The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

"This way, Aphrodite."

The bouncer gestured toward the corridor that led down to the VIP section.

"Mr Ares is waiting for you,"

I followed after him, my gold heels sinking into the plush carpet, the bass music from the arena thumping through the floor and up my legs.

Last time I had been ushered past the VIP section, Finn had unmasked me and ugh, just thinking about that day made me shudder in embarrassment.

The marks on my throat had faded until they weren’t visible much. Through the well lit interior of the club, I could see Finnegan.

I was sure wouldn’t notice. I didn’t want him to, what I wanted was a hard nasty fuck that sent my eyes crossing wth pleasure while I exploded like the fourth of July.

He was at the mini bar in the luxury room when I walked in, his sexy naked back turned to me while he poured wine into glasses.

His dark pants hung low on his hips, black mask covering up that gorgeous face. It was relieving not having to dye my hair and wear contacts just so I could hide my identity from him.

"Hi, Daddy," I purred and god, every single muscle in his back rippled at the sound of my voice.

My pussy creamed the panties of the red lingerie I had on. Gosh, just how much more sexy could this man get. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

He turned, his intense green eyes finding me through the mask. They darkened immediately, raking down my entire body, the sight of my tits almost spilling out of the tight red push up bra seemed to please him very immensely.

He set the bottle down and crossed the room, crashing his mouth to mine.

Oh yes, this was exactly what I came for.

He kissed me hungrily, one hand cupping my jaw, the other sliding to the small of my back and pulling me against him. I felt every hard inch of him against my stomach and my knees turned to fucking jelly.

"Oooh, someone missed me," I breathed against his lips.

"And you didn’t?" He rasped back, licking my bottom lip before catching it between his teeth and pulling at it slightly.

He kissed me again, deeper, his tongue sliding against mine, swallowing whatever I had been about to say. My fingers dug into his chest and I kissed him back..

When he finally lifted his head, we were both breathing harder, hot breaths mixing in the tiny gap between our lips.

"Why aren’t we in the arena?" I murmured.

"Because I don’t want anyone getting in the way of what I’m going to do to you, tonight," His mouth dragged to the corner of mine, my jaw, the soft skin below my ear.

I reached between us and pressed my palm flat against the straining tent in his trousers.

"Promises," I purred, squeezing lightly, feeling his cock twitch and swell under my hand.

"Promises, Ares."

"Promises that I will keep," He hummed, stepping away. Grabbing a filled glass of wine from the mini bar, he handed me one. I took a slow sip, watching him cross to the far wall where a heavy curtain hung from the floor to ceiling.

He pulled it aside and my eyes went round as saucers.

The wall behind it was all glass and it showed the arena, spread out in all its golden depraved glory.

The platform, the booths, the velvet stations, all of it visible below us, from up here.

A woman knelt on the platform between two men, her lips stretched wide around one cock while the other drove into her from behind, her knees sliding wider with every thrust.

I couldn’t hear her moans through the glass, but God, I could imagine it. Against the wall a man had a woman pinned face first, her wrists locked above her head, her panties pulled aside, his fingers working her sopping pussy while she shook and humped his arms.

My thighs pressed together and my mouth went dry. I dropped the wine glass on a nearby table in the room and crossed to the glass, drawn to it.

My cunt was already swollen and slick just from looking. If he fucked me in this room anyone from the arena could look up and watch us.

"Do you like it?" He whispered behind me, heat radiating off his sexy body when he pressed his solid chest against my back.

"Yes I do," I breathed.

His fingers swept my hair to one side, baring my neck. Something cold then wrapped around my throat with a click.

The glass before us showed a black leather collar sitting snug against my skin. My cunt clenched so hard a little moan left my lips. His lips found my neck, hot and slow, dragging upward from where the collar sat, his teeth grazing the tendon of my neck while his tongue soothed the sting.

I pressed back into him and felt his cock throb against my lower back.

"Do you remember the safe word?" he murmured against my skin.

"Should I want one?"

His fingers hooked my panties.

"No." He growled darkly, sending a shiver down my spine. "You will need one."

Then the brute ripped my panties.

The fabric gave way and cold air hit my bare sopping cunt.

I gasped, my hips jerking back. He pressed forward, his cock grinding against my ass through his trousers, and one large rough hand slid around my hip to cup my bare pussy from the front.

His palm pressed against my mound, fingers sliding through my slick folds. He made a low ragged sound at my ear when he felt how drenched I already was, how swollen, how desperately my hips were already rolling forward seeking his fingers greedily.

"Soaking," he growled against my neck. "Already, fuck baby."

"Finn-"

"Ares." He pressed two fingers through my sopping lips without pushing inside, just parting them, stroking slowly through the wet heat of my cunt while I trembled against the glass. "We’re in the club, Aphrodite."

"Ares." I panted.

"Put both hands on the glass," he ordered.