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Luc's warm palms slid up the outsides of my thighs and I shuddered at the contrast against the coolness of the room. He leaned in close to me as his hands inched higher under the soft leather fringe of my outfit, cupping my bare ass and squeezing tightly. I gasped as his fingertips brushed against my sex, teasing the sensitive flesh as goosebumps erupted all over my body.

"Are you afraid, Virginia?" Luc whispered, his mouth just inches from the sensitive skin of my chest as it rose and fell rapidly, my breathing erratic at his touch.

"No." I breathed, leaning into his touch and resting my hands on his shoulders to support myself. A low moan rumbled through Luc's chest as he rewarded my answer by circling my soaked opening with his fingertips before dipping one inside. My fingertips clenched against the smooth fabric of his expensive jacket, bunching it tightly as I clung to him, silently encouraging him to give me more. His lips grazed across the leather straps on my stomach, his breath teasing my sensitive skin through the tiny openings in the weave.

My body responded to him immediately, and without consciously making the decision, my legs spread for him, allowing him to slip another finger inside me as he hitched one of my legs over his and pulled me close against him with a commanding grip. My head fell forward as a moan of pleasure escaped my lips, and my fingers wound into the hair at the back of his head, tipping his head back to look me in the eyes as he fucked me with his fingers and I bucked against his hand.

Luc's eyes were dark with desire, and they roamed possessively over my face as I rode his hand, our breaths mingling between us before he crashed his lips against mine in a punishing kiss just before he slipped a third finger deep inside me, curling it just right to hit my G spot and making a strangled cry escape my lips between kisses.

I bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, but he was relentless, kissing me through it and coaxing my body into an intense orgasm that left me clinging limply to his shoulders as I fought to stay upright. I could taste his blood running over my tongue as my body pulsed in time with my frantic heartbeat, riding out the pleasure he continued to demand from my flesh.

Our lips parted ever so slightly as I panted through my release, and Luc wound his fingers into my hair tightly, his lips roaming over my throat, kissing, biting, teasing me. Suddenly he withdrew his touch from me completely, his fingers sliding out of me as we separated, but before I could even get my balance enough to take a step back, Luc lunged up off the bed and grabbed my waist, twirling me around and pinning me to the mattress where he had just been sitting.

"Your body is remarkable, Virginia," he began, his voice low with lust. "So responsive, so willing. But just how far are you willing to let me push you for your pleasure? Or for mine?" As he spoke, he slowly removed his suit jacket and tie, and began slowly unbuttoning the expensive shirt he wore beneath it, revealing his chiseled chest to me inch by inch as I panted through the aftershocks of my orgasm.

He twitched an eyebrow at my silence, clearly expecting an answer to his question about how far I was willing to push myself.

Confused, I pushed up on my elbows as I contemplated his question. "I'm yours, Luc. All of yours. The contract is clear..."

"I'm not concerned with the contract, Virginia." Luc spoke, his voice calm and low. "I want to know how far you'll go."

"Okay..." I cocked my head to the side as I considered him, still not quite following what he was trying to say, but feeling simultaneously curious and suspicious, as well as more than a little turned on. "You said this room is for pushing limits, right? So lets push them and find out," my voice came out with a lot more confidence than I was feeling at the time, but I raised my chin and met his eyes just the same.

That sexy little smirk graced his perfect lips again as his eyes roamed over my body, spread before him on the mattress, before he knelt between my legs and pushed my thighs apart forcefully.

"Let's just see then, shall we?" His voice was filled with dark promises as he lowered himself between my thighs and I let my head fall back onto the bed. I could feel my arousal drenching the sheets below me before he even touched me, but nothing could have prepared me for the incredible onslaught of his hot tongue against my core.

"Holy fuck" I gasped as his thick tongue circled my clit in calculated movements and his fingers pushed inside me again, drawing me close to the edge of oblivion in record time. My eyes fell shut as my thighs clenched against his shoulders immediately, but his strong hands forced them apart again, pinning me down to the bed as I thrashed against his relentless tongue. Seconds turned into hours as I writhed against the mattress, crashing over the edge into another destroying orgasm, my voice not my own as I screamed Luc's name.

"Very good, Virginia," Luc purred from between my legs. "Now lets see how well you perform for an audience."

"What?" I gasped, my brain still addled from the force of coming so hard. Luc's eyes darkened impossibly as he lunged forward and stole another filthy kiss from my mouth before shoving himself upright and striding confidently towards a small panel on the wall near the door. He flipped a switch, then turned to a small metal chest on a table, opening it and pulling out two plain black masquerade masks.

