My sister's going to kill me-literally. She was so adamant about me ensuring Sloane did not drink any alcohol, warning me if she did, all our hard work would go down the drain.

Fuck.

While Sloane pulled me through the club, heading toward the exit doors, I thought about what I would tell Shayla and wondered how I could fix what I'd allowed to happen.

This is my fault.

I started to sweat the closer we neared the exit. Then, confusion roamed through me when she didn't turn to head toward the way out of the club; she was taking us somewhere else.

Now I'm baffled.

Needing answers to why she was upset, leaving the restroom and pulling me through the club like a mad woman, I planted my feet, stopping her from bringing us to where it looked like the voyeur area.

She quickly spun around when her arm fully extended and realized she wasn't going anywhere. "What are you doing? Why did you stop? And why are you looking at me like that?"

"We're not going anywhere until you tell me what happened back there and why you're on a mission to bring me to God knows where?"

There was a hint of pain in her eyes, causing my stomach to twist and knit.

Fuck. I never should've allowed Sloane to drink alcohol.

"Sloane," I said carefully and calmly. "Talk to me."

"I'm fine. Trust me," she finally answered.

"What happened in the bathroom," I wondered, stepping forward, invading her space, careful not to get her hair caught in the bronze crown when I slid my fingers through her hair. "You were fine before you went in there. Now, you appear to be upset about something."

She looked around us, then stood on her tippy toes, looked over my shoulder, then flattened her feet to the ground, poking me in the gut with her lips curving upward. "I'm still fine. Now, will you let me bring you to the area where I'd like to have fun?"

I'm confused.

Like, really, really, really fucking confused.

"Don't look at me like that," she ordered, her smile fading. "I'm fine, Aaron. And if you're thinking the alcohol just affected my mood, know it did. But not in the way you're thinking."

"Okay..." I responded slowly, still confused by her change in mood. "What are you trying to tell me, then?"

She looked at everyone around us, and when her eyes returned to mine, they turned from looking upset to playful. "I want you to show me and everyone in this place who I am to you. Prove to me that I'm yours. Prove to them you're mine. Prove everyone wrong that the scars on my face and my curves don't affect the way you look at me."

My body softened at her request because I could do all of that and some.

Sloane's my girl-always will be.

No matter-fucking-what.

The corner of my lip twitched when I realized what she was asking me to do. She wants us to go to the voyeur area to show everyone what we mean to each other. As much as I've wanted to do this with her, I'm shocked she wants us to go that far-mainly because she has body image issues.

Putting what I saw on Sloane's face when she left the restroom aside, I took her hand with a wicked smile and said a little too happily, "Let's do this."

I still wasn't sure what caused her to flip her switch. If it was because she tried picturing what Rocky and I saw in her when she looked at her reflection in the mirror, or if it was because of what Chloe had said at my sister's coffee shop, or if she was testing herself again, indicating she's moved on from her past, and proving she's accepted how she looks now compared from when I first knew her and that I couldn't give two shits about her scars or curves.

Whatever Sloane's deal was, I wasn't going to back down from what she was suggesting-correction-insisting we do.

I'm excited for this-it's what I've wanted to do since she and I surprisingly became a couple.

The first thing Sloane did when we entered the room, and I locked the door behind me, was facing the crowd on the other side of the glass and removing her robe. If she was nervous about what we were about to do, she didn't show it, which caused my dick to stir in my pants. Not only did he like this open-minded version of Sloane, but I was in heaven with it.

Sloane faced her back to the crowd, showing them the luscious ass my hands enjoy feeling so much, surprising me with what she wanted me to do. "I want you to be as dirty with me as possible, including filthy talk. I want you to treat me as if I were your typical one-night stand-one that would make you realize you could never live without me. I want to experience what those other women participated in those nights with you. I want you to show everyone watching outside that window that I can handle anything you throw at me. And if I mean everything you claim I am to you, I want you to show them if they were ever to touch or hurt me-they'll die..."

She wants me to be dirty with her.

