Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 108

Maybe I was getting too greedy.

But the dance floor at my party was hardly the place to start worrying about that. They were here, and I’d worry about little things like dehydration and recovery after the fact.

And while I appreciated Helen’s concern, it wasn’t necessarily her job, and I managed to catch myself just in time from making a horrible mistake—forgetting who wore the collar and who held the leash.

On the dance floor as we ground against each other, I reached for Helen’s choker and hooked my fingers through it, using it to keep her face close to mine.

Her reaction was immediate—jaw tightened… eyes flashed brilliant blue. It wasn’t anger. There was only pure, unadulterated lust staring back at me.

“What are you suggesting, baby girl? That I can’t handle some extra pussy?”

I could feel her throat work against my fingers as she swallowed. Her jaw jutted in a mixture of sultry and subversive heat, and I could feel her hot breath roll over my face.

“No, Sir,” she said. Her body still swayed to the beat despite my keeping her anchored against me. I felt her fingernails dig into my back as she clung tighter to me.

“Who owns you?” I growled low, my lips hovering millimeters from hers.

“You do,” she said in a whisper I could barely hear.

“And if every single woman here is waiting their turn to sit on my cock, what will you do?”

She licked her lips. “I’ll keep them warm and ready for you.”

I smiled, savoring the image of Helen’s mouth as little more than a tool to keep others warm until it was their turn.

“That’s what Bobbi’s for. You?” I pulled her tighter against me. “You’re there to help me fuck them.”

“Uggggh…”

I released the collar and dropped a hand around Helen’s waist, picking the dance back up where we left off. A beat later, my beautiful blonde recovered and pressed her face into my shoulder. I felt her teeth sink into my shoulder as her hands slid up my back to grab fistfuls of my shirt as she clung to me.

For a second, I thought she might have climaxed.

“Fuck me, Marcus,” she hissed, her lips dripping with desire as she raised her head from my shoulder and rested her chin on me. “You can’t do that to me out here on the dance floor… in front of everyone.”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want with you,” I whispered, holding her close.

As I said the words, my gaze was locked on Natalie, dancing between Venus and Jonah as she stared at me. Her eyes were massive, and for a moment, I thought she was angry. Part of me cared. Regret twisted in my gut… sure I’d just blown it with her.

Another part of me—a darker part—dared Natalie to get mad at me. I still wanted her, but I was also growing tired of tiptoeing around her sensibilities.

It was like slow motion as we watched each other—her dark, unreadable eyes traveled from Helen back to me, and we locked gazes for what felt like hours. Then she pulled her plush bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it, smiling at me before looking back at Venus and losing herself in her dance partners once more.

“That was hot!” Honey said. A soft pair of breasts pressed into my back as Honey began dancing behind me.

“Glad you liked the show!” I called out from over my shoulder. “Not good enough to pull you away from that party, though!” I indicated to Natalie and the others.

Honey shrugged prettily and batted her eyes at me. “Jonah’s dancing with your girl. I assumed I could dance with Natalie’s man!”

Despite not actually dating Natalie, I couldn’t help but smile at Honey’s words.

The next few minutes were a blur—I was sandwiched between Helen and Honey, grinding on one and then the other. Natalie noticed what was happening and followed suit, her moves becoming more exaggerated as she leaned back against Jonah, who looked like a deer in headlights. Then she leaned forward and loosely embraced Venus. Natalie’s cleavage overwhelmed the other woman’s as they danced.

Helen took the escalation as a challenge and leaned in to kiss me. Honey hovered over my shoulder, tugged on Helen’s hair, and stole her lips, giving me a very up-close view of the two blondes as they fully made out.

Cheers erupted from some of the crowd. Kwan stopped dancing with a redhead to cheer with her near the edge of the dance floor.

Honey grabbed my hand, and I turned to face her, fearing for a second that she might try to initiate some kind of make-out session with me. We’d fucked before, but that was before she met Jonah, and I wasn’t about to make a move on one of my best friends’ girlfriends.

