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He bent and picked up a set of cuffs from the floor, which someone had obviously left there on purpose. The key stuck out of the lock and he quickly pocketed it. I gasped as he snapped the cold metal around my wrists, and my cock immediately joined the party as a wash of heat poured through me and left my skin tingling.

“Maybe, but they can’t see anything, Pookie, and the Courtesan isn’t technically public. It’s a private venue. Even if someone knowsexactlywhat we’re up to, you can’t get into trouble for anything here.” He grinned, and my cock surged as he darted his glance down to eye it up where it was trapped. I could practically feel the weight of that look.

“Lane, I don’t know….” I rubbed the bulge in my suit pants, though, and he did, too, chasing off my fingers. His grin let me know he was onto my lie. I needed him to do bad things to me here, and he was well-aware.

“Want to know the difference between this time and the last time you fucked in public?” he whispered in my ear, his breath swirling heat low in my groin.

“What?”

“This time you’re the one getting fucked.”

“Oh yes, Mister.” I tried to hold in a moan but couldn’t.

Lane kissed me and grasped my hair, pulling my head to the side as he devoured me so he could get a better angle to seal his lips to mine. The slight sting on my scalp hurt. He grasped my collar and tugged until I got the hint and turned around. I leaned my shoulder against the wall for support and was shocked at how quickly my pants went from around my hips where they should be, to unbuckled and past my knees. My boxers followed. My cock surged and ached as I stood there exposed except for the curtain billowing around us from our swift actions, and I was nearly one-hundred-percent certain that anyone who happened to glance into this corner of the room would know someone was back here.

I moaned. “Mister, how did you know?”

“That you’d love this?”

“Yes.”

Lane nipped the nape of my neck. “Because you’re such a whore for attention, Ross. And I want to give it to you. I want to keep you and make you feel special and used in all the right ways.” He yanked my hips back toward him, and the lubed head of his cock pressed to my asshole. On more than one occasion I’d done the same thing to him—fucked him on the fly in random semipublic spots with very little prep, a worried and hurried romp that could have gotten us both caught… untilit did.

I nodded in spite of the danger of a repeat of my downfall, or maybe because of it, and he pushed my shoulders forward. The curtain fluttered to my left, and I thought I saw someone walking close, as if they were trying to get a better look at what might be going on back here. I held my breath, but nearby Vane called, “Hey, Eli. I wouldn’t do that.”

“Oh, fu—”

Lane slapped his hand over my mouth while he slid into me, forcing my head back at a hard angle onto his shoulder, and my cock throbbed so much I thought I would spill right there.

“Ross, I want to do this forever with you,” he said as he slid his hips back and then fucked in nearly too hard, driving me to the edge of pain and craziness. “Find random, inappropriate places to make my houseboy service his Mister. Make you satisfy me. I’m going to fuck you till you drip with my cum.”

I closed my eyes as heat overwhelmed me. Lane slipped his hand around my side and wrapped his fingers around my cock. He tugged on me and pumped his hips, and I could tell by the way his motions stuttered that this had him ready to tip over the edge, too.

“Be a good househusband. Come for me.”

I nodded desperately as he worked his hand on me fast and furious. He used his thumb and forefinger to swipe over my cockhead, and the too-much sensation, combined with him slamming his cock deep inside me and pinging my prostate, had shivers racking me. I gasped and cried out in spite of the hard grip he had over my mouth. The heat that seared through the root of my cock from deep in my ass was stronger than anything I’d ever felt, and made me want to melt to the floor. My orgasm struck out of nowhere. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. He took his hand from my mouth and slid his arm around my chest while I shook with pleasure, keeping us both on our feet.

“How’s my Pookie?” he whispered into my ear.

All I could do was laugh. “Good. Just perfect.”