***LONDON’S POV***
I am sitting in a booth with Zane where a makeshift table is in front of us. We are not alone here, there are other people who came to see. I guess that makes us all voyeurs.
When I felt Zane throw a blanket over my lower body, I frowned at him, wondering what was going on.
With confusion evident in my eyes, I watch him pull his lips down my ears and whisper only for me to hear.
“I want you to be a good girl and put your leg over mine,” he says his voice dark and filled with lust.
“Here? Wouldn’t people see?” I questioned and noticed how dim the lights got until only the people on stage were seen.
Broadening my eyes, I stare at Zane in utter shock.
“That was unexpected,” I say giggling as I comply, putting my leg over Zane’s thigh.
When he arranges the blanket so that no matter what happens it won’t slip out above me, I stare at his face and all I see is the determination of a man who wants his wife to have fun.
Smiling, I lean over and kiss his cheek. Zane glares at me, smirking for a moment before looking away.
A noise above the stage breaks our lustful moment.
“Doll Eva, coming on stage to be fucked by four men because she refused to suck her master’s meaty cock,” The man says.
Looking at him, I realize it isn’t any of the Doms that had chatted with me the past few weeks.
“Things are about to get heated, baby, if you don’t want to see it or witness it, we could leave now,” Zane says calmly, warning me.
“I just want to watch okay?” I say defensively.
A warm look spread across Zane’s face as he finally looked down at my face.
“You mean, and hope Daddy fucks you too?” he demands his eyes holding mine.
I feel the pool of lust start trickling down my legs at just how hot the things Zane says make me feel.
“Oh, please, Zane,” I cry out leaning against his broad chest.
When Zane’s hand snakes between my pussy lips and find them wet with my arousal, I feel him rub it gently over my entire flesh, and up to my clit.
“At this stage, I am going to cum, before you even know it,” I warn him.
Lowering his mouth until he is a breath away, Zane replies to my bickering.
“I want to make you cum thirty times before the night is over,” he says right behind my neck, placing feathering kisses across my neck.
My chest tightens as Zane continues rubbing my clit, I feel my orgasm building and I know this is so fucked up, more than I can even explain it.
“Sir?” I call out as I silently beg for something, anything.
Then, with one flick of my gentlewoman bud, I cum shuddering so hard that I think I am going to pass out.
“Daddy!!” I call out weakly as I fall back against him m, shaking like I have never witnessed before.
“Shhhh! Unless you want over one hundred men hearing you moan from ecstasy,” Zane warns as my cries of after become harsher than before.
Zane holds me tight until the remnant of my desires are subdued, then, he kisses my head, urging me to focus my eyes on the show.
If I think what Zane was going to me was a show, then, I am kidding myself because Doll Eva was getting all the meat from those men’s cocks.
While one man was standing beside her, pinching her breast, flicking it, and also licking it when necessary, there was his partner holding her hair and forcing his cock down her throat only releasing it when she was close to choking.
Just watching was crazy, my feet were moving on their own accord as I knew this was going to stimulate me.
Another guy was thrusting his fat cock into Eva’s ass and the fourth man was at her pussy, pushing his cock as far as he could get.
“They start off with the good stuff here,” I mutter as I lean back in Zane’s embrace.
My eyes don’t leave the gang banging until I feel Zane’s fingers push easily past my pussy folds.
“Ughm!” I cry out gently, opening my mouth to a mild cry, and my hips start to shake as I ride Zane’s fingers in me.
“That’s it, little girl, watch them fuck her while your ride my fingers. Don’t hold back until you come,” he instructs and I know I have to obey him.
The fat butt plug in my ass only stretches me and makes penetration go smoothly as I chase my high.
“You slut. You want to be a good slut and take Daddy’s cocks in all of your holes, don’t you?” the guy fucking Eva’s mouth ask as he holds back his dick, waiting for her to reply.
Eva tries to catch his breath but the Dom’s cock slaps her face and she cries softly.
“Yes, Sir, I love having all your cocks in me,” she says.
The dom is now patting her head and I would lie if I said this isn’t the coolest thing Zane has made me see yet.
“Part your legs farther, baby, I want you sitting on my thighs,” Zane orders and he brings his fingers inside me, digging deeper and fingering me.
“Eyes on that girl on stage baby. I want you to see her while I make you cum,”
“She will become a faraway blur in front of me, Sir. I wouldn’t keep the concentration,” I cry out as I lean farther into Zane’s chest.
Pinching my clit, the man makes me scream in pleasure and then, I see eyes turning towards me.
My cheeks are burning bright with embarrassment as I look away, hoping that this will pass just as quickly as it seems.
“You only draw attention to yourself acting like a slut on top of me, baby girl. Now, be a good girl and do what Daddy says to you,” he warns, hardening his pressure against my clit.
I relax just enough to look at Doll Eva.
The last man is now in her pussy, making it two cocks in her pussy, one in her ass, and one large cock deep in her throat.
As she is shaking with her orgasm, I feel mine building as well.
I had never known that watching someone like that could make me so hard to the point of climaxing.