Instead, we danced.

Up to this point, most of what I’d referred to as dancing had been little more than glorified dry humping. That wasn’t what Honey and I did. We held hands and stepped across the floor to the beat. Not having much experience, I followed her lead and was pleased to learn that she was fantastic! I was able to pick up on her cues perfectly, spinning her around, pulling her against me, and pushing her out into a twirl at precisely the right time.

She was all smiles and laughter as she twirled around, dropping in and out of my orbit as we moved across the floor. The deep dimples in her round cheeks worked in tandem with her golden hair to give her a youthful and vibrant appearance. I’d never seen Honey so radiant… she’d always seemed cool and distant.

There was no mistaking… she was fine as hell, in that cute/hot way, but now that she was less standoffish, I could see what Jonah saw in the girl.

I had just turned to press my back against hers, enjoying the movement, when my gaze found Natashya and Emily. They were a sweaty mess as they continued to move across the floor. Natashya was watching me, her hands on her knees, pressing her ass into her partner’s crotch. Her hair had fallen out of its messy bun and was draped around her shoulder, partially obscuring her face. She grinned up at me, those mahogany eyes watching me hungrily. The tip of her tongue slid across her top lip, reminding me of a tigress staring at her next meal.

And I felt a hunger for her stir—something I hadn’t contemplated in weeks. I remembered the way she felt in my lap… the way my cock felt buried so deep inside her. I felt a sudden aching need for Emily’s girlfriend that had been reduced to a dull roar all this time.

I broke eye contact with her before giving that fire any more fuel…

Only to find myself face-to-face with Natalie.

While I’d been distracted by Natashya, she’d switched with Honey, who I noticed was dancing with Jonah and openly making out with him.

Natalie put her fingers on my jaw and guided my gaze back to her. She wore a little smirk as she said, “A girl could take it personally if her partner’s not paying her enough attention.”

“You’re right,” I said. “Let me make it up to you.”

And we danced. Natalie was my sole focus for the next few minutes as we bumped, ground, twirled, and stepped our way back and forth. At some point, she lost her skirt and was left in just her bikini, while my shirt had also become unbuttoned.

I couldn’t keep my hands off her—my palms roamed down her silky thighs, ran up that tight curve of her hip… her soft, feminine belly. Our noses brushed each other. Lips almost touched. Breath rolled over faces as fingers glided and teased.

By the time the next song ended, Natalie’s back was pressed against me, writhing her ass against my hard-on while my hand was pressed to her lower abdomen—dangerously close to the hem of her tiny bikini bottom. She was staring at me over her shoulder with a look that threatened to burn me from the inside out.

Our lips were so close as we ground against each other to the beat, and I nuzzled into her cheek, my mouth touching the corner of hers, and I swear I could hear a stuttering breath as I felt her lips part. Her hand covered mine—the one on her stomach—and she squeezed it as she put microscopic pressure on it, a mere hint that she wanted my hand to go lower.

And then the music ended. More cheers erupted, and the DJ announced that he would be taking a ten-minute break.

Natalie slowly eased herself out of my grasp and turned, giving me a coy smile that I reciprocated. The mood wasn’t shattered as much as it was tamped down… like a campfire reduced to burning coals.

“I think we earned some drinks,” I said, panting. Her chest rose and fell tantalizingly with every breath.

“Come on, I’ll buy you one,” I said, earning a shy smile from her.

Jonah clapped me on the shoulder as he walked past, holding Honey’s hand. “Man, I didn’t think you had those kinds of moves!”

“I didn’t either,” I said, grabbing Natalie’s hand, pleased when I felt her fingers curl around mine as I followed the other couple off the floor.

“I haven’t danced like that in a while,” Honey said, looking pleased. “I never have a partner when I dance.” She glanced at Jonah. “We’re taking lessons… soon as I can find a place.”

“No complaints from me,” he said with a wink at me as they headed toward the bar.

I led Natalie in a different direction—toward Emily and Natashya, who were talking to Erin and Tara.