Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“Does that mean you’re spending the night?”
He laughs, rolling on a condom. “Tonight, and every night. Your place or mine, we’re going to be together.”
I groan as he pushes into me, filling me to the brim. “I like the sound of that.”
“I thought you might.”
And then there’s no more thinking, only sweet, sweet pleasure.
Epilogue
Six Months Later
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”
Julian grins at me. “I’m not making you do anything, little dancer. If you really don’t want to, we won’t.” He leans closer to me. “But we both know that you’ve wanted this for a while.”
“Damn you.”
He takes my hand and pulls me across the club. “As long as I get to fuck you first.”
I get distracted by the way the lights in the club bounce off my new ring. It’s only been on my finger a couple of days, and I’m still not used to it. His proposal was simple, just in bed after we had finished making love—because that night that’s what it was. He asked me if I’d marry him, and I’d said yes, and every hour since then I’ve thought about that moment, unable to keep the smile off my face. Now is no exception as the blue and purple club lights flare through the diamond and make it look even more stunning than it is already, beautiful and alien.
Above our heads, Cosette is dancing. I see the spotlights fall on her as she gets a tip, and I smile. She’s become the club favorite, and no one deserves it more than she does. But right now, I can’t think about that, because Julian is leading me to a stage at the edge of the club. A stage with a giant glass box.
Deep down, I know that he’s always been right. I love to be watched, and the idea of letting people do it is thrilling. The reality is a little terrifying. He’s been suggesting we go in the box for months, and I’ve always said no. But the past couple days I’ve been so happy that I said yes without really thinking, and now I’m here. Julian doesn’t lie, if I say I genuinely don’t want to go in, he won’t make me. But we’re here, the box is reserved for us, and there’s a little part of my brain that wonders if I’ll regret it if I walk away now?
I look to the stage to the right of us where a woman is bound to a table with belts, completely naked. Her partner is massaging her body erotically, and she looks totally blissed out. To the left is a woman with her hands suspended above her head, her back and ass pink as her lover uses a flogger on her, gently and then harder. My own lover wraps his arms around me. “In or out, little dancer?”
All these people around me are here, completely in the open, not letting anyone stop them from getting what they want. They seem fearless to me. And if they can do it, then so can I. “In,” I say, my stomach a ball of both nerves and anticipation.
Julian strips down first, and I can see that he’s already hard, excited. He’s not an exhibitionist, but he’s wanted to see how I’ll react to this for so long that he’s beyond excited. He points to me. “Your turn. Everything except that,” he points to my ring. “I want everyone to see that.”
I just smirk at him. Like I would ever take off my engagement right while having sex. I would never. He opens the door to the glass box, while I take my clothes off, and I feel weird. This isn’t usually the way it goes. When Julian and I are together, our clothes usually just disappear and we find them wherever we tossed them in the morning. It feels strange to be so deliberate with them. But then I’m naked, and I’m walking into the box with him. I can hear the echoes of our breaths, and the music of the club being pumped in through speakers in the floor.
Julian shuts the door behind us, and I look at him. “This is so weird, we just do it and hope someone sees us?”
He holds up a finger, telling me to wait, and I do. Suddenly, the box is filled with light. Spotlights trained on us in the box. I hadn’t even realized that they did that, but now I can only see the club in silhouette, the chairs around the stage filling up with dark blank faces. Watching.
A familiar thrill rolls through my body, and I realize that I’m growing wet. People are staring at me and my fiancé totally naked, and I’m aroused. Julian wraps his arms around me from behind, kissing my neck. I melt into him. My body never fails to react to his, and now, the way I’m suddenly aware of the many pairs of eyes on me, the feeling of his skin on mine is breathtaking.