Victorious(62)

“I’m not interested in any of that. I want to work on the foundation and be with you. That’s all I want right now.”

“Then that’s all you have to do. But you have to know that the whole world is interested in you.”

“I don’t care about the whole world. I only care about you, that you’re interested in me.”

He hooks an arm around me and brings my back in tight against his front so I can feel his erection. “Suffice to say, I’m very interested.”

“That’s all that matters.” The words are no sooner out of my mouth than the plug in my ass begins to vibrate. It’s a good thing his arm is around me so tightly, or I might’ve fallen off my four-inch heels.

Pressing his cock against my bottom, he groans from the vibration that he can feel, too.

“You’re making a scene,” I say when I notice people are watching us.

“It’s what we do here.” He kisses my neck and continues to grind against me. His hand, which has been flat against my belly, moves down, his fingers splayed open. “We make scenes.”

“Flynn…”

“Shhh, no one can see what we’re doing. It looks like we’re just standing here talking.”

The tall table hits me just below the ribs, hiding my lower half. I suspect that’s the table’s secondary purpose. His middle finger dips lower, parting me and pressing against my clit through my pants. I gasp from the pleasure that zings through me. “We can’t do this here.”

“We’re not doing anything.”

“You’re touching me.”

“You’re my wife. I’m expected to touch you.”

“Flynn…”

“What’s my name here?”

Oh God. “S-sir.”

“That’s right. And what’s your safe word?”

“Fluff.”

“Use it if you need it, otherwise I expect you to remember the rules.”

He just changed the rules on me, but I understand what he’s doing. He’s showing me how incredibly hot it can be to experience desire in a room full of people, most of whom are paying us no mind. But there are a few who are watching us closely, and I suspect they know exactly what he’s doing to me.

The vibration in the plug goes up a notch, and I grasp the edge of the table.

“Let go of the table, Nat. I’ve got you.” His voice is low and intense against my ear. He’s asking me to trust him to know what’s best.

I force my hands to relax their tight grip on the table.

“Fold them and rest them on the tabletop.”

When I bring my palms together, I realize they’re sweaty. With my hands settled where he can see them, he does nothing more than rock against me, his finger teasing my clit through my clothes. He takes me right to the edge of release in under a minute.

My hands tighten around each other. I can’t possibly come here, in front of all these people. I can’t. I won’t. “Flynn…”

“Call me that again, and you’ll earn a punishment at home.”

“Sir… Please… Don’t do this to me here.”

“What’s your safe word?”

If I say it, even in reply to his question, he’ll stop. Is that what I want with my body primed to explode? This is insanity. It’s the craziest thing we’ve done yet. My heart is beating so hard, I’m afraid it will burst, and my lungs seem to have shrunk, making me feel like I’m hyperventilating.

“Natalie?”

I remain stubbornly quiet. If he wants this, I’ll give it to him, even if I didn’t intend to.

My head starts to drop forward. I’m hiding behind my hair so no one can see me come apart.

“Lay your head back on my shoulder.”

I want to growl with frustration and embarrassment. Of course he knows I was trying to hide. Because I’m his submissive, I do as he asks and rest my head on his shoulder.

“Don’t ever be ashamed of taking your pleasure.”

“I told you I didn’t want this here.”

His finger grazes my clit as his erection bumps up against the plug. “You know how to make it stop.”

I’m not sure what makes me do it, whether it’s where we are or if I’m testing the system, but the word appears on my lips. “Fluff.”

He withdraws immediately, and the plug ceases vibrating. Only his arm banded around my midsection keeps me from toppling over when my legs want to buckle under me. “Well done, sweetheart.”

“So that was a test?”

“Of sorts.” Nuzzling my neck, he says, “I want you to remember always that you have all the power. You say yes, you say no, you say not here, you say not that. It’s all about you.”

“You’ve left me all revved up.”

“That was your call, not mine.”

“What’s the word for ‘game back on’?”

“There isn’t a word for that, but if you’d like to take this somewhere private and finish what we started, I could make that happen.”

I’m about to accept his offer when I see Kristian lead a naked woman to one of the crosses. He’s wearing only a pair of formfitting black leather pants, leaving his muscular chest, back and arms on full display. Part of me feels like I should look away, to respect the privacy of Flynn’s friend. But that’s not why we’re here. We’re here to watch, which is both titillating and embarrassing. I’m dying to see what will happen but embarrassed at the same time.