She wants to know what my one-night stands were like.

She's begging that I do forbidden things to her-sexual things I've wanted to do but refrained from doing with her, worried she'd think I was some sexual freak.

And she wants me to give our onlookers the touch her and die vibes.

I can handle this. I hope.

With a smile and my eyes focused only on her, I undressed, my cock immediately springing to life when I lowered my boxers, excited to be doing this with her tonight. After months of dreaming about it, I finally get to show the world my best friend, my girl, my lover for life is mine-all fucking mine.

"What would you like to do first?" I asked, letting her know tonight I wanted this to be a team effort. Not only to have her submit to me in front of everyone, but I was also willing to submit to her.

"Don't ask me what I want. What I want is for you to order me around like I was your slut for the night. I don't care how you do it. Just do it. Test my limits. Please."

Sloane talking this way has to be the alcohol talking. Even if it isn't, I fucking love this version of her-Sloane 2.0.

"Do you remember your safe word?"

She nodded eagerly. "Yes."

My hand gripped her neck, and I pulled her to my mouth, my lips grazing hers as I said, "Good. Use it if you have to." Then my lips crushed hers, leaving her breathless when I left her mouth and ordered, "Now get on your knees and show everyone how much you love my cock."

She may be new at giving blowjobs, but it doesn't show. She's a natural fucking pro.

With a fucking sparkle in her eye and a thrilled expression on her face. Sloane dropped to her knees, and with her eyes on me, she wrapped her hand around my hard as fuck rigid cock and started stroking it lovingly.

Her warm, soft hand moved slowly up and down my hard veiny length as she said, "I love your cock. It's the perfect size. I love how it makes me feel and what it does to me whenever it's inside me. I love my control over you when my mouth is wrapped around it. And I love tasting the excitement you share with me when you can't handle the excitement no longer."

Her words sent my mind, heart, and dick into excitement mode, thickening my cock even more. It also caused a shiver to run down my spine and the hairs on my arms to stand tall. "Show me," I ordered, my fingers entwining around her hair. "Show everyone how much you worship this dick of mine," I added, tightly gripping her dark locks when I watched my dick slide through her lips, disappearing into her heavenly warm mouth when I helped her swallow me.

The feeling of her warm, moistened mouth hugging my dick caused it to harden to the max, my heart to skip a beat, and a loud delighted moan to escape through my teeth and out my mouth.

My reaction caused her to moan in satisfaction.

She wants me to talk dirty to her. And if that's what she wants. That's what she'll get.

Watching her consume my cock like it was the greatest thing since sliced bread, my heart swelled at the sight. "That's it, Sloane. Take that dick like the good slut that you are," I praised, pulling her to me, encouraging her to take my cock deeper into her mouth.

Her gag reflex worked beautifully when her throat swallowed me in, blocking her ability to breathe. "Easy there, my gorgeous little fucking slut." It feels weird to call her a slut when she clearly isn't. But since this is how she wants me to treat her, what she wants to hear me tell her, I won't even question her reasoning behind it.

She pulled back, refilled her lungs with the sex-filled air in the room, and then quickly swallowed me again, fearing she'd miss out on the grand prize.

My cock twitched in excitement when she released it from her mouth and extended her tongue, her hand fondling my tight, swollen balls while slowly licking me from base to tip, then swallowing me entirely again, her tonsils tickling the head of my dick when it kissed the wall of her throat.

"Touch yourself. Show me what you wish I were doing to your needy pussy if you weren't devouring my cock."

The space between her thighs opened when she slid her knees away from one another, and her hand lowered to what I was growing anxious to devour in front of the world, showing them what I can have and they can't. Using her digits, she spread her lower lips apart as her middle finger slid between them, burying it inside her.

My eyes swapped from watching her mouth gracefully slide along my cock, to her finger-fucking herself. Her finger left her wetness, spreading her juices over her swollen clit, and then pinching and pulling it before diving her finger back inside her, adding a second digit, then a third one to encourage her arousal to come faster.

