Tease Me (One Night with Sole Regret #7)(30)
Author: Olivia Cunning

“Yes?”

“Her pussy is positively dripping. Might I have a taste?”

Madison’s entire body shuddered at the thought of the woman’s mouth on her.

“No,” Adam said. “Her pussy is mine and mine alone. Is she ready?”

“I’d say so.” The woman chuckled at the writhing, moaning spectacle Madison was making of herself.

“Yes!” Madison cried. “I’m ready.”

The two women moved aside, backing away, and Adam rose from the chair. He stripped off his clothes and strode forward, so confident in nothing but his bare skin that Madison’s thighs quaked. He was so beautifully masculine. So hard and huge, and oh, how she wanted him. He stopped on the platform, just short of the bed, and stood as if waiting for some cue.

Her legs snapped open, and she didn’t care if the two masseuses watched them have sex. She actually wanted them to see how well she and Adam worked together.

“Court is in session,” a voice said over an intercom somewhere above her.

A door on one side of the room opened and a line of naked men, each wearing a white mask, entered in single file. They formed a row on the edge of the platform just behind where Adam stood, each man standing in either a black or a white square on the floor.

Madison was too confused to think about covering herself.

“Your entourage may engage, encourage, or merely observe,” the intercom voice instructed. “The choice is yours, my queen.”

Madison’s eyes traveled over the group of men assembled along the edge of the platform. Each man was stark naked save for their matching white facemasks and a thick white collar with a large metal charm dangling from the center. It took her a moment to recognize that the charms were chess pieces—two rooks, two bishops, two knights, and two pawns. Though the size and shape and skin tones of the men in her entourage varied, they were all very fuckable. Even if she couldn’t see their faces, she could see their cocks and every last one of them was hard. Had they been watching her ladies in waiting prepare her for their meeting? Or had they experienced erotic preparations of their own? No matter, they would observe her make love to their king, nothing more. She would not be engaging with her entourage.

She wanted only Adam. She always wanted only Adam.

“The first move is yours, my queen,” the anonymous voice said.

“I want my king to lick my pussy until I come,” she said, surprised by how confident she felt. How bold she sounded. Maybe her daring came from wearing a mask; none of the men in the room knew who she was, so she could be anyone, do anything. She could play a part. Or maybe she was strong because the power had been handed to her. Or maybe she was willing to ask for what she wanted simply because Adam had teased her until she was out of her fucking mind. Whatever the reason, she didn’t even tense when Adam stretched out on his belly, spread her legs wide, and claimed her with his tongue.

As turned on as she’d been all day, she came far too quickly, but because her core was empty, her orgasm didn’t satisfy her, not by a long shot.

“Your move, my king,” the voice said.

Adam planted a sucking kiss on her clit and lifted his head.

He met her eyes and gave her a smile that would have seduced the panties right off her, had she been wearing any. “My queen will ride my cock until I am satisfied.”

Oh, how she loved this man. That was exactly what she would have chosen had the move been hers.

Eager to be filled with him at long last, she toppled him onto his back and straddled his hips. He was hot and thick and hard, but she was beyond excited, so he slipped into her easily.

She moaned in bliss as he sank deep. Finally. God yes, finally.

He cupped her breasts and watched her as she rose and fell over him. A half groan escaped him, and he bit his lip to keep the rest locked inside.

Madison rode him harder, taking him deep and slow. Every pleasure sensor in her body tingled with excitement. Something about knowing over half-a-dozen men were watching her fuck Adam, her king, turned her on like nothing in her experience, yet no matter how hard she took him, her ass felt underappreciated. Empty. She slid a finger into her mouth and reached behind her body to massage her back entrance. A moan escaped her as her ass tightened with need. Was this why Adam had refused to fulfill that need? So she’d want it desperately here at the club?

She knew what her next move would be. But first she had to fulfill Adam’s request and ride him until he was satisfied.

“Your queen seems to enjoy anal play,” the voice said over the intercom.

Madison jumped. She’d been lost in sensation and had forgotten he was there.

“She loves it,” Adam said breathlessly from below her.

“Knight’s move,” the voice said.

Wait. What? The others got moves too? She had assumed this would all be about her and Adam.

“Knight requests the privilege of pleasing the queen’s ass,” a voice said from among the spectators. Madison looked over her shoulder. There’d been something familiar about that voice, as if she’d heard it before. Did it belong to a client of hers? A colleague? How embarrassing would that be? Was she really completely anonymous in this mask? She searched her memory for a match to the voice, but came up lacking.

“Does the queen grant her permission?” the announcer asked.

Madison paused in her motions. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say to that.

“My queen?” the voice prompted.

Would Adam be okay with it? She stared down at him, but found his expression unreadable beneath his mask. He’d stop her from doing anything uncalled for, wouldn’t he?

“Y-yes?”

“You may proceed, Knight.”

Madison went completely still when a hand circled her wrist and drew her hand away from her backside.

“Concentrate on pleasing your king,” a voice said from behind her. “I’ve got you covered.”

When a pair of unfamiliar fingers first touched her ass, she tensed. How weird was it that some stranger was playing with her butt? Pretty bizarre. But as her body responded to his persistent and arousing touch, she relaxed and forgot what was causing her pleasure, just that the pleasure existed. Her mask helped her maintain anonymity. Allowed her to experience what was happening to her body without connecting it to her real self. Allowed her to become a queen without fear or guilt, able to enjoy excitement and ecstasy with reckless abandon.

Adam shifted into a seated position and wrapped an arm around her lower back. He brushed her hair aside so he could whisper into her ear. “You’re in charge here,” he said. “If you’re not okay with him touching you—”