My curiosity piqued as I sat up on the bed to watch what he was doing. Before turning back towards me, he also pulled a bottle of clear liquid and two small glasses from a hidden shelf, pouring a healthy measure into each one and recapping the bottle. He grabbed them both and turned towards me once more, the masks hanging casually from his pinky finger as he made his way over to the bed where I waited with bated breath.

"Vodka?" He asked, offering up one of the glasses to me.

I took it gratefully and tossed it back in one gulp, not waiting to see if he was planning to toast. I was locked in a room designed for "pushing boundaries" with a sexy, powerful, dangerous man who I barely knew, and now he was talking about performing in front of an audience. I knew I would do whatever he asked of me in this room- I was too far in to wimp out now. But I needed the liquid courage.

Luc took a measured sip of his vodka as he watched me, then sat both our glasses on the bedside table before slipping one of the masks from his finger and holding it out to me. I took it gingerly, glancing between Luc and the formed fabric in my hands. Luc's face was blank, a mask in itself as he watched me, and I knew he was testing me to see how far I could be pushed tonight. I didn't want to disappoint him; he was my boss if nothing else, but I found myself wanting to impress him as more than that.

I hungered for the Luc I had seen earlier with Lyle. I craved that danger, and as the vodka kicked in to my system, I felt my inhibitions crash down. In one smooth motion I situated the mask on my face and tied it behind my head, peering out at him through the shaded eye holes as he placed his own mask in position.

Luc took my hand, pulling me up from the bed so that I stood flush against his body. He gripped my upper arms in a possessive hold, his lips brushing my jaw as he whispered, "No turning back now, Virginia."

As he spoke, I heard the sound of a latch clicking, followed by a stream of warm light flooding into the room. A glance behind me showed a huge glass picture window opened up, exposing our intimate space to the open room of the club we had walked through earlier. I vaguely remembered seeing windows like this when we traversed the room, glimpses of other patrons engaged in any range of sensual acts as others took the role of audience members, feeding off the energy of the couples on show.

Already, patrons were gravitating towards the newly exposed view into our room, waiting to see the show. My breath hitched in my chest and I felt my body tense up as I realized what we were about to do, but Luc's grip only tightened on my arms, a silent reminder that I was his to do with what he pleased.

The thought should have frightened or even intimidated me, but instead I was bolstered with confidence that he had chosen to showcase our relationship in this way. I turned my head slightly to be able to see his eyes through the masks we both wore. The question I had seen in his eyes so many times tonight was there again, giving me the power to change my mind even as the crowd outside our window continued to grow. But I had made my decision. Luc was polished and chic on the outside, but inside he was dark, dangerous, and wicked, and I was dying for a taste of his poison.

After tonight, he wouldn't need to question me again. I would make sure of it.

Without another second of hesitation, I turned in his arms and grabbed the lapels of his jacket, shoving it down from his shoulders but not letting it fall to the floor, effectively pinning his arms to his sides as I took control. Next was his tie, which I yanked loose and tossed aside before starting on the buttons of his tailored shirt. Luc watched me with hungry eyes as I worked, allowing me to take control for the moment. When his shirt was open, I dropped my lips to his chest and began trailing kisses across the chiseled planes, my fingers brushing against his waistband. I flicked open the button of his pants and tugged down the zipper, then stopped in my downward journey and started back up, eliciting a low growl from Luc's throat.

I grinned wickedly as I felt his chest rumble beneath my lips, and slowed my pursuit even more. When I took a step backwards, Luc hounded after me like the predator he is, his eyes behind the mask promising a cruel, punishing kind of pleasure. I let him stalk towards me as I moved to position us closer to the window. If we were pushing boundaries, and putting on a show for the audience beyond, I wouldn't be hiding in the dark recesses of the room. No.

I would be front and center, proving to Luc that I could be as dark and deranged as him. He licked his lips as he followed me, tilting his head back and drawing himself up to his impressive full height as he regarded me. When my back brushed up against the window, Luc's hands came up on either side, caging me in against the glass.

"What now, pussy cat? I've got you backed into a corner," Luc said, his voice like silk drenched in sin as the tip of his nose traced along my collarbone and up my neck.

"You know what happens when cats are backed into a corner, don't you?" I whispered, my fingertips trailing up over the leather fringe that was draped over my body. I stretched up on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "They turn wild."

Luc's eyes flashed behind his mask at my words, and his voice was a feral growl when he answered, "I'm counting on it."

In the next second he dropped to his knees in front of me, hooking one of my legs over his bare shoulder and pinning me against him as he shoved the leather fringe aside and bared me to him. I gasped as he bit my inner thigh before running the pad of his tongue over the sensitive spot, then repeating the action on the other side.

