Naked. Vulnerable. With dozens of eyes drinking me in.

Humiliation burned in my cheeks—but it twisted into something else. Something darker and hotter that made my pussy throb. I was wet already. Could feel it slicking my inner thighs.

I glanced at the crowd. A man in the front row, hand drifting toward his crotch. A woman biting her lip, pressing her thighs together. Others watching with predatory stillness, waiting.

*They’re going to watch him fuck me. Watch me come.*

The thought should have horrified me. Instead, arousal flooded through me so intense I nearly moaned.

David circled me slowly, appraising. Like I was something he’d purchased. Something he owned....