"Fuck yourself faster," I crooned, enjoying this moment with my girl for others to see who they'll never have-who'll be mine forever. "Get that tight little cunt prepared for me."

She shivered at my words, and an excited hum followed, causing my eyes to close from the vibrations of her humming coursing through my dick, all the way up to the top of my head.

My arousal was building, and I noticed hers was, too, after feeling and seeing her breathing change. Since I didn't want to waste her arousal on her fingers and how I wanted to be the one to taste what she brewed, she voiced disapproval when I ordered her to stop.

My fingers tightened around her locks, and a popping sound filled the room when I pulled her off my dick. She took a deep breath, licked her lips when her hooded eyes found mine, and whined, "Why did you stop me from orgasming and tasting your orgasm as well?"

"I wanted to know how badly you want to taste me. Give me a reason to allow you to relish what you do to me."

My glistening cock bounced when her tongue emerged from her lips, and she slid it along them, enticing me to thrust my cock back into her warm mouth. "I want to taste and savor your orgasm badly. I want to show every woman and man outside this room what they can't have and what's only mine. What will always be mine."

Always be hers. Now, that got my attention. Because I will always be only hers, something I wanted to fill her in about earlier tonight before the plans changed, but I can still show her-and them that no matter what they say or do to us, they'll never split us apart. Ever.

My thumb from my free hand slid along her bottom lip. "That's right, sweetheart. My beautiful slut. You'll always be mine." Tightening my fingers around her hair, I lowered her head as my other hand wrapped around my cock, and I started pumping it, asking, "Do you want me to fill your mouth with my cum right now?"

With her eyes on my dick, she nodded excitedly. "Yes. My mouth is watering for it. I'm desperate to taste you."

"Open," I commanded, my rigid length pulsing excitedly from her obeying my order.

Her lips parted wide, and her tongue hung out, anticipating my cock to slide home. "You look so beautiful begging for me with your mouth wide open and your tongue hanging out. You're such a good little slut," I praised. "Since you're such a good girl, I'll reward you with what you've been asking I give you. But before I give you what you want. I want to see how desperate you are for it."

I held up my finger. "Once my dick slides through those desperate lips, you're not allowed to close your mouth. Not until I say you can. Understood?"

She nodded, agreeing to my instructions.

Slowly, I glided my cock in and out of her mouth, her eyes watering every time I tested her gag reflexes whenever I slid my dick deeply down her throat.

All eyes were on us, and since their eyes were heavily fixated on us while masturbating to Sloane pleasuring me, I wanted to give them a show they'd love. Something she may not like. But it's what she asked me to do, so I'll continue treating her like she begged me to.

Like a madman, my cock disappeared into the depths of her mouth when I harshly plunged my cock down her throat and held her there for a moment, watching her struggle on my overly rigid length, ready to feed her belly with my orgasm.

She choked, gagged, and coughed.

And her eyes welled with tears the longer my cock was lodged in her windpipe.

"Do you need to use the safe word?" I asked curiously, worried I was going too far with her.

She shook her head, and her hands gripped my hips with a muffled moan leaving her mouth, letting me know she was okay and that she didn't want to stop what I was doing to her.

"Good girl," I cooed, knowing how much she enjoyed being praised. "I almost forgot how much you love my cock in your mouth and deeply down your throat. Are you ready to taste me?" I know I'm ready for her to taste me and to watch her relish what I'm feeding her.

She nodded, her voice muffled by my cock when she begged, "Please."

"Close your mouth and finish the job," I commanded, then instructed, "I don't want you wasting anything I give you. So swallow it all and then show everyone how much you enjoy drinking my orgasm."

It didn't take long to give her what she begged for. The second, her hot mouth clamped around me, and her head bobbed down and up my cock; I exploded as the timer from a bomb had ended.

The muscles of her throat moved frantically as she drank me up, showing everyone how good of a girl she was by not letting a drop of my cum leave her lips.

When her throat relaxed, I loosened my grip on her hair, ordering her to "Open your mouth and show me you've swallowed everything."

