He’s so earnest with my comfort, always, but he’s never once put me in a situation I didn’t love. “I trust you, and I remember my safe word.”
He opens a door in the hallway, and we walk toward the viewing room for the scene he’s excited for me to see. We didn’t miss anything, as voyeurs continue to make themselves comfortable and select their seats. Ledger leads me to a slightly raised, roped-off area to the right side of the room, with an armless leather chair and a padded railing facing the stage.
When a group of people enter the stage and a hush falls over the crowd, I feel Ledger watching me as I try to tease out what’s happening. I realize the stage is set up like a…locker room of some sort? Faux lockers, chairs, and a few benches are placed throughout the space. Now that I’m paying more attention, I realize that the group is all dressed as hockey players, clearly just having finished a game.
They’re all joking with each other, re-enacting plays from the “game,” and stripping their gear off in a way that looks too natural to be a scene.Is this a real hockey team? What is happening?It’s only seven guys, so not a full squad, but they must have picked the seven hottest players for whatever this is, because holy crap. No man is as otherworldly as Ledger, but these men are damn close. Tall, muscled, glistening with sweat, and providing a buffet for the eyes. Light hair, dark hair, tats, no tats, chest hair. They look rugged too, like a few have been in hockey fights and have the scars to show for it. I let out a sigh that Ledger notices, and he pulls me into his lap to whisper hotly into my ear, “See something you like, Angel?”
While I’ve been distracted, the hockey players have continued stripping and are now walking around in various stages of undress. Two of them stand particularly close, with one toying with the edge of the towel wrapped around the other’s waist. I’m about to ask Ledger if this is going to be a male orgy because,yes please,when a door opens and a woman comes into the room. She’s looking at her phone and not paying attention to where she’s going, until she walks right into a tall, muscled chest and lets out a startled squeak.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I’m looking for my dad’s office, and I took a wrong turn! Let me just…” She starts to back away, but Muscles has a gentle hand on her arm.
“Your dad? Are you Coach’s daughter? Emily, right? He’s been talking about you coming back from college for the summer all week. He’s so excited to see you.”
Emily flushes. “Yeah, that’s my dad. He told me to meet him here, but clearly, I have the wrong room.”
A man with curly black hair who could pass for Ledger’s sibling steps up behind her. “Maybe you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. Coach told us you were coming and wanted us to make you feel welcome.”
“Oh, that’s nice of Dad...Oh!” she exclaims, and I realize Curly’s towel has dropped to the floor, and his erection is fully pressed against her ass.
“Do you want to stay with us and let us welcome you home?” asks Muscles, who has also dropped his towel and is sandwiching her between him and Curly.
Emily’s chest is heaving now, and my brain finally catches up to what my eyes are seeing. “Ledger…are they all going to…?”
“Yeah, baby,” he growls in my ear, “they’re all going to fuck her.”
Chapter twenty-two
I watch as the team makes quick work of Emily’s clothing, and all towels are dropped, removing any pretense of what’s about to happen.
Muscles is apparently in charge, at least for now, because he sets Emily down on one of the benches, kneels in front of her to pry her thighs apart, and immediately starts licking her pussy. Her head drops back, and Curly’s dick fills her mouth, while their teammates surround them to get involved however they can. So many hands are on her body, plucking her nipples, using her hair to guide her mouth back and forth onto different men. I realize I’m actively grinding on Ledger’s thigh, trying to get friction.
“Do you like that, Angel? She’s got fourteen hands and seven cocks at her disposal for pleasure. Is that what you want?”
All I can do at this point is whine. I’m too entranced by the scene in front of me and the feeling of Ledger’s hard body behind me to respond. Too late, I realize he wasnotasking arhetorical question, as he stands me up and bends me over the railing in front of us. My flapper dress is flipped over my hips before I can ask what he’s doing, and I’ve gotten two quick smacks on each ass cheek. I’m catching my breath—becausedamn, thathurt—when he sees the surprise I wore for him.
“You littlewhore,” Ledger rasps out affectionately, and I feel pleasure straight down my spine at his endearment. My pussy also responds, with another gush of wetness from my already soaked core. “You’ve been walking around my club all night in this tiny fucking dress wearing crotchless goddamn panties?”
He drops to his knees behind me and sticks his tongue deep into my pussy, sucking like he wants to get as much of me into his mouth as possible.
“I knew you were my good girl, but I didn’t realize you were my dirty little slut too.”
He rises back up to press his wet mouth to my neck while one hand lazily comes around to play with my clit. “Did you want someone to see? Were you hoping Jack would smell you when we walked in and reach under your dress to grab your ass, only to pull back awet handbecause there was nothing to keep you from dripping down your thighs? Or did you want to lean over just enough for a stranger to see how easy it would be for them to walk up and stick something in your pussy? Hmm?”
I really hope he isn’t expecting an answer because speech is not possible for me right now. He’s still speaking roughly right into my ear, and rubbing tight circles on my clit. I feel like I’m going to come or combust or both any second now. Before I can fall apart, Ledger stops rubbing, immediately killing my orgasm.
“Fuck,” I yell, unable to hold back my frustration. “Please, Ledger, please, please let me come, I’ll do anything,” I sob, hoping he’ll put me out of my misery.
“I love hearing you beg, baby. And you’re right, you’ll do anything I want because you’re my good girl. But the answer is no. Sluts don’t get to come when they want to. I decide when you come, and you’re nowhere near desperate enough. But I do need you to do something for me. Start getting this nice and warm.”
I don’t get a chance to ask what he’s talking about before I feel the blunt end of something at my entrance. He gives me half a second to realize what’s happening before pushing what feels like a moderately sized dildo all the way inside me. It doesn’t fill me up as good as Ledger’s cock, but it's enough to get the job done. Breathing out a sigh of relief, I start to mindlessly ride the dildo before I get another harsh slap on the ass.
“Stop, Sloane. When I want to fuck you with something, I will. I told you, you’re just keeping this warm for right now. Don’t move.”
I freeze, contemplating if it’s worth it to get more spanks just to feel some relief and friction with a little movement, but Ledger is already one step ahead of me. He rests his hand on my clit, barely applying any pressure, and nips at my ear. “This could’ve been any man in here tonight, with you flashing your pussy like a little whore, baby. You don’t have any comparison, but this dildo is a slightly above-average-sized cock. Do you like it? Or would you have preferred for someone to bend you over the bar and put the neck of a beer bottle in this needy cunt? Maybe a champagne bottle, befitting the theme of theevening? I think the bar is usually stocked with cucumbers for garnishes…would that have made you happy? You just wanted anything in this pussy, didn’t you?”
“No...not anything…just you…” I gasp out, desperate to say the right thing to make him do anything more than the static, possessive hold he has on my clit.
“I don’t believe you,” he whispers in my ear, “because you haven’t stopped dripping since this scene started. I think you’re jealous of your little friend Emily up there. She’s taking all those cocks beautifully, isn’t she? Pay attention, Sloane. Look at what they’re doing to her.”
