"Of course I am," I find myself saying even though I have no idea about what Sloane prepared for me. But it doesn’t matter; I trust him and, right now, all I want to do is forget about the mess Drake puts us in.
We go though a few cocktails—well, Sloane went for the whisky—and watch the men dance on the stage, the atmosphere in this place making me feel more and more relaxed with each passing second. No wonder the place is packed, this is amazing.
A shirtless ripped waiter comes to our booth again, but instead of taking the empty glasses and taking another order, he just nods at Sloane.
"We’re up," Sloane whispers, getting up from his seat and offering me his hand. I go up to my feet, take his hand in mine, and that’s when the lights go out. I stand there in the darkness, having no idea about what’s going to happen, and then a single spotlight focus on me and Sloane.
He leads the way toward the stage, and my heart skips a beat when I realize what we’re about to do. Oh God, what have I agreed to?
We climb the narrow stairs that lead to the stage and, the moment I step there, the spotlight around us widens and a barely audible music starts coming from the overhead speakers.
"Have you ever done this before?" I ask him, having no idea what this really is. I’ve heard rumors about what happens when you go on stage at Python, but I don’t really know the specifics.
"Never," he says, grinning, and closes the distance between us, both his hands going to my hips. "But there’s always a first time."
"Yeah," I nod, a knot in my stomach. I always thought of myself as wild and adventurous, but right now, being on stage in front of hundreds of people is making my knees grow weak. "Let’s do this," I say nonetheless, ready to embark on a trip to the unknown.
"Let’s do it," he repeats after me, his voice blending with the anxious drumming coming from the speakers. The music starts slow and it’s barely audible, but it keeps on growing in a frantic crescendo, and my heart starts beating at that same rhythm.
Hesitantly, Sloane reaches for me, his fingers trailing up my arms all the way to my shoulders, and then he grabs the straps of my dress. I bite on my lower lip and nod, and he slides the straps down my arms, tugging on my dress until it’s bunched up around my waist.
Then, the music reaches its climax, drums and strings joining forces, and Sloane matches that wildness with one sudden movement. He hooks his fingers on my dress and pushes on it violently, sending it down to my legs. I step out of it and stand there under the spotlight, wearing only my matching black lace thong and bra.
Turning toward the crowd, Sloane offers the wild pack of horny women one of his million dollar smiles and grabs the collar of his shirt. He tugs on it harshly and all the buttons pop out at once, flying straight off the stage. I can almost feel the humidity in the room rising as the women gaze at Sloane’s bare chest, completely in awe with the cords of ripped muscles moving under his skin. Yeah, enjoy the show, I think to myself, but Sloane’s all mine.
I take one step toward him and press my chest against his back, my hands going around his torso. I slide the palm of my hands down his chest, going over the curves of his abs, and then I grab his belt. Unbuckling it slowly, I then take it out of its loop in one quick movement. Grabbing his zipper, I pull down his fly and peer over Sloane’s shoulder at the women in the first row. Their eyes are wide and anxious, and their mouths are hanging open as they notice the baseball bat hiding under Sloane’s boxer briefs.
Nibbling at his neck, I send his pants down his legs and he does the rest, kicking off his shoes and steppin
g out of his pants and boxers. Finally, he turns on his heels to face me, and his hands go back to my waist.
"Nervous?" he asks me, lust flaring up behind his eyes.
"Not enough to stop," I admit, shivering as I feel the tip of his fingers going over my spine. He grabs the clasp of my bra and unhooks it; pushing the straps down my arms, I sigh heavily as my hard nipples meet the cool air in the room.
Leaning into me, Sloane brushes his lips softly against mine and I surrender to his kiss. His hands are on my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulls me into him; our bodies are pressed tight, and I feel his cock straining against boxers and pulsing against my inner thigh. I’m of half a mind to simply yank his boxers out, push him to the floor and jump on him right now. But we’re putting on a show; I have to be patient.
I hear a rattling metallic sound, and I pull back from Sloane just in time to see two long chains descending from the ceiling. They’re a few feet apart, and from their ends dangle a pair of handcuffs.
Ready to submit entirely, I spread my arms to the side. Smiling, Sloane grabs the handcuffs and closes them around my wrists with a click. I move my arms, testing the hold of the chains, and I bite on my lower lip as I realize that I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. Which is exactly what I want.
Tugging on a rope a few feet apart from the chains, Sloane makes the chains go lower and I go down to my knees, my arms raised over my head now.
"TAKE IT OFF!" a woman screams from the crowd, and dozens of similar shouts erupt everywhere across the room. Chuckling to himself, Sloane turns to face the crowd once more, and walks close to the edge of the stage.
"YOU WANT ME NAKED?" he asks the crowd, his deep voice making my insides tingle. He hooks his thumbs on the sides of his boxer briefs and every single woman in the place goes mad, a chant of take it off, take it off! booming over the music. And that’s exactly what he does; with one single movement, he sends his boxers flying down his legs, his cock springing free like a steel rod.
Now they really go crazy. A few bouncers gather right in front of the stage, stopping the craziest one from making a run toward Sloane. Still on my knees, I hold my breath as he turns to me, his hard cock throbbing.
He walks up to me and, looking into my eyes, places both his hands on top of my head. I close my eyes and open my mouth, ready to have him in me; one second after that I feel the tip of his cock brushing over my lips, and so I just open my mouth even wider and gobble it all up.
I push my mouth down his shaft as fast as I can, his long inches rolling over my tongue until his cock is pressed tight against the back of my throat. Tangling his fingers in my hair, Sloane holds me in place and starts to thrust, moving his cock in and out of my mouth at a steady pace. He starts gently, but it doesn’t take him long to build a rhythm.
The music and the noises from the crowd fade away, and all that exists in my universe right now is Sloane’s naked body, his thick cock fucking my mouth. He does it fast and hard, the wet sound of my lips and tongue sliding over his cock driving me completely mad. For a second I almost wish for him to go all the way, to fuck my mouth until he explodes and gush a river of cum inside of me.
Lucky for me, Sloane knows we have to take it slow; we’ve just started. I open my eyes as he slides his cock out of my mouth, and I grin as he reaches for the rope next to him, tugging on it and making the chains that hold me slowly go up. I go from my knees to my feet and, the moment I’m standing in front of Sloane, he hooks his fingers on the string of thong that laces my outer thigh and pulls, ripping it off my body.
I gasp as I feel the fabric sliding out of my skin, but that’s all I have the time to do; he crushes his mouth against mine and slides his tongue past my lips, kissing me in complete abandonment as he cups both my ass cheeks.