Chapter 5 Take Me Home

Crystal POV

This chapter contains explicit scene

Max's lips trailed down Beauty's neck, sucking on her earlobe before moving lower. Beauty's moans grew louder, filling the air. Max's voice was low and husky as he whispered in her ear, "You like games?"

Beauty's response was breathy. "Yes."

Max laid her down on the couch, his hands roaming over her body. I shifted in my seat, trying to appear nonchalant, but my eyes remained fixed on Max.

He unhooked Beauty's bra, and her breasts fell free. Her nipples were pink and hardened, inviting Max's attention. He circled the left nipple with his fingers while his mouth closed over the right one.

My breathing quickened, my chest rising and falling with each rapid breath. Max's eyes flicked up to mine, a smirk spreading across his face. I glared at him, trying to convey my disgust.

But Max just chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. He returned his attention to Beauty, his fingers and lips teasing her nipples. Beauty's moans grew louder, her body arching under Max's touch.

I closed my eyes, taking slow, deep breaths to calm myself. When I opened them again, my gaze was still fixed on Max.

Beauty was now in only her pants, and Max's lips trailed kisses down her belly to her abdomen. But he stopped there, his eyes flicking up to meet mine.

I watched as Beauty tried to push Max's head down towards her pussy, but he resisted. Then, he said something that made my eyes widen in surprise:

"I don't lick public properties."

Beauty didn't seem to register the implication of Max's words, too caught up in her own pleasure. She continued to moan, oblivious to the underlying tension.

But I understood exactly what Max meant. His eyes locked onto mine, a spark of challenge and intimacy flashing between us.

His hands slowly reaching her clit and he plays with her clit while I watched him, he plunges one finger into her pussy, but he suddenly pulled out and tore her pant.

He spread her legs for me to see as he thrusted four fingers into her and she moans loudly, I gulped

he moves slowly and then increases his pace moving quite fast.

she moans loudly

"I'm cumming"

she came on his fingers and she sucked on it.

she looked at with lust filled eyes, he brought out a dildo from his pocket, I didn't notice that, told her to stand and he sets it, he made her to sit on it.

she moans and throws her head backwards, the dildo starts moving

her breast moving erratically as she moves, he slaps her breast but she's lost

he pinches her breast and she winces.

"behave"

she open her mouth the reply but she couldn't, he unzips his belt and brought out his dick, he positions it on her lips and she opens her mouth.

With no mercy he thrusted himself fully into her mouth but pause for her to get use to the feeling, he starts moving slowly, and then furiously starts thrusting into her mouth.

My mouth hanged low, she starts mumbling and when I looked at her legs, it was dripping with cum but Max was still driving himself inside her like a mad man I would say.

Her eyes became tear filled and then he came right inside her mouth, she swallowed it, and licked the dick clean with the dildo out of her

"good girl"

he praises her.

He finally looks up at me and I still sat down there unmoved, looking at me his dick rose again

"let's go get a room"

he told her and she smiles.

she stood up but he puts a dog collar on her neck, she widens her eyes

"you'll crawl, I'll walk"

she smiles and nods, she gets on her knees and he inserts the dildo back into her pussy .

She tries crawling, she failed many attempts, her pussy milking the floor while he held her collar and she crawls, moaning and screaming.

As soon as Max and Beauty left, I felt the weight of the heated atmosphere lift. I realized the room had grown sweltering, and I needed a break. I hastily made my way downstairs to grab another glass of wine, downing it in swift gulps.

Next, I headed to the bathroom to wash my face, hoping the cool water would calm my flushed skin. After refreshing myself, I returned to my seat, watching with detachment as a staff member cleaned up the mess on the floor.

From my vantage point, I could still hear Beauty's screams and moans echoing through the corridors. Her sounds of pleasure were unmistakable, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

Determined to block out the distracting noises, I pulled out my earbuds and put them in, cranking up the volume to drown out Beauty's cries of passion. With the music pulsating in my ears, I settled in, waiting for the night to be over.

I sat lost in thought, the music in my earbuds blocking out the surrounding noise. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my back. I turned around to see Max standing behind me, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"Don't touch me with those filthy hands of yours," I warned, my voice firm.

Max laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, you're jealous, Crystal. I never knew I'd meet you jealous like I would never see jealous crystal."

I scowled, correcting him. "I'm not jealous. I just have a hygiene problem."

Max raised an eyebrow. "A hygiene problem?"

I glared at him. "Yes, and the problem is getting your filthy hands off me."

Max sat beside me, seemingly entertained by my anger, which only infuriated me more. I stood up to leave, but he grasped my hand, pulling me back toward him. Our lips nearly touched, but I jerked away, slapping him loudly.

As I struggled to free myself, I landed on the floor with a thud. "Don't you ever try this again!" I warned, my voice firm. "Probably, you should just leave me alone. Do you understand me?"

I scrambled to my feet, intent on leaving Max behind, but he grabbed my hand once more. Enraged, I kicked him in the groin, finally managing to break free from his grasp.

I tried to storm off, but Max recovered quickly, catching me and pinning me against the wall.

"Get your hands off me!" I shouted, struggling to break free.

Max's response was a simple "No."

Seizing the opportunity, I kicked him in the groin again, this time with even more force. Max crumpled to the floor, clutching himself in agony.

I stood over him, my anger still simmering. With a swift motion, I brought my heel down, aiming for his chest.

I stormed out of the club, the cool night air a welcome respite from the chaos I'd just escaped. I hailed a cab and slid into the backseat, slamming the door shut behind me.

"Take me home," I instructed the driver, my voice firm.

The cab pulled away from the curb, leaving the club and its drama behind. I leaned back in my seat, trying to process the events of the night.