As the white-hot crescendo of my climax finally ebbs, I become aware of the ragged panting surrounding us - both from our own heaving chests and the throngs of enraptured voyeurs. The air is thick with the musky, intoxicating tang of sweat and arousal, cloying in its intensity.
I blink dazedly, nerves still firing in the aftershocks of rapture, only to find myself pinned beneath Charles's smoldering stare. His eyes have gone utterly black - swallowed whole by animalistic hunger. A full-body shudder wracks through me at the sight.
"Did you enjoy giving them that lovely display, pet?" His voice is a low, gravel-rough rasp against the sweat-slicked curve of my neck. "Putting your greedy little cunt on full display as you soaked my hand like a depraved w***e?"
My breath hitches at the crude
