he Alpha Men's Secret Club 2: Desire Games by Dawn Steele

moved backwards, allowing
Kate’s legs to drop and then dangle off the table. She had to claw at the table
to retain her balance.
    “Spread your legs wider, Kate,”
Rust ordered. “Put your feet on the edge of the table.”
    Her natural instinct was to close
her legs in the presence of Carlo. He was a stranger, and yet not a stranger. But
he seemed entirely too eager, too curious to look at her splayed pussy and her
gaping holes. But she must not disobey Rust. Wasn’t this the nature of their
relationship? The dominant and the dominated. The powerful and the obedient.
    So he wanted her to experience a
new threshold of pleasure – to be derived by showing her body to another
man who was covetous of her. Wasn’t there a word in psychology they learned for
it? Exhibitionism. She had her first taste of it when she was asked to display
her wares in The Alpha Men’s Club.
    And now she was being asked to
exhibit herself again. To a boy who openly desired her, no less.
    She did as she was told. She was
surprisingly limber, and so she placed both her feet on the edge of the table.
It was quite uncomfortable and she was very stretched at her hip joints. But
her body was still young and supple, and she could maintain the position. Her
thighs were open at a slightly lower than one hundred-and-eighty arc now, and
her pussy and asshole were lushly displayed. Their shadows danced in the
flickering candlelight – two men and a woman lying down.
    Carlo came closer.
    Look at me. Desire me.
    She could tell he was extremely
discomfited in the presence of her lover and his Professor. The bulge at his
loincloth was even more pronounced now as he took in her engorged pussy leaves
and hole, which had just started creaming again. She knew how much he wanted to
tear his loincloth off his hard, constrained cock and plunge it into her hole.
How badly he wanted to fuck her in all her orifices.
    But her lover was watching and he
had forbidden Carlo to touch her.
    Carlo shakily picked up a salmon
sashimi with his chopstick. He was an expert in using them. Without letting any
part of his skin touch hers, he laid the orange sliver – sliced off a
salmon’s belly – onto her left nipple. Then he did the same to her right.
    The fish slivers were cold
against the protuberant tips of her nipples. She almost did not dare to breathe
for fear of the sashimi sliding off.
    Rust’s nostrils flared.
    “Wait,” he said to Carlo.
    Carlo moved aside as Rust came up
again to the edge of the table where her pussy gaped. Rust’s hands stroked her
open thighs. He leaned over to seal his mouth over her right nipple, where the
salmon piece draped. Her nipple tingled as his teeth grazed upon her sensitive,
puckered flesh.
    He ate the sashimi slice, swallowing
it in one gulp. Then he did the same to the one on her other nipple.
    “Would you like more servings,
sir?” Carlo said. Once again, she could detect the razor edge in his voice, as
though he was working and clenching his jaw.
    “Yes.”
    From the side of the table, Carlo
placed two slices of red mackerel on her nipples. Rust ate them off her again.
The contrast of cold fish against his warm, wet mouth upon her flesh was stark.
His tongue licked the tip of her nipple lovingly as he lifted the sashimi off her
skin.
    They did this again and again
– serving after serving. She was a veritable feast. Each time, Rust
applied more pressure on her nipples as he ate the fish off her. Sucking her
teats. Licking her areolas. Wetting them until her darker flesh was glistening
and shining in the candlelight.
    Her stomach was a mess of
gurgling juices. She was hungry too, but her pussy was flowering and creaming
with her need. Her vaginal juices were spilling over the edge of her tunnel
again, staining the undersides of her buttocks and the table.
    Oh, what an embarrassment!
    Then Rust said, “Downwards.”
    Carlo placed the next slice on
her belly, just below her sternum. Rust ate that, licking her skin as he did