Her eyes sparkled, she opened her mouth, and then she stuck out her tongue for me to see a spec of cum was left. "Good girl."

Now, it was my turn to show the world what was mine and what they'll never have.

Extending my hand to hers, and when her hand took mine, I commanded, "Get on your feet."

Once Sloane stood, I lowered to my knees and stared at the swollen pussy looking desperate for me to please.

I looked up to see her anxious eyes on me.

"It looks like my little slut wants my tongue buried inside her. Is that what you're expecting to happen?"

She nodded, begging, "Please."

My hands gripped her hips, and I pulled her closer to me. Then I lifted her leg and placed it over my shoulder. "Make sure you let everyone watching us outside that glass; you're enjoying what my mouth is greedily eating."

Sloane lunged her pussy toward my mouth in a desperate attempt to shut me up and for me to get to work on pleasuring her. Lucky for her, my tongue took the bait upon impact.

I slid my tongue through her glistening lips, and when her hands flew to my head, entwined her fingers around my hair, and loudly moaned, I got busy teasing her swollen, erect clit.

"God, Aaron," she moaned, her fingers tightening around my hair. "You're tongue is so damn talented."

"That's not the only muscle I have that's talented," I quipped, peppering her pussy with kisses as I slid not one, not two, but three fingers into her wet heat.

I wanted my girl to show the horny onlookers how much she was enjoying my mouth where it was. So I wrapped my lips around her clit, and I sucked it hard into my mouth, smiling from the deep moan that left her lips and how hard she tugged my hair.

They can't hear us, and I wish they could. To make them jealous, but they'll know she's enjoying what I'm doing from how her mouth moves, the expression on her face, and how her head falls backward.

My fingers curled inside her, teasing her special spot in a come here motion as my tongue slid up and down her quivering pussy. Causing her to pant and scream. And her body convulse.

She was getting close to giving me what I wanted. Her arousal sliding down my tongue.

"Keep riding my face. Show them how you enjoy using your pussy to fuck my face."

Her hips moved faster, and so did my fingers and tongue.

"Oh. Fuck. Aaron!" she stammered, panting. "I'm almost there. Don't you dare stop me from having an orgasm."

I'd love to edge her and make her wait for that earth-shattering orgasm. But I'm just as needy as her. I want to taste her. I want them to see I love the taste of her arousal. I want them to see her make a mess of my face.

"Feed me your orgasm, Sloane. Right now."

My girl moaned and groaned. Her hips moved more urgently. And she pulled my mouth tighter against her needy, desperate pussy.

"Come for me," I commanded. "Come all over my face," I demanded, growing more impatient, desperate myself to drink up Sloane's orgasm.

God, am I ever desperate. I can't wait any longer to fuck my girl's brains out. A punishing fuck for not telling me the real reason why she wanted us to do this tonight. Because from the corner of my eye, I thought I just saw our nemesis staring, watching us from outside that glass with a shocked expression on her face.

But I didn't want to look to be sure. I was too proud of Sloane's confidence level tonight. She demanded we do this on her own.

I also didn't want to look to see if the woman pressing her nose and palms against the glass was the bitch who tried ruining us-ruining Sloane even more for her own sick pleasure. Because I wanted to be an asshole by rubbing in that bitch's face, there was nothing she could do or say that would keep us apart ever again.

The other reason was Sloane's showing me she doesn't give a flying fuck anymore what anyone thinks of her, and that she's accepted finally, that her scars and curves will never keep me from thinking she's beautiful.

She's letting me know in her own way that she sees what I see in her, finally-a beautiful woman. She was just as gorgeous as she was twenty years ago.

That was enough for me to ignore who I thought I saw and continue expressing my love to my best friend-showing I'd do anything for her at the drop of a hat-no matter what, it's what she wants me to do.

Suddenly, Sloane's hips stopped moving, her kneading fingers stopped massaging my scalp, and her body spasmed-her pussy violently quivering against my lips.

