*This chapter will contain exhibitionism

I couldn't pull my eyes away from the people standing in front of our section, waiting for us to begin. It was both nerve-wracking and heady, the thought of them seeing me perform because that was what this was, wasn't it? Performing.

When Mateo had suggested on a public scene, I'd hesitated. While I wanted to do it, it also made me anxious. But even as my muscles tensed, my pussy pulsed with need. The one thing that helped me decide, was Mateo. I trusted him fully, and I knew he would be with me the entire time. And maybe, just maybe, this would make me overcome some of my struggles.

The red glow of the club made the place feel erotic. It helped. It would've been way worse if the lights had been white and too bright. At least now, it felt almost like a safety blanket. They could still see me clearly, but the dimmed lights made me more comfortable.

"Get on the chair for me," Mateo ordered. His voice had grown husky with want. The knowledge that I was doing this to him, affecting him this way, was the confidence boost I needed to turn and walk over to the chair.

A hiss left my mouth as I sat; the leather was cold to my heated skin, bringing goosebumps to rise. My ass slid down the slated chair making my sex curve upwards. The armrests were weird, too high up for my arms to rest comfortably, and had a strange shape, like a laying L.

Mateo chuckled when I propped my arms up. "Those are for your legs. It'll open you up more," he explained, and I flushed at his words.

It'll open you up more. Goddamn, why was that hot? But also, very, very embarrassing. It was one thing to know what I was going to do in front of strangers and another thing to let them see my pussy up in the air like that.

My heart stuttered in my chest, and even with the music playing, I could hear the heartbeats clearly. Could they hear it too?

When I hesitated, Mateo moved to my side, making me look up at him. His eyes narrowed in warning. "Put your feet on the stirrups, now," he commanded.

I followed his orders, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks as I did so. I was already feeling the effect this had on me. My pussy was slick, and my clit swollen with the need to be touched.

The stirrups were strangely comfortable, if a bit chilled, but the leather warmed up almost immediately from my body heat.

"Good girl," Mateo praised me, and I momentarily forgot the other people. Hearing how good I was made me burn with both arousal and elation. Those two words were something I'd fantasized about hearing whenever I dreamed about being dominated. For a split moment, it felt like I was floating, all because of his praise. But, alas, it only distracted me temporarily, and soon, I was once again aware of people watching me.

I grew conscious of the slight chill on my bare pussy, and I bit down hard on my lower lip to keep myself from taking my feet down from the stirrups and cover myself. The pain of the bite help alleviate some of the urges I had, but not all. It was still uncomfortable being this exposed, and to strangers no less.

This was quite a change from having to turn off the lights while having sex, that was for sure. I guess it was easy to let the small, gradual changes go unnoticed until it shocked me with how far I had actually gotten.

"Look ahead, gorgeous. Watch the people hunger for you," Mateo urged me. I didn't want to turn my head; I felt I could already see enough from my peripheral vision. But the same warning in Mateo's eyes as he had before made it clear I was to obey.

The first thing I met when I twisted my head to the strangers was achingly familiar green eyes. He was standing front and center, demanding me to look at him.

My breath left in a rush as I saw the heat in Callan's eyes. Even with nerves buzzing beneath my skin like millions of bees, I still grew wet from having him here for this scene.

Shifting my gaze downwards, I bit my lip for a whole other reason, it being to keep myself from jumping his bones. His pants were tented, showing the major hard-on he had.

My attention shifted to Callan's right, and I was even more surprised to see Gideon standing there as well. His eyes were as dark as always, giving nothing away unless he wanted me to see it. And now, he wanted to. They burned me with the intensity of his desire. I thought he was just as into this as Callan and Mateo, but it seemed like he was struggling with something. His hands were clenching and unclenching at his sides, and I desperately wanted to know what that was about.

For the first time since I'd met them, I hadn't been aware of their presence. I'd been too busy trying to block out the knowledge that strangers were watching me that I didn't realize it wasn't only strangers.

I sensed movements behind me as Mateo walked up to me. His nose tickled behind my ear before he moved his mouth to my ear. "Focus on them. They'll be your focal point for this scene. Shut everything else out but us. It's only us here," he whispered. My breathing grew heavy as I listened to his lust-filled voice, and all I could do was give a small nod to let him know I heard him.

"Suck on two of your fingers and make them wet," he directed me, speaking directly into my ear. From his position, he would be able to see both me and the audience. He'd probably planned it like that too.

Bringing both my index and middle finger, I held them in front of my mouth, letting my tongue circle the tips before I sucked on them. I didn't move my eyes to anyone but Callan and Gideon. I wouldn't let my nerves get in the way of sharing this new experience with my dominants. Instead, I did as Mateo had suggested, pretending it was only us. This show I was doing was for them and no-one else.

