I force my eyes back onto the couple having sex.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks, tracing circles on my thighs.
“I mean… not really. It’s too… much.”
“It doesn’t excite you at all? Doesn’t make the spot between your legs warm?”
I gasp when his hand grips my thigh. “You… excite me.”
“My touch does?”
“Yes.”
“Would you two finish what you’re doing?” Mikhail asks the couple.
The woman flashes him an incredulous look before her eyes widen. “Mikhail. I didn’t know you were going to be here today.”
“You heard me. I’m with my wife. She’s not impressed by what she sees. So finish it up.”
“I… never said that,” I stutter.
“You didn’t like it,” he says to me. “I’ll have them stop.” He gives the woman and man a pointed look. She quickly scrambles off the man, leaving his erect penis unattended for. He groans as he stands up.
“But I didn’t cum,” he whines.
“Let’s go,” the woman says, grabbing his hand. “I’ll finish you off in another room.”
“Is that better?” Mikhail asks once the couple is gone. No one else in the room starts having sex. They’re all looking at me and Mikhail with interest.
“You didn’t have to make them stop.”
“You didn’t like it. I’m not going to make you watch something you don’t enjoy. But what if it’s the other way around?”
“What do you mean?” I whisper.
“You like to perform for people. What if it’syouwho likes to be watched instead of doing the watching?”
“I don’t understand.”
His hand slides up to the bottom of my dress. “I could slide my hand between your legs. Make you come for all of these people.”
All the air leaves me. “We haven’t even really kissed yet.”
He smiles right before he gently grabs my face and gives me a long, tender kiss. It takes me a moment to sink into it but when I do, I find myself getting fully lost in his lips. They’re soft and rough at the same time. Mikhail clearly knows what he’s doing. I try to follow his lead, leaning in when he pulls back and pulling back when he leans in.
Eventually, he pulls away, leaving me breathless. “There. We’ve kissed now.”
When I look away from him, I notice a lot of people watching us.
“Was that your first kiss?” he murmurs into my ear. I nod. I can feel him smile against my cheek. “That was her first kiss,” he says to the small audience we have. That makes a lot of them look excited.
“So, she’s a virgin then?” a woman asks, walking over to us and running her fingers down my arm.
“No touching her,” Mikhail snaps.
The woman withdraws her fingers like she was bit. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“She’s my wife. Only I’m allowed to touch her. But you can all watch. You all want to look at my wife, is that it?”
