Page 78 of Arran's Obsession
My breathing turned shallow, and my lips parted.
Damn, they had skills.
“Blondie, lie back. The other woman should stick her tongue in her cunt.”
They shifted again, one reclining so her hair draped off the end of the plinth and touched the floor, the other making a show of spreading her legs and dipping her tongue to her wet pussy.
Arran’s voice made me jump.
“In the other booths around us, people are bidding on the next instruction for the couple onstage. The winning bid is what gets read out. A good money-spinner.”
I imagined the single men behind each of the other panes of glass, all with their dicks in their hands. Or maybe buried in a bought partner.
“Want to place a bid?” He indicated to a small screen and keyboard just beyond the sofa.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I kept my focus on the sex show.
Arran reached and picked me up, setting me down on his lap. I took a shocked huff of breath but relaxed back. If he wanted to be an armchair again, fine.
At another instruction from the announcer, the woman on top turned to face the other way, kneeling over her co-worker in a sixty-nine position. She returned to tonguing duty, and the one below palmed her ass cheeks, grazing her fingertips over the other woman’s pussy.
Damn, this was sexy as hell.
Arran slid his hands down my thighs then parted my knees, spreading my legs over his. Then he widened his knees so my dress rucked up high. My breathing came faster. The women couldn’t see us, I was certain. I couldn’t make out even an outline of any other person behind the darkened glass panels. That didn’t mean this felt normal, exposing myself to two people having sex.
Under me, Arran was hard.
I wriggled, getting a bolt of pleasure at his soft exhale into my hair. His fingertips grazed the tops of my thighs.
“Bring in two men for them to suck on,” the announcer said.
There was a short pause, then a door opened and two naked men entered the space beyond the glass. The women both sat up, smiling. A buff guy with a shaven head circled the two, his dick rising from half-mast to fully erect, his colleague’s already there. Buff-Guy stood in front of the blonde woman and rubbed the head of his dick over her lips. The second woman took the initiative, pulling her man in with a happy, obviously faked sigh and her tongue out to guide him deep in her mouth.
At the other side of the plinth, the second guy wasted no time in thrusting home.
My breath hitched, my pussy wet and my body wired for sex. Under me, Arran pulsed, and I sank heavier onto his body, picturing us doing more than the actors were demonstrating. Him jerking into me. Filling me. Stretching me so wide.
Arran rolled his hips.
“Remembering my lips around your dick?” I asked.
If he said no, I’d die.
He laid a slow kiss to the side of my face. “You blew my mind, so yes, I am picturing that. I want something from you.”
“Sure you do.” Except I wasn’t here to serve him. He’d taken and taken from me. I didn’t care if this was turning him on. In fact…
I leaned to grab the keyboard, tapping in my instruction.
“You’ll need to add a pin. Two-seven-six-eight,” he growled against my neck, then delivered an open-mouthed kiss to the juncture with my shoulder.
I entered the code at the prompt, a timer showing me how long I had to place my bid. It looked like two-minute intervals. In my mind’s eye, I imagined all the other bidders hustling to advance the sex show into something more. The obvious next step was both women getting dicked down, but there were so many other ways this could go. Maybe both men fucking one woman. Or the women both servicing one guy. What to choose.
But I’d woken up today and chosen violence.
Hiding my smile, I tapped in my ridiculous amount then turned the screen away. If Arran wanted to give me twenty grand a week, good for him.
“What did you ask for?” Arran murmured.