Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
I only realize where Isaak’s taking me when he stops in front of the swing.
It’s obviously sanitized between every use, but he both sanitizes it again and puts one of the velvet casings over the seat you can purchase for an extra hundred bucks.
I just shake my head, knowing better than to protest. I learned that lesson a couple months ago, and had a red ass for days afterwards. Moira was so delighted when we went out for coffee the next day and I could barely sit down. She had a special pillow in her car she brought out for me—she always carries it around with her for just such occasions.
After covering the swing, Isaak guides me by my tied hands to sit down, then he straps my legs in.
“Be back in a minute,” he says and kisses me on the forehead.
It’d be a sweet gesture if I wasn’t squirming in a sex swing with on-lookers gathering. There are definitely some fetishists who get off on watching a pregnant woman in a BDSM club. I’m only starting to show, but still. I think I might be a very popular attraction the next few months. I feel giddy just thinking about it.
Lucky bitch. Everybody’s gonna watch you get creamed.
That’s right. They are. I grin, loving that I get to give into some of my dirtiest thoughts. What’s wrong gets to be so, so right when I’m with Isaak.
He keeps his word and returns within sixty seconds. And he’s holding the wireless microphone that’s usually at the front of the stage.
“Now,” he says in his low, growly sex voice, “what was it you did this morning before I was quite awake yet?” He glances around the crowd. “I’ve told her she’s welcome to wake me up this way any time she likes. Today she took me up on the offer.”
He puts the mic in my face as he tugs his shirt off with he other hand.
Appreciative comments sound across the club as people start to realize we’re about to put on a scene and that Isaak is a damn fine specimen.
My cheeks flame with heat as more and more folks wander over to watch as Isaak switches the mic to his other hand and slings his black shirt off into the crowd with a little, “Whoop!”
There are definitely audible cheers at this.
“Come on, little lady,” Isaak says, hamming it up for the crowd. If he wasn’t going all in on the security business, I’d have said he’d be perfect for the La Bare stage, the best all-male dancer entertainment bar in Dallas. Though I suppose I might get jealous if he was giving lap dances to other women all night.
When he glides his hips back and forth as he walks closer to me again with the microphone, oh yes, I am glad I’m the only gal in Texas who gets to have him in her lap.
He leans in and, with that deep voice of his speaks right into the microphone as he pierces my eyes with his own. “Tell them exactly what you did when you woke up this morning and found my hard-on pressed against your ass.”
I suck in an audible little gasp that echoes through the mic to speakers all throughout the room.
“I wanted to get fucked,” I whisper. “So I crawled down underneath the covers. Your cock was punched through between the buttons of your boxers. So I could just grab it.”
Isaak pulls the mic back and he starts running a feather up my inner thigh. Fuck. Where’d he get that?
“Did you grab it with your hand?” he asks.
“N— No,” I stutter, tickled and turned on by the feather. And by recounting my sexual exploits to a room full of strangers and friends.
Even Bane has Moira twisted this way, one hand at her throat, vibrator held just out of touch of her clit, making her listen.
Oh my god. It’s one thing watching my friend have sex all the time. But having it reversed so she’s going to watch me?
“What’d you do?” Isaak demands into the mic before putting it back in my face.
“I took your cock in my mouth. I wanted you to wake up with me already sucking you off.”
“Fuck right you did. And did I wake up right away?”
I gulp, forcing myself to look around as Isaak unzips his pants and steps between my legs. I’m so fucking embarrassed but at the same twisted fucking time, I love it. And when Isaak’s cock rubs between the lips of my pussy, I’m instantly drenched for him.
“What’d you do?” he demands, his own breath short like it always gets whenever his cock is anywhere near my sex.
“I swallowed you down my throat.”
“Was that easy?”
“It’s never easy with you,” I whine as just the tip of him dips inside me, stretching me. “You’re so big. Do they see how big you are?”