“I will let people watch, depending on my partner’s wants and needs. Having an audience doesn’t deter me, and it makes the sex more exciting. You never know who is on the other side of the system.”
She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at me, her blue eyes wide with curiosity and trepidation. “Do you do recordings?” This question seemed to really make her nervous.
“I haven’t in the past. That’s been one of my limits. If you wanted a recording, I’d do it for you, though.”
“Why am I different?”
I sat beside her and pulled her close to my side. “You just are. I can’t explain it, but you are so very different from any other woman I’ve ever been with. I haven’t been willing to risk my career for anyone else, ever.”
“And if I say no to everything tonight?”
“If you say no, I’ll kiss you on the head and hold your hand as we walk downstairs. I’ll put you in your car and follow you home to make sure you get there safely. Then, I’ll go to my house for a freezing cold shower.”
She smiled and chuckled softly, “Does that really work?”
“Normally yes, but with you, doubtful. I’d probably have to rub one out just so I could get some relief.” I was serious, but I gave her a reassuring smile. There was nothing that was going to happen in this room that she didn’t fully consent to.
“Can we watch first?” Paisley eyed the TV, unsure of what to do.
“Yes. Take off your shoes and get in the middle of the bed.” She did as I told her to without hesitation and climbed up on the big, high bed.
I took my shoes and socks off and grabbed the remote to the TV before I climbed up behind her. The first room to populate was the great room downstairs. The stage filled up the screen as all cameras were pointed there. There was always someone that wanted to scene in front of a large, live audience. A couple was up there now. She had long dark hair and a collar around her neck. The guy’s cock was in her mouth as he held onto her leash. She was looking up at him with tears running down her face and lust shining in her eyes. It was sexy as fuck, and I groaned as Paisley squirmed in front of me.
“Do you want to see what else is on?” I whispered against her ear. Her hands were on my thighs. I’m not even sure if she realized she was holding onto me so tight.
At her nod, I turned the TV to another channel. There was a couple in a private room that looked exactly like the one we were in. They looked to be in their late twenties or early thirties. I’d seen them in the club before, but I’d never talked to them. In the corner of the screen, I saw that there was a third person in the room, another man sitting naked and stroking his cock as he watched the couple kissing and petting on the bed.
“Eat her pussy,” came the instructions from the man in the chair. The other man on the bed immediately moved down her body and started licking her wet, glistening slit.
Her hands were tied to the bed above her head. She was sweating and her head was thrashing from side to side as she fought to hold on to her orgasm. My cock was aching to see Paisley in a similar position, to have her naked before me and wrapped around me.
I looked at the woman in front of me and noticed there were goosebumps on her arms. She was enjoying the scene. Her legs moved restlessly as she shifted between my thighs. My dick was ready to explode, but I didn’t want to push too hard, especially knowing how her ex treated her.
She gasped when the man in the corner moved toward the bed. He straddled her chest and started pumping his cock into her throat, face fucking her. Her moans of pleasure around his shaft were heard along with the slurping sounds of her pussy being eaten. The trio were lost in pleasure as we watched on in excited silence.
We watched as they started to come together. The woman orgasmed on one of her lover’s tongues as the other released across her face. She licked at his cock, drinking up as much of his cum as she could.
I hit the mute button and took Paisley’s hand in mine, bringing her hand to my lips to place a soft kiss. She relaxed into me; her eyes were closed as she allowed me to softly caress her ribcage with my left hand.
“Will you let me make love to you, Paisley?”
“Yes,” she whispered back, as I took her lips in a soft, slow kiss.
Chapter Five
Paisley
I wanted something special for my first time. This wasn’t at all what I’d expected, but it was special. Anytime I was around Liam, I felt like I was hooked up to a live wire and butterflies danced in my belly. My panties inevitably ended up soaking wet because he aroused me more than any man ever had.
He placed a kiss on my shoulder and a shudder of need rippled through me. I felt my pussy clamp down with anticipation. His lips trailed up my neck and I rolled my head giving him better access. He was being gentle and even though I loved it, I couldn’t help but want more.
“Stand up, Paisley, and turn around.” I stood on the bed, almost falling, but catching myself by putting my hands on his shoulders. I watched from above him as he reached up and unbuckled my belt then pushed the button through the eyelet hole.
Liam held my gaze as he slowly pulled my skirt down my hips and legs, letting it pool around my feet. His eyes raked down my body feasting on what he saw.
“Damn, honey,” he said when he saw my thin lace pink panties that were basically see through and soaking wet.
He pulled my hips close to his face. I closed my eyes as I felt him place a kiss on my panties, and my head spun with desire. My knees felt like jelly on an already unstable surface.
“Please.” I sighed, wanting more—begging for more.
“I’m trying to go slow and be gentle, Honey, but I’m not going to be able to. I want you too much.”
I saw the conflict in his eyes, and my heart melted a little more. He was at war with himself trying to hold back, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted it all.
My hand moved up to cup his cheek and the soft scruff on his face. I loved it. I loved him. It was crazy. We barely knew anything about each other, but I was certain that he was the man I was meant to be with. No other man had affected me like this before. No other man made me want to let go. No other man would understand me like he did. I was never myself with Adam. With Liam, he saw me. The weird desires that I kept hidden deep inside afraid to show for fear of them being used against me.
“Don’t hold back, Sir.” I tried the name out that I’d only dreamed about using when the lights were off in my room and I stroked my pussy to an invisible faceless dream guy. That man had a face now, and he was sitting in front of me. Looking at me with intense adoration. “Don’t hold back.”
His eyes darkened, and he let loose, his dominance evident in his movements as he slid my panties down my thighs. He lifted each foot removing my clothing then grasped my hips pulling me down to my knees in front of him.
“You’re mine, Paisley. After tonight, you are mine.” He kissed me hard after he declared me his, and my body whole heartedly agreed. I was his.
“Hold on.” I gasped out as he ripped my top over my head and unhooked my bra.
“What’s wrong?” Liam was out of breath and his jaw was clenched. I think he thought I was going to stop us, but that wasn’t what I wanted.