“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.

I turn to face him. “Fuck me.”

His smirk is arrogant and victorious. “I knew you would like this.”

“Yeah, yeah, you win. Just fuck me.” I place my hands on his shoulders, jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He catches me easily, a sparkle in his eye. Supporting me with one hand, he uses the other to push a finger inside me. “So eager,” he says. “So wet.”

I push my lips onto his. “Please, Julian.”

Fitting himself against my entrance, he doesn’t make me wait any longer. He pushes inside me, and I gasp. I feel electric right now. High and bright and I’m so aroused that it’s not going to take me long to come. And outside these glass walls I have an audience. They’re watching as Julian pushes his cock into me, deeper and deeper, and knowing that they’ll never be able to have me. That is so fucking hot.

“You love this, don’t you?” Julian asks. “You love that everyone in this club can see me fucking you. Can see how you’re going to come on my cock.”

His words shiver through me and I get goosebumps. “Yes, I love it.”

“Then let’s put on a show.” Julian leans forward, so far that I think I’m going to fall off him. “I’ve got you. Lean back. Brace your arms on the floor.”

I do, stretching and arching my back to reach. As soon as my hands are planted, Julian stands, his cock never leaving me. And now I’m stretched, upside down while he fucks me. This position—this crazy position—renders me completely helpless and open. I can’t let go of the floor or I’ll fall. I can’t let go of Julian or I’ll fall. I have to trust him to keep me upright while he fucks me, and people watch me, my breasts bouncing up and down from the force of his thrusts. Sharp, sweet heat courses through me. I can see the silhouettes of the audience through the glass, and I love that they’re focused on me. I hope that I’m arousing some of them with this little performance.

Julian reaches out, stroking my clit with his fingers, and my breath goes short. There’s no way I can make this last. I’m too turned on and he’s too good at what he does. Small circles with his thumb just where I need it, and suddenly I’m on the edge of bliss. I hear him chuckle, teasing me as he holds me on the brink. This pleasure has an edge to it, a sharpness roiling in my gut, heightened by all the people watching. And as Julian pushes me over, it slices through me.

My scream echoes through the box, and I almost let my arms collapse. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s heady and powerful and different and new. My whole body shakes with it, delicious and overwhelming. Julian shouts his own pleasure and I love the warm spread of his cum inside me, bringing me back to earth. I lower myself onto the floor of the box, body limp in the aftermath of it all.

It takes us long minutes to be able to make our way out the box, to a dark corner where a couch is waiting and a blanket. We curl up together as if it were our living room. And in a way, it is.

“That was something,” Julian says.

“Yeah.” I’m not exactly sure what to say about it yet. “Maybe not every day,” I pause. “But I’d be fine doing that again.”

“I should stop calling you my little dancer and start calling you my little exhibitionist.”

I smile at him. “You can call me whatever you want. Because soon you’ll replace them all with ‘my wife.’”

His eyes fill with that same joy that I’ve had bouncing around my soul for the past two days. “I will do that.” He lifts my left hand and kisses my finger with the ring. “And maybe mix it with some things. ‘My dancing wife.’ ‘My kinky wife.’”

“My sexy wife.” I interject.

“Absolutely.” He kisses me, slow and long and relaxing. “You know I love you, right?”

I snuggle down against his chest. My favorite place to be. It’s home. “Yeah,” I say. “I know. I love you too.”

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