Page 77 of Break Me Not

I knew firsthand that a man’s jealousy was dangerous because of my work, but I couldn’t help myself. Not as he went around so he could watch us from the opposite end of the stage.

I was going to put him in his place. Show him that no matter what he tried, he was not taking her away from me. I was here, and she was mine.

The rules were laxer here than at Club Pétale. As long as most of your clothes were on and you weren’t making too much of a scene, you could do whatever you wanted.

Coming up behind her and pressing her forward with my hips, I pulled her dress up over her ass and pushed the excess fabric to the front, using it to hide my hand as it slipped between her thighs. My other hand traveled around the swell of her hips and up to cup a breast.

Her little inhale had my cunt roaring to life.

“Have you been wet this whole time, Mommy?” I asked as my hand brushed across her wet folds. She wasn't wearing any underwear tonight. The thought excited me. If I had known, I might have begged her to let me slip my face under her dress earlier.

My fingers played with her clit. Her breaths were controlled, but the rise and fall of her chest was enough to tell me how affected she was. I pinched her nipple and rolled it between my fingers, getting an actual moan from her.

As I placed my chin on Liz’s shoulder and looked straight at the bastard who fucked her over, I watched his knuckles turning white while he held his drink.

The anger on his face made me euphoric.

“Yes, just for you, my love.”

She let out a deep moan when my fingers entered her and spread her legs, giving me more access.

A girl on the stage in front of us was dancing on a pole with a small vibrator in her G-string. She looked down at us with a smile on her face.

“What a beautiful lady we have here,” she murmured, giving us a lingering look before she turned to the rest of the crowd. When she got to the other side where Liz’s ex-husband was, he ignored her almost completely.

“Oh fuck,” Liz moaned when I curled my fingers inside her. “You’re fucking me so good.”

“I know I am, Mommy,” I whispered. “I always do.” I fit a third finger inside her. “I'll always be the best girl for you.”

“Keep doing that. You’re going to make me come.”

I forced my fingers deeper inside, twisting and pumping them the way I knew she loved. And just as I predicted, she leaned back into me, her moans now unrestrained. I had almost forgotten about her ex-husband, being fully focused on my girl.

And then two people came up to us, one on either side.

“Lillian has a request,” Sloan said to my left. “Feel free to say no.”

Both of us looked over to see Lillian leaning over Liz, her eyes focused on her breasts.

“Can I touch? This shouldn't be a surprise, given how many hints I've dropped about joining us.”

I couldn't stop fucking Liz. Her cunt was squeezing the life out of me.

“What do you say? Do you want Lillian to worship you?”

Sloan moved closer, her face just centimeters from me and right by Liz’s ear.

“I promise she's not much of a brat. And she really enjoys it when you tell her what to do.” She then pulled away to look at me. “Don’t punch me for this. I know you have a record.”

I gave her a look. “Look who’s fucking talking.”

“Show me if your mouth is as sweet as it looks,” Liz told Lillian, pulling the top of her dress down, showing her her bare tits as I moved my thumb to rub her clit.

Lillian gave Sloan one last look, and when she nodded, she leaned forward, her tongue and lips exploring Liz’s body.

“Oh.” Liz’s hands gripped the railing tighter.

“Fuck, you look good together,” Sloan said, a twinge of desire in her voice as she looked at her wife and Liz. Sloan’s hands reached out to Liz’s dress. “Can we take a look?”