God, he felt the same as me. About that scene and about me.

Seeing that in his eyes, without that first thought, I pushed out of my chair and moved along the low divider that demarcated our seating areas.

I was breaking the rules. I knew my membership could be revoked for what I was about to do.

I didn’t care.

I moved around the divider to his section.

The noises from the scene playing behind me filled our space, getting louder, keener, hungrier.

I stopped at the side of his chair, looking down at him.

His head was tipped back, his eyes locked to mine.

Another growl from the window followed closely by the unmistakable noise of flesh hitting flesh.

Master was fucking his slave.

A trill ran down my neck, my spine, spiraling over my ass to tighten between my legs.

Completely unable to stop myself, I bent to Sebring and ran my nose along his cheekbone.

When I started to lift away, my head was captured with his hand cupping the back.

At his move, my heart stopped beating and a surge of wet drenched my panties.

We stared into each other eyes.

His gaze held heat and hunger but also a question.

I felt my breaths come quick and sharp, something inside me firing further just knowing that whisper of a touch was gliding along his lips. Therefore I suspected my gaze held heat and hunger too, but also the answer to his question.

I was correct. I knew because suddenly, he was up and he took me with him.

His hands to my skirt, he yanked it high, exposing my panties. I gasped and leaned to him, lifting my hands and curling my fingers around his hard shoulders.

Without delay, he shoved his hands in the back of my panties and down until they fell to my ankles.

And then I was up and he was striding to the wall as I wrapped my legs around his hips, one arm around his shoulders.

My other hand was working between us.

I barely freed him before his hips moved forward probingly. He caught where he needed to be and immediately surged in, filling me.

Oh God.

So completely filling me.

I swung my ankles back to hitch my calves on his hips in order to find purchase and ride him as Sebring fucked me against the wall in the club. One hand at my ass, his other one caught the back of my neck, squeezing and giving me a slight shake, telling me he wanted my eyes.

I gave them to him.

Panting, gasping, moaning against his parted lips, his labored breaths scored across mine as I held him tight at the shoulders. My other hand cupped to the back of his head, I rode his driving cock as he fucked me hard.