Page 30 of Connor's Claim
A door opened at the far side, and a woman walked in.
Not a Dixie-type, but a gorgeous blonde with a figure more like mine. Huge boobs. Wide hips. A jiggly belly and a sizeable ass. But this woman was stunning. Confident.
In pink-and-black satin lingerie, she ignored us through the glass and knelt on the daybed, as if readying herself for something good.
Out of politeness, I raised a hand to say hi.
The woman ignored me.
“She can’t see or hear us,” Shade said softly.
My cheeks warmed. “Oh.”
“That’s Tabitha. She’s one of our most in-demand workers. We’re lucky to find her free as she’s booked up all evening.”
Behind the glass, Tabitha raised her arms above her head and drew one down the other, caressing her skin. I followed the path of her touch, which stretched out again then grazed around her ample breasts.
I shifted on the sofa cushion, somewhere between fascinated and uncomfortable with watching.
“She’s a dancer?”
“For private shows only. Mainly, she’s a sex worker. She has one of our most dedicated client lists. Her prices are high, and they should be. She’s at the top of her game.”
Connor tapped something else on the tablet.
Tabitha continued her graceful exploration of her body, but the door opened again and a man entered, followed by another. The first was completely naked, his dick rising as he took in the waiting woman. The second man wore a suit and tie.
He had a neck tattoo, like Connor. Further ink peeked from his sleeves.
A warning sound played out in my head. “What are they going to do?”
I’d been to the brothel on a few occasions but had never partaken in any of the services. It felt wrong.
The naked man sank to his knees in front of Tabitha. He kissed her ankle then higher, just above her knee. The other man crowded her from behind, sliding his arms around to take two big handfuls of her breasts. He yanked down her bra cups, her boobs spilling free.
Tabitha moaned through a hidden speaker.
My core pulsed.
I jumped up. “I’m not sure?—”
With minimum effort, Connor collected me to his lap. His arm banded around me, holding me to him. If I wanted to, I couldn’t get away. He was so much stronger than me. His dick was a hard, thick rod under my backside.
“Watch,” he ordered.
“Stop.”
“I will if ye tell me what upset ye today. Every word.”
I clamped my lips together.
“Then watch Tabitha get fucked like the goddess she is and learn how a woman should be treated.”
I squirmed, gripping his restraining arm with both my hands. “What if I don’t want this?”
Connor didn’t answer. Instead, he widened his legs, taking mine apart with them, my dress’s knee-high skirt stretching over my thighs. If I thought he was done, I was wrong. Abruptly, he yanked the hem up to reveal my underwear, and his hand dove inside.
He cupped me directly between the legs, his warm fingers spearing over my slick centre like he owned it. I squeaked outin shock but couldn’t move, so stunned at his act, and with something powerful keeping me from fighting him off—an urge for him to keep going. For him to play with me like the men were playing with Tabitha.