By the time he flicked his tongue over my throbbing clit, I was already panting, bracing myself between the window and his shoulder as my legs trembled with need. "Luc, fuck, yes," I panted as he found a rhythm, alternating between licking, sucking, and nipping at the little bundle of nerves until I was writhing against the cool glass of the window, gripping his perfectly styled hair in one fist while I bit down on the other to stop myself from screaming. He lavished me with his tongue and his lips, taking my pleasure to heights I had never before experienced as I fell apart for him, my orgasm shuddering through my body violently as I nearly collapsed from the force of it.

Before I could come down from the high I was riding, Luc dropped my leg from his shoulder and stood up, shoving his pants down so that his cock sprang free from his pants. I eyed it hungrily, reaching for him and planning to drop to my knees to repay the favor, but instead he spun me to face the window, kicking my legs apart and grabbing both my wrists in one hand to pin them above my head against the glass.

My nipples pebbled as my leather-clad tits were pressed against the cold pane. As if he could read my thoughts, Luc slipped his free hand under my chest and tugged on a large buckle on the front of my outfit, freeing my breasts. As soon as the leather moved, Luc's hand replaced it, finding one hardened bud and rolling it between his finger and thumb.

The sensation bordered on painful, but pleasure overwhelmed it as Luc ground his hips into mine, his solid length butting against my entrance as the strands of leather fringe swept along the over sensitized skin of my thighs. I moaned wantonly, my breath fogging lightly against the glass as Luc's hand on my breast kept me clamped against his chest, and his erection pushed against my wet folds.

"They love you, Virginia. I think they want to see more, don't you?" I shuddered at Luc's voice in my ear amid the countless other sensations he was torturing me with, and cracked my eyes open to look out the window onto the crowd we had attracted.

At first I was taken aback at the sight before me. The viewing area in front of our window was full of people, couples or small groups in various states of satisfying one another, their moans of ecstasy muted by the glass between us, but the looks on their faces giving away their pleasure. But even as their partners' hands and mouths traveled over their bodies, I noticed every single eye in the crowd was trained on us.

I felt my body begin to flush as I noticed all the attention on me, but then I realized I wasn't bothered by it. In fact, I felt empowered, like a queen before her subjects, leading them in pursuit of sensuality and physical pleasure as they looked to me for guidance. It was a role I could embrace.

"Let's give it to them, then," I breathed, grinding my hips back against Luc in a silent invitation. He accepted it immediately, releasing my wrists and unbuckling another buckle of my outfit, allowing the leather to be pushed up over my hips, exposing the globes of my ass to him.

He gave me one sharp smack across my right cheek, making me moan at the unexpected pleasure in that simple movement. He then reached his hand around to my throat, gripping me firmly as he tipped my head back against his shoulder and pressed forward, bracing us both against the window pane before the head of his hard cock slipped between my wet folds.

We both groaned in ecstasy at the sensation as he pushed inside me slowly until he was fully sheathed, my ass pressed tight against his hips. He held me there for a long moment, letting me get used to the size of him before he began to move, pumping in and out in a torturously slow rhythm.

I reached behind myself and tangled my fingers in his hair as his pace began to increase, and I pushed my hips back to meet him thrust for thrust. I could see Luc's reflection in the glass before me, his jaw clenched as he worked to control himself, eyes hooded as he watched me through his mask. I gripped his hair harder, pulling him into me as his thrusts turned punishing, his hold on my throat tightening, constricting my airflow as he pounded into me, chasing his own orgasm.

The lack of oxygen was pushing me to new heights of pleasure as I leaned into him, trusting him fully and giving him the power to control my body like this. I gripped his hair tighter in response, meeting his eyes in the reflection in the glass, silently giving my consent. His hand squeezed even tighter, and his motions became irregular as his fingers dug into my hip and my vision began to go dark at the edges. Just when I thought I was going to actually black out from the force of Luc's hand on my throat, and I knew I was close to ripping his hair out by the roots, my body exploded around him, tensing and shivering as he brought me to ruin.

In the next moment Luc let out an animalistic growl and stilled as I felt him empty himself deep inside of me, his fingers loosening as both our bodies relaxed. With hooded eyes I looked out at the crowd still riveted on the show we had given them. I smiled triumphantly as I relished the fact that Luc and I had brought so much pleasure to so many people, simply by enjoying each other.

As we moved apart and began straightening ourselves up, the crowd started to dissipate. Luc stepped over to the panel on the wall again, pushing the button that would close the shutters, hiding us from view of the crowd.

I stayed at the window, watching as the couples either moved away from our window, or stayed to prolong their own pleasure with their partners. I was surprised to find that I kind of liked watching as much as I had liked being watched.

Just before the shutters slid closed, I caught a glimpse of a familiar-looking face in the crowd. I barely registered the flash of metal, and then the window pane in front of me exploded with the sound of a gunshot, showering me in broken glass.