I teased the men, showing them what I would've done if it was their cocks as I took the fingers into my mouth. The fiery gaze from them turned up a notch like they knew what I was insinuating.

"Play with your clit for us," Mateo commanded, and I listened. I brought my hand down to my sex and found the throbbing nub that was begging for attention.

A low moan escaped my lips at the contact with my clit. I hadn't realized how turned on I was until now. I rubbed it gently at first before putting more pressure bundle.

"Fuck," I hissed, briefly closing my eyes as the pleasure grew. Without thinking, my free hand went to my breast, kneading it while I pretended it was one of the guys'. I pinched one nipple until it was hard and pointy before moving to the other one.

Opening my eyes, I looked once again at Gideon. His hands were white with how hard he was clenching them, but I couldn't think about the reason for it, not now. I could hardly think at all.

"Take two fingers inside your pussy. Fuck yourself on them," Mateo continued to direct me. His breathing was rough in my ear, and it urged me on, pouring gasoline into the already big fire inside me.

Leaving my breast, I pushed two fingers in. I was wet, and while there was a small stretch, they went in smoothly.

The moaning grew louder as I pushed them in and out while massaging my clit at the same time. I'd never found much pleasure in finger-fucking myself before. If I ever had an orgasm while doing it, it was always calm and unsatisfying. I'd needed a vibrator to achieve real gratification. But now, with the men's focus all on me, it didn't take long, and it wasn't at all unsatisfying.

My pussy pulsed around my fingers, and my body convulsed from the forceful orgasm. I whimpered from the force of it. In the midst of it all, I'd closed my eyes again.

"That's it, gorgeous. You're doing so good. Next time, keep your eyes open," Mateo said as he bit my earlobe, bringing me back to the present.

Wait, what...Next time? We weren't done? I didn't know how I felt about that. Okay, yeah, I did know. If I had to be honest with myself, I wasn't ready for this to be over yet.

"Which do you want? The vibrator or the dildo?" he asked, his voice calm like he was asking me to choose between which type of food I wanted for dinner.

I'd looked at the table containing the items earlier and already knew my answer. "The vibrator, Sir," I said breathlessly.

He gave it to me but didn't let go when I reached for it. "What do you say?"

"Thank you, Sir," I answered without thought. At this point, I was growing accustomed to their way and knew what they wanted from me.

With a nod, he let me have it and returned to his position behind me.

"I want you coming on your fingers, three of them this time, while you use the vibrator on the clit," Mateo instructed into my ear. His words got me more worked up than I already was. A shudder when through my body as he spoke.

Having not used this particular toy before, I lifted it to look at the setting. It was pretty basic, with one button to turn it off and on and two to change the setting to either speed it up or slow it down.

It started on the lowest setting by default, and the sound drowned out my shallow breathing. Maybe Mateo had chosen one that was loud, just so it would bring even more attention to me and what was happening.

My stomach tensed as I brought the tip of the vibrator to my pussy. I circled my weeping sex, gathering up my juices before placing it on my clit.

"Oh God," I whimpered at the intense feeling, and it was only on the lowest setting. My other hand went back to my wet entrance. The stretch was more significant this time, and I bit my lip as I pressed three fingers inside.

"Look at them," Mateo urged me. "Look at how much they want you."

This time, I didn't know if he meant for me to look at Callan and Gideon or if he meant for me to look at the others standing there. I wasn't ready to do that yet, so I kept my eyes trained on my guys as I fucked myself with my hand.

The crowd had been quiet through all of this, or maybe I'd just been too distracted to notice any sounds made by them. Truth be told, I'd blocked them out almost completely. They were only shadows in the background–the only ones that mattered were Callan, Mateo and Gideon.

"Increase the speed on the vibrator. I'll tell you when it's enough," Mateo commanded, done with letting me tease both myself and them.

I was sensitive already from having had one orgasm, but I didn't want to disobey either. Pushing the button that sped up the vibration, once...twice...I got up to five until Mateo was satisfied.

A cry ripped out of my lips at the intensity of it all. I fucked myself harder, feeling the impending climax. Even above the toy's noise, I heard the wet sound of my fingers going in and out.

Right before I was about to come, I looked, really looked at the strangers. A few of the men were hard, and a couple of women were pressing their thighs together. It was beyond hot to see the effect this had on them. Their eyes were hungry, though not as hungry as my men; it still made my pussy squeeze my fingers as I neared my second orgasm. But I didn't want to look at them when I came. No, that was only reserved for my dominants.

Meeting Callan's eyes, I exploded. I couldn't even think well enough to remove the vibrator as my pussy flooded the chair I was sitting in. My sight grew hazy for a couple of seconds, and when they cleared, I was sane enough to turn off the toy and retreating my fingers from my sex.

Slumping back, I tried to collect myself. Holy fuck, that was intense.