Submission Dance (11 page)

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Watching
Sin

Chapter One

Doug…

“Can we? Just this once, Doug,
please?” Her voice was a husky moan in his ear, and he could deny her nothing.

For the last four months, they
had attended the monthly Fetish parties as voyeurs only. He had watched with
lust-filled eyes, as the people around them sought release for their passion,
hoping that at some point his wife would grow comfortable enough with the
parties to join in. But each time she maintained her distance, standing off to
the side, watching the sweat-soaked strangers explore the bodies around them,
her face devoid of emotion. He knew she felt something; her racing pulse and
sharp intake of breath betrayed her stoic exterior, and by the time he got her
home after each party, she was desperate for his cock.

Her voracious appetite for sex
seemed to stem from her love of erotic romance novels. He regularly caught her
with her nose in a book, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, and pussy dripping. One
of these days he would have to write a thank you letter to the publishers for
keeping his cock in working form, but for tonight, he had other things to focus
on.

Alana stood beside him, asking
his permission to put on a show. She wanted him to strip her down, and fuck her
in front of the other partygoers. His eyes met hers and he could see the fire
burning in their sapphire-colored depths.

What had changed her mind? What
had her so turned on tonight that she couldn’t deny her own need anymore?

The brush of a hand over his
shoulder drew his attention, and he instantly understood. The man standing at
his elbow was his best friend and business partner, Killian Whitfield. In his
black and white tuxedo he looked more like a Hollywood movie star walking the
red carpet than a businessman still trying to crack the million-dollar mark.

“Doug, Alana. How are you both
this evening? Enjoying the…festivities I hope.”

Killian stood too close to Alana
for propriety, yet Doug wasn’t put off. He was surprised to find that he
wanted
to put on a show for his friend. If Alana was willing to fuck in front of
Killian, what else would she be willing to do with him present? He felt his
dick thicken a little at the image of his wife on her knees sucking Killian’s
cock in the middle of the living room. Never before had he fantasized about his
wife with another man, but he could picture it with Killian. In his mind’s eye,
he could see his friend’s long lean body, flexing and rippling with desire as
his wife sucked him dry. That would be incredible to watch, and by the look on
Alana’s face, she could picture such an event too. What a surprise this evening
was turning out to be.

“We’re having a wonderful time.
These parties are always memorable, Killian.” As Alana spoke, her eyes drifted
over Killian’s six foot tall frame, and back up to meet his assessing green
eyes. When their gazes collided, Doug could almost see sparks crackling in the
air around them, and his cock hardened in his pants until he had to fidget to
give his erection more room. He took the opportunity before it slipped away,
and wrapped his arm around the curve of Alana’s waist, drawing her even closer
between the two men.

“Actually Killian, Alana was just
commenting that she wanted to
enjoy
the party a little more tonight.”

Doug watched Killian’s eyes flame
at the implication, and his own cock throbbed in response. Could he actually do
this? Could he fuck Alana in front of these people? The answering electrical
current pulsing through his body was the only confirmation he needed to know he
absolutely could do that and more. Alana’s heavy-lidded gaze was a potent
aphrodisiac, but when paired with Killian’s commanding masculinity, it made
Doug dizzy with need.

Killian didn’t hide his charisma
or his flirty nature; he openly charmed both sexes. Doug had never seen him
with another man, nor had he ever blatantly asked him if he was bisexual, but
there were rumors. Everyone knew he was open to anything when it came to sex.
Hell, how many times had they swapped stories while they waited to tee off on
the golf course? Doug had no problem sharing the kinky things he and Alana
liked to try in the privacy of their own home, and Killian encouraged him to
give every salacious detail. Perhaps there was more to his interest than pure,
perverted male curiosity.

“Really? Is there some way I
could be of assistance in making all your desires come true, Alana?” Killian’s
silky smooth baritone voice rippled through Doug’s chest, and he heard Alana’s
sharp intake of breath.

Her eyes darted to meet Doug’s,
and he smiled reassuringly at his wife. If they were going to do this, they
were going in with their eyes open. “I believe she’d like you to watch to begin
with.”

Killian stepped a little closer
to the two of them and lowered his voice, directing his next question to Alana,
“I’ll only ask this once, but I have to ask. Would you like to stay here, or go
into one of the bedrooms where we have more privacy?”

The ultimate question in Doug’s
mind was whether or not she actually wanted to put on a show for the entire
bevy of strangers in the room, or just for Killian. The air around them grew
tense as Alana considered her first foray into exhibitionism.

“I believe I’d prefer to throw
caution to the wind tonight. Will you help me?” she said softly as she stared
up into Killian’s face.

“Be sure, love; exhibitionism is
like a drug, once you begin, well…”

Killian’s words faded off as a
blush of pink stained Alana’s pale, white skin. She only hesitated a moment
before she gave a short, sharp nod and whispered, “I’m sure.”

The smile that spread across
Killian’s face was heart-stopping, for Doug, so he could only imagine how Alana’s
body responded.  “I would be honored to
watch
.”

“Thank you, Killian,” she
murmured, staring up at him as though he had just performed some sort of
heavenly miracle. Doug winced at the adoration on her face. Perhaps getting her
involved with Killian wasn’t the best idea, but it was too late to back out
now. His wife had asked him to fulfill her fantasy, and he’d be damned if he
was going to let her down.

