Page 17 of The Freeuse Proposal
People dressed in elegant clothes laugh and chat at the bar or sit in booths. I can feel their curious eyes on me. Appraising.
I move closer to Leo instinctively. He places a reassuring hand on the small of my back, his palm warm through the thin fabric of my dress. Leaning down, he murmurs in my ear, “Remember, you’re mine. No one will touch you without my permission.”
I nod, pulling in a deep breath. He’ll keep me safe. I’m wearing a purple dress that hugs my curves and shows off my cleavage, paired with heels that make my legs look amazing. I feel sexy,but all the eyes on me make me feel vulnerable too. But isn’t that part of the point? To be seen, to be desired, but to belong only to Leo?
As if reading my thoughts, he says, “Everyone here has consented to be part of this environment, lass. To watch and be watched. That’s the agreement when you walk through those doors. No one is here by accident, and everyone knows exactly what kind of club this is.”
Something loosens in my chest. This isn’t like being caught doing something shameful. Everyone here chose to participate in this particular kind of pleasure.
Leo guides me to the bar, his hand never leaving my back. He orders us non-alcoholic drinks per the club rules. As we wait, he caresses my shoulder and neck. A subtle, possessive touch that doesn’t go unnoticed by those around us. I catch the envy in some of the men’s eyes nearby, and it sends a thrill through me.
Drinks in hand, Leo leads me to a booth in a secluded corner, and he slides in beside me. I sip my fruity drink and giggle when I think about how different my life is right now from what it was two days ago.
“Nervous?” Leo asks.
“A little. But I trust you.”
His smile softens, and he leans over to kiss me gently. “Good girl. Now let’s have a little fun.”
He slides his hand under the table, resting it on my knee. His thumb traces a slow circle on my skin, and he leans close, his breath warm against my ear. “I want to touch you right here, lass. With all these people around. Is that something you want?”
My pulse kicks hard. I nod, not trusting my voice. If I open my mouth right now, I might moan.
“Words, pet. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, I want that.”
His smile turns predatory. “Good girl.”
Slowly, he begins to move his thumb upward, pushing the hem of my dress with it. I tense, my eyes darting around the room, but no one seems to be paying us any attention. His fingers reach the apex of my thighs, and he rubs gently over my bare pussy—no panties, just as he demanded. Pleasure jolts through me.
Holy hell. I grip the edge of the table. “Leo,” I whisper, unsure what I’m asking for.
“Shh, my pet.” His fingers continue their torturous teasing. “Let me control your pleasure.”
I try to relax into his touch. He slips his fingers between my slick folds, stroking through my wetness. I press my lips together, stifling a moan as he circles my clit. Just enough pressure to make me squirm but not enough to satisfy.
This is insane. I’m getting fingered under a table at a sex club like I’m ordering appetizers. What does that say about me? My pussy votes that I stop overthinking it.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, his voice husky near my ear. His accent thickens slightly. “So wet for me already.”
I whimper, my hips moving slightly, seeking more friction. He chuckles softly. His fingers still.
“Not yet, my sweet lass. We’re just getting started.”
He withdraws his hand, leaving me aching and needy. I watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking my juices off them with deliberate slowness, his eyes locked onto mine the entire time. It’s filthy. I can’t look away.
“Delicious,” he says, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I think it’s time we explore more of the club, don’t you?”
My heart pounds as I slide out of the booth on shaky legs. Leo takes my hand, steadying me, and leads me deeper into the club. My thighs are slick and every step reminds me of how desperately I want more.
We pass through a curtained doorway into a larger room filled with plush seating areas. The walls display artwork depicting various scenes of erotic play—bodies intertwined, faces contorted in pleasure.
“This is the main play area,” Leo explains. “Here, people can indulge in their fantasies more openly.”
Holy shit. Couples and groups everywhere, doing everything from making out to—yeah, that’s definitely a blowjob happening on that couch.
A woman across the room catches my eye. She’s on her knees, head thrown back in obvious pleasure while her partner whispers something in her ear. She looks utterly lost in the moment, and I recognize the surrender in her expression. That’s what I must look like when Leo takes control.