Knowing what was coming next, my tongue slid down her cunt and inside her wet heat, desperately tongue-fucking her to speed up or orgasm.

Finally, what I'd been waiting for flowed onto my tongue like a rapid river.

When her orgasm finished, I lowered her leg from my shoulder and licked my lips as I rose to my feet. Aiming my finger over her shoulder, I commanded, "Get that beautiful, luscious ass on the bed."

She suggested I do forbidden things to her. And I love that she did, but I can't do that to her here. Tonight. Not for her first time, especially while the psycho bitch is watching. It would give her more reasons to terrorize and humiliate Sloane more than she already has.

"How do you want me?" Sloane innocently asked as she crawled on the bed.

"On your back," I quickly answered. "I want to finish giving these horny onlookers a show. We'll do the other stuff you want me to do to you at home. In private." Disappointment spread fast across her face, so to fill her in on my reasoning, I climbed onto the bed, hovered over her, and caressed the side of her face as I said, "You don't want your first time with anal play being witnessed by them. It's a bit uncomfortable, and I need you to be relaxed for it to be enjoyable. Okay?"

After a moment, the disappointment in her eyes switched to relief. She was quietly thanking me for letting her know I wanted to wait until we were in the privacy of my home instead of allowing others to watch her experience something she may not like, embarrassing her in the process.

Nodding, she whispered, "Thank you."

Lowering my mouth, my lips grazed against hers as I lowly said, "You're welcome." I slowly and lovingly kissed her lips, then said, "What do you say we get this over with and then go home and finish our amazing night in private?"

Her arms and legs wrapped around my body, and her lips tickled mine when she smiled and said, "I'd like that."

I wanted my cock to be buried balls deep inside Sloane's pussy and fuck her like a wild rabbit. So I lifted her legs, placed them over my shoulders, and then grabbed my rigid length and stroked it a few times before placing it at her wet opening.

Sloane's hooded eyes found mine, and then she begged, "Fuck me hard." Her hands formed to my ass, and she pulled me toward her, the head of my cock teasing her opening. "Make me scream."

I grinned at her, liking what I heard, saying, "That was the plan."

Then, in one brutal thrust, I was balls deep inside her, fucking her like the energizer bunny-hard and fast.

It was music to my ears, hearing the sounds of my balls slapping against Sloane's flesh, along with her delighted moans echoing throughout the room with every deep thrust, that my cock plunging into the depths of her pussy became more demanding-desperate for her to orgasm.

I was already there and holding back with all my might, hoping she'd let go before me.

"Come all over my cock," I ordered through clenched teeth, fighting all urges to fill her up with my cum before she was satisfied.

"I'm almost there," she promised through breathless pants.

Finally, her pussy clamped hard around my cock, her nails dug into my back, and she screamed, "I'm coming!"

Thank fuck.

Suddenly, my toes curled, and my body was assaulted by goosebumps peppering my skin. After a few more hard thrusts, I shoved my cock deeply into her cunt, froze, and relieved my tight, achy balls.

Sloane pulled me to her mouth, crushing her lips on mine in a heated, possessive kiss before saying, "Thank you. That was everything I needed you to do." She grinned. "I feel much, much better."

I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, bit and smiled. "I'm glad." Releasing her lip, I informed, "Whatever my girl wants. She gets. Whenever she wants. No matter the time or place. Even when she's trying to make someone jealous," I added, letting her know I figured out her deal.

Her eyes widened. "What? I wasn't-"

I pressed my lips to hers, silencing her from saying anything more.

"You were," I assumed, and I was right. I chuckled when I turned my head toward the onlookers and saw a reddened, shocked face, Chloe, with her nose and hands still planted to the glass. "I see Chloe staring at us right now."

My eyes returned to Sloane's. And with a grin, I pushed, "Are you still going to deny this wasn't for us, this show was for her?"

She pursed her lips. Then she looked away from me and at the glass. After a moment, she admitted, "I guess now I know what it feels like getting busted."

I hope you enjoyed the chapter!!