I’ve never considered exhibitionism. Ever. But god, what a high. At first, I wasn’t sure I could do
it, having all of those people staring at me, judging me, picking me apart until I was left feeling
raw and exposed. Instead, I felt seen, appreciated, desi red. The beautiful woman in front was
the first to put me at ease. When I locked eyes with her, she gave me a soft smile before her
eyes raked over my naked body, lust quickly filling them and causing my entire body to shiver.
It’s nice when a man thinks you’re attractive, but when a woman does, it hits differently.
Between the looks of awe from the voyeurs and the praising words out o f Dom’s mouth,
because what the hell else am I going to call him, every fiber of my being was buzzing with
anticipation. It only took a few touches from him to send me over the edge embarrassingly fast.
Dom suddenly pulls his hand away from my jaw, encoura ging me to get up as he speaks. “Hands
and knees.” I obey all too eagerly as I quickly spin, adjusting myself so I’m positioned across the
bed, giving our audience a much better view. Something about that idea sends a rushing feeling
through me. Like not o nly am I the one getting pleasure, I’m giving it too. I feel Dom st ep up
behind me, running the head of his cock between my wet pussy, but not penetrating just yet.
His cool piercing sends a shudder running through me, my pussy throbbing in anticipation of
feeling him again. The pressure of his head against me increases just slightly as I feel him
attempting to restrain himself.
“Fuck. I need to get a condom on.” “I’m clean,” I blurt out, hating myself as soon as it slips out.
You’re in a sex club, Arianna. It doesn’t matter if you’re clean. He probably isn’t! How reckless
could I fucking be? I feel more than hear the growl that r everberates through him as he pushes
his head in a little more, resting just at the line before penetration. “I wish. Maybe someday,” he
grits out. With that, he pulls away, moving to the side table beside us and reaching inside to
reveal a stockpile of co ndoms before grabbing one, rolling it on, and returning to his position
behind me. This time he doesn’t hesitate. He pushes into me with one smooth move much like
he did in the other room. You’d think my body would have adjusted a bit since then, but no lu ck.
My back bows, and a cry es capes me as I attempt to take all of him. His thick cock is stretching
me to the point of pain as he slides in, inch by inch, until he is fully seated inside me.
“Goddamnit,” he barks, his hands coming to my hips, squeezing so tightly, they’ll no doubt leave
bruises tomorrow. “A - are you okay?” I say in between de ep breaths. A gruff chuckle leaves his
chest as he slaps the side of my ass cheek and winds his other hand around my hair, pulling back
sharply. “Peachy. Now be a good girl and bounce on my cock.” I begin working my hips, forcing
myself to move up and down his length, his piercing rubbing against my g - spot with each thrust.
Fuck. I will never fuck a man that isn’t pierced again. This is fucking heaven. I glance to my sid e,
noticing that the beautiful woman from before is still seated, but the man from her left is now
between her legs, eating her pussy, while the man to her right has her top pulled down,
exposing her breasts as he sucks on one. All the while her eyes are o n me, on us, eyes drenched
in lust and pleasure. It sends a tingling shiver running through me and spurs me on to
move faster and de eper. Dom’s grip on my hair shifts slightly before his body pauses, his
movements stop, and he seems to almost freeze. I look over my shoulder to see him staring at
me intently, jaw clenched and mouth in a flat line. “What’s wrong?” I ask . “Your ear.” “My ear?”
His jaw clenches again. “Your tattoo.”
It takes me a second to realize he’s talking about the tiny sparrow tattoo that I got just behind
my ear my senior year of high school. God, my mom came absolutely unglued over it, but I can’t
lie, her reaction gave me a small amount of joy. Part of the re ason I decided to get it was to piss
her off, but the other was because, to me, it was a sign of freedom. I was moving out, going to
college, finally on my own and away from her. But since it’s behind my ear, I forget about it from
time to time. “You afrai d of birds or something?” I tease. His eyes bore into mine for several
slow beats. He stops for so long my brows knit in confusion. It’s just a tiny tattoo. What? Are
tattoos deal - breakers for him or something? Slowly, his hold on my hair releases, that s ame
hand sliding around to my neck and pulling me back further before crushing his lips to mine. It’s
a bit of an awkward angle, but the feeling of his smooth lips on mine and his tongue running
against my own is enough to make me forget my own name, let a lone a little discomfort. I feel
his thrusts pick back up, a new vigor to them than before. I try to pull away, but he doesn’t allow
me to, ke eping my lips smashed to his even harder than before. His cock begins to throb, and I
feel my pussy begin to spasm as he finally tears away from my lips, whispering into my ear as he
pushes de eper and de eper into me. “Come for me, Sparrow.” Something about that nickname,
or the way he says it, sends me shattering apart. I buck and scream as his hold on my throat
tight ens slightly before releasing completely, allowing a fresh wave of oxygen to rush into my
lungs. The thrumming in my head only intensifies my orgasm as his cock swells inside me,
pleasure filled grunts filling the room as he finds his release. It takes a f ew moments for our
breathing to settle, and once it does, Dom slowly eases out of me, leaning down to press a
tender kiss to my neck. I look over to see most of our audience has begun to dissipate as the
show is now over. “I never thought I could do someth ing like that,” I say more to myself.
“Something like what?” he asks stiffly. “Something so... exposing.”
I roll onto my back to see Dom already getting dressed, holding out his hand for me to stand. I
slide my hand into his large palm, a ripple of something satisfying running through me at the
feel of his skin on mine again. He pulls me to my feet before cupp ing my face with both his
hands, cradling me like I’m something precious as his eyes look through that mask at me. “You
did beautifully. You’re capable of so much.” “You mean that? I mean, will you, um, show me?” I
ask, internally cringing at the sudden un certainty in my voice. God, who the fuck have I become
behind these doors? This is not me, I’m not some bumbling amateur. I’m sure as hell not an
innocent little virgin like Naomi. So why am I acting like one? He watches me carefully for a few
moments. He seems to be weighing his options, like he can’t decide if I’m worth seeing a second
time. Okay, maybe those are my own insecurities about not being enough, but still. I open my
mouth to say something else, to tell him I was joking, fucking anything that do esn’t make me
look as pathetic as I feel. But he surprises me when he leans forward, pressing a kiss to my
forehead, his fingers holding my chin in place as he speaks against my skin. “Meet me here next
Saturday, nine o’clock sharp. If you’re on time, I’ll reward you well.” “And if I’m not?” I test. His
grip on me tightens slightly. “Then I’ll punish you.” Why does my pussy pulse at the prospect of
either scenario? Both sound good to me, but then again, the way his gruff voice rasps it out, I’m
not sure if I can
handle his idea of punishment. Yet. Dom releases his hold on me, scooping up my discarded
dress before slipping it on over my head. I lift my arms, helping him so that he can slide the
straps onto my shoulders. It feels like his form of aftercare, like he’ s trying to restore me to the
way I was when he found me. Unfortunately, the effort is futile. I don’t think I’ll ever be the
same after tonight. He slowly pulls the material down until the hem meets my thigh. His fingers
trace over my skin once more befor e he pulls the zipper up and takes an abrupt st ep away. I
frown at the sudden move, watching him reach
out to run his hand through my hair in what seems to be an effort to tame the chaos before
dropping his hand. He gifts me with one last scorching glance that heats me from my head to
my toes before he slips out of the room without another word. Next week i t is.