Nick stands still, never making a move to stop me in my mission. I take this as a sign to continue on.
Maybe this is his language. No begging. No talk of reason. Nothing but filth and erotic indecency.
I kneel down, place his hardened cock on the base of my tongue, and close my lips tightly around him. Looking up into his eyes, I begin to move my mouth up and down his shaft.
Nick never looks away. He never closes his eyes for a moment. He watches as I begin my oral seduction. I want to be fucked. I want to earn the right to have this man claim my virginity as his.
I tighten my lips and work my tongue in small circles along the entire length. His taste, his smell, and his entire aura is everything I imagine. Wonderland beats behind the closed door with hundreds of people partying, but I’ve never felt more alone and private with a person before. It’s just Nick and me. No one else matters.
The weight of the demon rests on my tongue, and I nearly orgasm because of it.
Nick reaches for my hair to stop me. “Lyriope,” he moans.
I look up into his eyes with his cock still in my mouth. I pull it out enough to whisper, “I want to fulfill my end of the contract. I want you to fuck me. I want you to do with me as you please. I’ve never wanted anything more.” I lower my mouth down to the base of his cock and slowly back to the tip. Removing his penis just enough to speak again, I rasp, “I want to be bad. I want to show you that I can dance in your world if you’ll let me.”
He closes his eyes and throws his head back in euphoric surrender. I know I’ve won this battle. I smile victoriously at my success and continue my quest to please Nick like he had never been.
“Fuck my face,” I mumble, ready to take it to the next level of kinky debauchery. “Fuck my face like you plan to fuck my pussy.” My dirty talk is turning me on even more. I love this side of me that seems to be unleashed by Nick.
Suddenly the office door opens with a gust of loud music. Standing in the doorway is Harrison.
“Nick, we need to go to the back room now. Everyone’s arrived and they’re not going to want to wait any longer.”
He pulls away. “Fuck.”
I scramble to my feet in shock and embarrassment, wiping signs of my act from the corners of my mouth, scanning the room for my clothing.
“They can wait!” he shouts.
“No, they can’t, and you know it. They’re waiting and growing impatient.”
“Fuck,” Nick says, blowing out a breath and running his fingers through his hair. He looks at me and then Harrison. “We’re on our way,” Nick says, reaching for my dress and handing it to me. He leans down and kisses my forehead. “I’m sorry. We’re needed elsewhere. To be continued.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Lyriope
We walk through the crowd of people, dancing to the DJ music. Carnival performers are all around us and there’s a suffocating sensation making its way through me as Nick holds my hand and guides me to the back of the warehouse.
When he opens a large metal door and we walk down a vacant hallway, the sounds of the party fade to a dull base that vibrates the walls.
“I’ll allow you to attend tonight’s meeting on one condition,” he says.
I hadn’t asked to attend the meeting in the first place, but now that I know that the option on the table is there, I want it. I actually get to attend an infamous tea party at Wonderland.
“You sit beside me. You don’t say a single word no matter how hard it is to do so.”
“Okay,” I say, not sure what I’d say in a meeting anyway. “Who are we meeting?”
“Gods. We’re meeting with gods.”
When the door opens to a room at the far end of the massive warehouse, Nick leads me to two vacant seats at the head of the table. I scan the room to see if I recognize any of the men sitting around the table, but the lights are dim, we’re moving too fast to our seats, and I’m too self-conscious to stare for long. Once I settle in my seat, I’ll have the opportunity to see more, but for now, I just see the backs of heads of several men.
“Thank you for joining me tonight.” Nick begins as he pulls out my chair for me to sit and then stands at the end of the table facing everyone. “Let me first begin by reminding you of one of the rules of Wonderland. No violence.”
I glance around and notice more security flanking the room. I also see several men in suits standing guard that don’t seem to belong to Nick but rather the guests of the room. Harrison is standing by the door as is Martha.