you’re a bad girl,” he growled against my lips .

“I’m a bad girl,” I whined against him, tangling my tongue with his again.

It swept through my mouth, circling mine, fighting for control. His hand slipped up the back of my neck and into my hair, and he yanked hard enough to arch my neck back.

“Tell me you need to be punished,” he groaned, pressing his still-contained cock into the front of my crotchless thong.

“I need you to punish me. I need to make things right,” I whispered.

“That’s my perfect girl. You’re going to show me how much of a slut you are tonight. As part of your punishment, you’re going to be free use to some of our friends.”

I gasped. “You’re going to share me tonight?”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m going to watch as other people touch you and fuck you, but never let you come. Only I get that privilege.”

“Who?” I dared to ask, searching his steely gaze.

“They already know they’re allowed.”

I frowned. “You won’t tell me?”

“No, I won’t,” he said, straightening his shirt collar. “But they’ll ask for a cherry before asking anything of you, so you know it’s allowed. Understand, pet?”

I nodded. The very idea of other people in the club being allowed to use me for their own pleasure, but denying my own, had a fresh wave of arousal running through me.

“Go be a good slut and get back to work. I won’t be far away, and I’ll be waiting.”

“Yes, boss,” I said before hopping off the bar, righting my skirt, and heading back to the lounge.

The night just kept getting better.