Page 39 of Lie With Me
Sweet, but you know it will give you a stomachache the more you indulge.
“No, but you’ll definitely get to see me out of it. Come on.” Grabbing his hand, I lead him to the Desires wing.
Once a month, the club hosts a show that is basically a giant orgy for anyone who wants to join. It’s always held in the back end of the wing, but the front part still has rooms available for those who don’t want to join or watch the show, but want to have their fun privately.
The doors aren’t open for the crowd yet, so I let my guard know we’re ready to go to our room. As he walks us down the hall, I tell him, “Give us ten minutes, then let the others in, please.”
“You got it, Miss Bianca.”
“Others?” Tripp asks, tensing at my side.
I wait until the door shuts behind us to explain myself. “Remember, you can always say no if you don’t want to go through with anything, but will you at least try?”
“That depends. What is it you’ve set up?” Tripp’s tone is no longer playful. He sounds more fearful than anything.
Stepping forward, I raise my hands to unbutton his white dress shirt. His mask tonight reminds me of the one Antonio Banderas wears inZorro, plain black and tied simply around his swept-back curls.
“Another couple is going to join us in a few minutes. I want you to be open-minded. I’m going to throw a lot at you in a moment. Remember what we talked about the other night, though? Don’t knock it till you try it, right?”
Next, my fingers work his belt buckle and I pull it from his waist in one fell swoop. “You said you wanted to tie Emily up, that you liked the idea of being in control. Tonight, I’m going to tie you up. I’m going to be the one in control. You should never ask your partner to do something you’re unwilling to do.”
Pushing his chest lightly, I walk him backward to the bed until the back of his legs hit the edge, and he falls into a sitting position. I step between his knees, threading one hand in his hair while the other cradles his jaw so I can pull his head back to kiss him deeply, wasting no time in sinking my tongue into his mouth to caress his.
His hands find my hips before they roam around to squeeze my butt. When I pull my lips away, he nods scarcely. “I trust you.”
“If you get uncomfortable, just tell me, okay? Don’t do it because you think it’s what I want. I’m okay with whatever you decide. I’m just presenting a different view on things. Now, get comfortable against the pillows.”
As I cross the room to grab a pair of handcuffs and a condom from the dresser drawer, he says, “It makes sense. What you said about not asking your partner to do something you’re not willing to do. I never really thought about it that way before.”
When I return, Tripp willingly lifts his arms behind his head so I can shackle him to the headboard. He shifts his hips as I straddle him, biting at one of my nipples through my lace underwire top as I lean over him and secure his wrists.
Our attention is pulled to the door as it opens, and a woman’s voice rings out, “Oh! It seems like you two have already started on the fun.”
The woman is an Angel, and we’ve done shared work like this before. She’s petite, standing at five-two, with a platinum blonde pixie and a little nose that makes her look like a fairy. The man she’s brought is tall with broad shoulders and dark hair. He’s wearing silk pajama pants and nothing else, looking at me like he’s won the lottery.
“Well, we really lucked out tonight, didn’t we, my man?” he asks Tripp.
I can hear Tripp’s visible gulp before he whispers, “Is he going to touch you?”
“She’sgoing to touch you. Aren’t you, Galadriel?” Shuffling back, I get off the bed and beckon her toward me. Tripp watches as she appears by my side, holding hands with the other man.
“Still what we discussed?” she asks me as she looks Tripp over like he’s a steak and she’s a hungry dog.
“As long as he says it’s okay, we stop the moment he says to stop.”
Galadriel drops the man’s hand, takes off her robe, and slowly gets on the bed, her gold crotchless lingerie glittering as she moves. She motions to his pants. “Hi, there. May I?”
Tripp’s body is tight with tension as he gives her a sharp nod, watching with narrowed eyes as she unbuttons his pants and tugs them down slightly to pull out his semi-hard cock. He sucks in a sharp breath as she lets out a little tinkling giggle.
Turning my head to look at the man who’s watching them with interest, I ask him, “What should I call you, handsome?”
His eyes move to me, trailing down my body as he responds, “Diego. Please tell me I get to fuck you.”
“No,” Tripp’s voice snaps. “You don’t get to fuck her.”
“Oooh, we have a possessive one here, don’t we, Bianca?” Galadriel sings out as she strokes him. “Don’t worry, big boy, she’s going to ride his face while he fucks me.”
“Thank you.” Diego kisses his knuckles before holding them up to the ceiling.