In The Spotlight.

The lights were out, the crowd quiet. A breeze chilled the sweat on her skin. Her strained legs quivered but she could not relax them. Again, Jade tested the bonds around her ankles, her waist, her arms; they held. She was trapped: legs spread, ass up, weight on her arms folded on the low table below. There was a noise like leaves falling, or a hundred people breathing together.
The spotlight came on. Heat gathered around her. Jade breathed in quick, shallow gasps as footsteps sounded loud on the stage. He did not speak to her or to the crowd but Jade could feel their attention heightening, their eyes focusing. Fingers trailed up her bare thigh and grazed her ass. Jade looked blindly into the light and squeezed her muscles against the line of heat he left over her skin. The hand returned, palming her hip and shifting her in her restraints. Two hands now, running over her as she waited. Every second made her hotter.
Jade felt a sound that was part sigh, part moan slip from her throat. A hand fisted in her hair and pulled her back and upwards so that the rope around her waist dug into her flesh. Her breasts peaked, the breeze finding her nipples and hardening them. She ached for him to touch her. Her mouth had opened when he pulled her head back and now she licked at her lips, wetting them.
He brushed her pussy. Only then did Jade realise how wet she was. Her slickness made his fingers skim across her, smooth and quick.