Tabitha
After watching a few scenes and making out in a couple of different places around the club, Lex leads me to the voyeur rooms. They’re separate from the private rooms because in these rooms, there’s a large window where people can stand outside and watch. In these rooms, you’re alone with your partner, but everyone can see what you do.
It’s a mind fuck.
And it’s kind of completely perfect.
Lex and I go into a room and he closes the door and locks it. When he turns back toward me, suddenly, I get to see the Dom side of him that so rarely comes out.
“It’s just you and me, little girl,” he says, and stalks toward me. I’m standing in the middle of the room, but I start to back up instinctively. Nice Lex is gone. Wild Lex is here. Bad boy Lex. Naughty Lex.
The Lex I’ve fallen super-fucking-madly in love with is here.
And he’s going to fuck me.
He moves toward me with the smooth, leisurely prowl of a cat about to pounce on its favorite snack. Only in this scenario, I’m the mouse. I’m the one who’s about to be eaten, and I’m not sure whether to be completely horrified or completely aroused.
I back up more and more until I hit the wall, and then I stand still while Lex gets closer and closer.
“You’re mine,” he says. “Not just for tonight. Forever. For always. Tell me.”
“I’m yours,” I say. The words are easy to say. It’s easy to admit, freeing. It’s calming to admit that yes, I am his. I’ve always been his. I’ve always wanted to be his.
“Take off my shirt,” he tells me, and my hands start moving over the hardness of his chest. I scurry to undo each of his buttons, excited and nervous at the same time. I know there are people watching outside the window. I know they can see everything we’re doing, but the room is soundproof. They can’t hear us. They don’t know what we’re saying, so we have that small privacy.
After just a little bit of fumbling, I manage to get Lex’s shirt off. I hand it to him, and he drops it to the floor.
“I don’t need it anymore,” he says with a shrug. “Now let’s take off yours.”
My eyes dart toward the window, but he cups my chin and makes me look at him.
“None of that, baby. No nervousness. No shyness. You’re fucking beautiful. Okay?”
“Okay,” I nod.
“It’s just you and me tonight. Nobody else matters. It’s just you and me and the world outside can go fuck itself, all right?”
“Yeah, all right,” I whisper, and I start to unlace my corset. For a second, I think he’s going to pull the Dom move where he yanks out a knife and tears off my top, but I’m glad he doesn’t. Instead, he gives me a second to get out of my corset and when I’m done wiggling free, I hand him the fabric.
He drops it beside his shirt.
“We don’t need that anymore, either.” He palms my breasts instantly and starts kissing me, pushing me back against the wall. He’s hard and aggressive, but I love it, and I’m instantly wet. As he kisses me, Lex somehow manages to strip us both the rest of the way down, and he guides me over to the bed that’s in the center of the room. It’s sideways, so everyone viewing the room has a perfect view of everything that happens.
“Here we go, princess,” he whispers, and he helps me climb up. Then Lex joins me, and we keep making out, kissing, touching. I rub his cock and he slides his fingers inside of me, joining himself with me. We’re touching and kissing and rubbing, and soon I’m so close I might just explode. Soon I’m going to die if I don’t feel him inside of me. Soon I’m about to come.
“More,” I groan.
“What do you want, baby?”
“You,” I tell him. “Inside of me, please.”
“Ask me nicely,” he nips my ear. “And I might consider it.”
“Please, sir,” I whisper, using the title I know he loves. “Please, oh please, fuck me.”
“I think you can do better than that, baby.”
“Sir,” I groan as he pinches my nipples. “Please, will you slide your cock in me and fuck me until I come?”
“Much better,” he says. “Roll over.”
Somehow, I make it to all fours, and I feel Lex position himself behind me. He runs his nails down my spine, and then back up again. He grips my ass and squeezes, then traces his finger down and over my pussy. My body clenches, eager, as I wait for him to touch me.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he says, sliding a finger inside. “So pretty and soft.”
“Please, sir,” I whisper. “Please.”
“Tell me what you want, princess. Say the words.”
I close my eyes for a second and just feel. I just feel everything he’s doing to me, every way he’s touching me. Then I think of the crowd gathered outside the window and I turn my head so I can see them. There are so many people with faces practically plastered to the glass.
Lex notices me looking.
“That’s right, baby,” he says. “They’re all looking at you. Every single person here wants you. The women want to be you and the men want to fuck you. You’re fucking gorgeous and they love it. I love it, too.”
He bites me on the ass, then licks up my spine until his mouth is right beside my ear.
“What do you want?” He whispers. “Tell me.”
“Your cock,” I whisper. “Please.”
“Say it again.”
“Please fuck me, sir.”
“Beg me.”
“Please, I’m going to die if you don’t,” I whisper, and then Lex thrusts into me. I cry out as he fills me all at once. He’s not soft or gentle or nice as he fucks me in front of the crowd. I’m groaning and mumbling and my entire mind turns to jelly as I lose myself in the moment.
The thing about BDSM is that it’s not all whips and chains and humiliation and spankings. It’s not all about pain. Sometimes it’s about the pleasure, the communication, the production. Sometimes it’s about finding out exactly what your partner needs to feel good, to feel sexy, to feel satisfied. Sometimes it’s about getting out of your comfort zone and giving that to them.
Right now, I’m too filled with pleasure to feel anything but peace. The fact that people are watching us fuck just makes me wetter and more eager. The fact that they’re getting turned on by us just makes me even more excited. I love knowing that despite pushing thirty, I can still turn people on.
I can still be sexy.
I can still be gorgeous.
“You’re fucking incredible,” Lex pulls my hair forcing my head back. The pain mingles with pleasure, creating an even stronger sensation. I’m close to coming and he knows it. Lex knows exactly what it takes to push me over the edge, exactly what it takes to get me to that peak.
“Come for me,” he says.
“I’m close,” I groan.
“Now, baby,” he commands. “Come for me and all these nice people who have taken the time to come watch your pussy get fucked. Come for us. Come.”
Lex has pushed me to the edge of the edge of the cliff. I’m lingering there, at the top, waiting to fall. I’m waiting, holding on, clinging to everything I have, everything I know, but then he speaks, and I jump.
“Come.”
My heart soars as I cry out, coming harder than I’ve ever come before. Behind me, I hear Lex coming at the same time, and I feel him filling me. This is it. This is the moment. This is the moment we’ve been fighting for, hoping for. This is it, and I feel whole.
When we both come back to reality, Lex gets up and closes the curtains to the room to give us a little bit of privacy. Then he comes back to me and wraps his arms around me.
“Talk to me, baby.”
“That was amazing,” I say.
“Have you ever had a scene like that?”
“Never.”
“Usually you get spanked,” he says knowingly.
“This was different,” I admit. “This was sexy and dirty and raw, but it was also tender.”
He strokes my cheek softly, and then plays with my hair a little.
“I will always be tender with you,” he promises.
“I love you, Lex.”
“I love you, too, Tabitha.”
We hold each other for awhile, just kissing and touching, and then Lex says the words I’ve been wanting to hear for the last three years. He asks me the question I’ve been dying to hear him ask.
He gives me the world with those five little words.
“Will you marry me again?”