As Eva screams on stage, Zane tips me over the edge, and using his hands to cover my mouth, I cry into his palm, feeling my cum soak Zane’s fingers in me.
“Cum slut. Dirty girl, you are such a good girl, I love seeing you cum,” Zane whispers in my ears as I tremble above him.
“Are you a good girl?” Zane asks his dick hard beneath my buttocks.
“I am a good girl, Sir,” I replied rubbing my clit against the front of his jeans.
“You might get some dick in you if you keep doing that, darling,” Zane says, his lips in my hair.
I feel the heat emanating from him and I know this man is so serious about what he just said.
***
It was two hours after the first performance when I saw them come on stage.
Dom Jack, Luca, and Dominic.
I start shifting, wanting to leave Zane’s thighs, but growling, he keeps me in place, locking me in his embrace.
“Stay put, little girl,” he murmurs pulling my gown father until I was sitting stark naked on his front.
The men catch sight of me and approach me.
“London,” Jack says then his eyes darken when they meet Zane’s own.
As if scared, the man’s expression softens.
“Oh, you are here. Happy to see you made it here,” Dominic mutters, drawing my attention to him.
I smile plainly at him as I look everywhere but at them.
When Zane clears his throat, the men seem to snap out of their reverie as they move to the stage, climbing and introducing themselves.
“The night is about to get heated, Ladies and Gentlemen, Dominants and Submissives,” Dom Jack introduces, calmly.
He has this authority that could make any sub tell their secret in less than a minute.
He couldn’t be past forty, with a long clean beard, and beady eyes.
Not the handsome of the group, but charming of course.
“What are you looking at?” Zane’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Nothing?” I say trying to hide the blush I am feeling.
I feel Zane’s grasp tighten around my waist and as he fumbles with his belt, I have never been grateful for the blanket serving as a shelter from other men.
Right now, this man is truly getting me in the mood to fuck him so badly.
I continue with my perusal of the men, and when I lock eyes with Luca, his gleaming blue eyes tell me he knows exactly what I am doing with Zane.
“When I make you cum this time, London, I want you to let all these motherfuckers know who you belong to,” he orders.
“Isn’t that obvious already? You’ve got me all bundled up above you and I can’t stop cumming,” I cry out gently.
“You have twenty-five orgasms left to give me, sweetheart, and if I were you, I would put that little clit to work and thank me for that,” Zane chides warmly.
I know this is every woman’s dream, it should fucking be mine as well, besides, Zane is just fulfilling some of my fantasies. I made him do this for me, the least I can do is enjoy my husband.
Swirling my head to face Zane’s face, I whisper only for his ears, “I love you more than the whole world,” I let out.
I hear his breath catch in his throat and know I am hitting a nerve there.
“I love you to infinity, London,” he replies as he pinches my chin, leading my lips to his mouth.
Zane devours me like a starved man before parting our lips.
This man is the good part of my being. Being apart from him is a true nightmare.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Make me forget why I am here and moan Sir so loud,” I cry out, resolute on how I want this to turn out.
Zane’s brows furrow as he asks me silently, hoping that I am not being forced into this and it is consensual.
“Are you sure about this?” Zane’s words are tainted with doubt.
“More than I could ever wish for, Daddy. So, please, let’s get straight to it,” I reply.
“You know that you will have to stay with the plug on right? While I fuck you,” he demands.
“I’ve got no issues, the harder you ride me, the more fun it will be cumming and screaming your name,” I explain.
Zane pushes me forward so that my pussy swallows his cock, and he takes his time, helping me to shield myself in him.
“So full from this position,” I say wiggling my backside.
Zane bites my neck and I open my mouth to a small cry.
“I am in control, London. Unless you don’t want to cum and that the night should end unaware, I will suggest that you stop shaking,” he cautions and chuckles, still, waiting for his orders.
They never come because the stage has actions going on there.
The BDSM machines that are been set in place cause my stomach to flip.
“Will she get hurt?” I ask as the petite red-haired is lowered onto the spanking table.
“She wouldn’t be harmed, that is for sure, but I don’t know what is going down aside from her sluttish mouth. I wish that mouth of hers would wrap around my dick,” an unfamiliar voice speaks and snapping me out of my reverie.
“What the fuck?” I demand holding my chest in fear.
Turning with the speed of light, I notice a face that is vaguely familiar. And then, it snaps where I know him from.
The night I had been kidnapped months ago when I had just come to Italy.
“I… I… I know you,” I mutter out, and looking towards Zane, I see him, his eyes closed as he gasps for breaths.
I realized then that he had been drugged and he was still under the spray.
“I know you do, little girl, now, you will gently come with me,” he says the gun still pointing at me.
The club is still covered in darkness and if anyone paid attention, they practically ignored us and were busy watching the live show.
“No,” I say firmly.
“I knew you were going to say this. Sorry honey but you wouldn’t want to live the next minutes conscious,” he mutters and as I open my mouth to demand explanations, everything turns dark.
My vision is red and it all goes black. The last thoughts I have are of me gripping Zane tightly as I am being pulled away to heaven knows where.
I know this is going to be a very long night, one filled with terror.