Responding only with a wide smile
and a dip of his head, Killian moved to the loveseat nearby, and Doug’s heart
leapt in his chest. Finally!  He would finally be allowed to live out his
fantasy of public sex—and with his wife, no less! He couldn’t resist
skimming his hand up the curve of her hip to her shoulder. Her bare skin under
the thin strap of her dress was as soft as cashmere, and he danced his fingers
delicately up her neck and over to her zipper.

He felt her trembling under his
hand as he lowered it one inch at a time, exposing her perfect pale,
peach-colored skin. Flicking his eyes up to meet Killian’s, he smiled when his
partner twirled his finger in the air, directing the scene even from six feet
away. Doug complied, by gently turning Alana around to face him, with her
zipper halfway down her back, and her dress straps slipping off of her
shoulders. The excitement on her face was tempered with apprehension in her
touch as she placed her palms on Doug’s chest awaiting his next move.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he
whispered just before capturing her lips under his own. Seeking only to soothe
her nerves, he stroked his tongue over her soft skin, and then pushed his way
into her sweet mouth.

~ ~ ~

Alana…

It was the ultimate rush. She
could feel the zip of anxiety over her skin and the fire of desire in her
blood. Alana had never felt more human. In the past, Doug had tried to get her
to join in, but each time, something held her back.

Ultimately, she feared rejection.
What if she wasn’t passionate enough, or sexy enough, or thin enough for the
crowd to want to watch? If she was honest with herself, her biggest fear was
being rejected by the man who now watched her from a few feet away. She had no
fear of rejection at the moment though, as he sat there taking her in with eyes
that held green flames of need. Killian had always looked at her with
appreciation, but never gave her any sign that he wanted her until tonight.

Tonight, he’d gone out of his way
to lay his hand on her upper thigh during dinner. Doug had been occupied in
conversation as his best friend made his desire known, but she didn’t feel
guilty about it. She’d seen the looks Doug gave his business partner when he
thought no one was watching, and she’d heard him call out Killian’s name in the
darkness of their bedroom. So, she allowed herself to accept the pleasure
Killian offered without a word.

His fingers had teased her skin
through the thigh-high slit in her dress, and her thighs parted in an
instinctive welcome. When his thick fingertip finally found her slit, she bit
her own tongue to avoid begging him to finger fuck her then and there. He had
only dallied for a moment before they were interrupted by the mass exodus at
the end of the meal, but it was enough to light a bonfire in her belly. Even
now, her thighs were damp with her own juices, and her clit was throbbing.

Doug drew her focus back to the
present by nipping at her lower lip, and she felt her knees wobble underneath
her. God, she loved it when he added a touch of pain. She could almost feel Killian’s
eyes on her, and she wondered briefly if anyone else in the room was watching.
She felt Doug slide her zipper the rest of the way down, until it rested at the
top of her ass crack. The cool air whispered over her skin, and she shivered as
the garment free from her body. It pooled at her feet leaving her standing in
just a strapless black bra and panties, and a black garter belt holding up silk
stockings. She held her breath when he bit the tendon at the juncture of her
neck and shoulder, realizing that she was now nearly nude in front of Killian.
It was a delicious, wanton feeling. She let her head fall backwards, giving
Doug the room he needed to suckle and nip at her throat.

His hand slid over the curve of
her belly to the spread of her thighs, and he brushed his knuckles across the
lacy crotch of her panties, drawing the first moan from her throat. Blood
pounded in her ears, and her eyes drifted closed as his other hand pushed the
foam cups of her bra down, exposing her breasts to view. Her nipples tightened
into sharp points, and he latched onto one sending her senses reeling.

~ ~ ~

Killian…

Killian couldn’t believe his
luck. For months he had rocked a hard-on for Alana and Doug. From the first
time they attended one of his Lusty Fantasies parties, he’d always known they
were destined to be his, and he was a patient man. He waited, and watched,
easing them along the path he wanted them to walk until they were right here,
right now.

With Doug sucking his wife’s tits
a few feet in front of him, Killian tipped his glass, emptying the remaining
half-inch of whiskey into his mouth and swallowing the burn. It was
fortification for the control he was struggling to maintain.  Right now,
he wanted nothing more than to call the two of them to his side and force them
both to their knees in front of him. After dipping his finger into Alana’s
juicy pussy at dinner, he knew she would be more than willing, but how would
Doug react? Would he fly off the handle if Killian shoved his cock in his face
and told him to suck it?

One way or another, tonight they
were going to find out. He was tired of waiting, and watching Alana with her
wide eyes, and Doug with his flushed cheeks, as they explored their
exhibitionist sides. It was time to up the ante, and expose their submissive
nature, too.

Doug had tossed Alana’s bra
completely aside so he could play with her tits. The long line of her spine and
the sexy curve of her ass beckoned Killian, but he held his place and directed
Doug to spin her around again.

His first view of her luscious
breasts made his mouth water and his balls draw up tight. She had melon-sized
tits with fat nipples that would look amazing pierced. They were a dusky rose
color, with areolas the size of a half-dollar. Doug’s hands cupped her and she
arched her back, pushing her breasts out to Killian.

It took everything he had to
resist the offering.

They were drawing the attention
of some of the other guests, but Killian knew that no one would interrupt or
distract the two putting on the show. If nothing else, this group was a safe
haven for exploration. Everyone here had indulged in a fetish or fantasy at one
time or another. A private invitation was necessary to gain access, and upon
stepping through the front door, each guest was required to sign a waiver and
confidentiality agreement before they were allowed to join the party.

He wanted to protect his friends,
but he was also protecting himself. One day soon he would sit atop the
Fortune
500
list, and he’d be damned if a scandal would keep him from it.