The small crowd of women nod their understanding. Everyone is dressed in black and shades of red, except for one wearing a crisp, ivory-colored dress, the rhinestones in her white lace mask shimmering under the soft lights.
I sneak a glance at Gabriel standing on the other side of Alexius. His gaze is transfixed on the girl in white, and I can practically feel the pulse of his desire for her.
Six men dressed in black suits and wearing masks line up by a round, pristinely polished mahogany table set underneath an exquisite black crystal chandelier. This room is charged with so much sexual energy it’s hard for me to stand still and not clench my thighs every two minutes.
The woman standing next to the one in white separates from the crowd, her dark burgundy dress swooshing around her ankles as she makes her way to the middle.
I’m holding my breath in anticipation, watching her get on the table, gracefully lying back and spreading her legs. She’s not wearing any underwear, and from up here, we can see her pussy glistening underneath the chandelier.
I swallow, my core starting to tingle with need, and I tighten my grip on Alexius’ hand. He squeezes back, a silent acknowledgment that he feels my energy, my sexual tension climbing with every passing second. God, I love how he knows me.
Once the woman on the table is comfortable, the first masked man steps up, and my breathing turns rapid, watching as he looks down between her legs, his hands resting comfortably on her inner thighs. She’s already panting, writhing on the mahogany, her gentle moans growing louder as he leans down, gently blowing on her naked folds.
My wetness spreads along my crease, and I gasp, my insides turning into a thousand tingling knots the moment he starts eating her cunt. He takes his time sampling her, his head bobbing between her thighs. The woman cries out, bucking off the table when the first man straightens and walks away.
“Why is he walking away?” I whisper.
“I told you to keep quiet,” Alexius scolds me. “This is how the Doms choose their submissives. Every man gets a chance, and the one who feels the most connected to her takes her for the evening.”
Oh, God. I think my blood just turned to fucking fire.
A second man moves into place, his hands starting at her ankles, gently easing up her legs, straightening his arms as he reaches for her pussy, spreading her folds wide. He’s biting his bottom lip, and I’m squirming where I stand, trying to press my thighs together, the ache growing stronger.
This man is going down on her like her pussy is the last fucking meal, reaching up and cupping her breast as he roughs his lips and tongue between her legs. He’s not gentle. Doesn’t take it slow. He’s like a savage, and before long, she’s coming, her cries reaching the ceiling.
Holy fuck.
I touch the scar behind my ear, my entire body burning with need. It’s as if liquid spreads through my chest, my legs growing weaker as my arousal grows stronger.
I’m convinced this man will choose her, judging by the way he just made her come. But he doesn’t. It’s the fifth man who tastes her pussy who ends up extending his hand, choosing her as his partner for the evening.
Alexius looks at me, his lips curved seductively. I’m so damn wet and needy, ready for him to fuck me right here, right now, not giving a shit about the erotic ritual of Dominants and submissives taking place on the lower level.
The woman in white is chosen for the table next, and I smile when I see Gabriel descending the stairs.
I lean close to Alexius. “If you’d rather not fuck me against this banister, I’d suggest you take me somewhere else right now.”
“You don’t want to watch the rest of the girls get their pussies licked?”
I turn and trace a finger down his black silk tie. “I’d rather get my own pussy licked.”
My breath lashes from my lungs as Alexius pushes my back against the iron banister. He’s on his knees in front of me, lifts the front of my skirt, and my eyes roll closed, the girl on the table below moaning at the same time Alexius covers my pussy with his mouth.
I stretch my arms across the railing, wrapping my fingers around the iron. With his expert fingers, he spreads my folds open for him, his tongue darting out and flicking against my clit.
“Oh, God.” I forget to breathe, his tongue swirling around the outline of my pussy before diving inside, licking up my slit, sending sparks through my bones. Again, I have to remind myself to breathe, lolling my head back and side to side, my body climbing as Alexius’ velvet tongue licks, his lips enclosing my sensitive nub, sucking, sending sparks of electricity up my core.
I glance down at him, biting my lip as I watch him. I want to see his mouth fuck my pussy. I want to see my cum slick on his lips and around his mouth. “Fuck,” I curse breathlessly.
Mesmerized, I keep my eyes on him, his tongue teasing at my entrance, then licking up my soaked sex. He pulls away and stares up at me, the darkness and shadows dancing across his blue eyes. “Look down. Look at them.”
I do as he says, glancing around the room. So many masked faces, some staring up at us, the others staring at the couple on the table. Lust and twisted desires fill the space like thick smoke. Everyone here has come with a need to have a fantasy fulfilled, and watching us is part of that fantasy. Watching the woman on the table getting tongued is part of that fantasy. Pussies are wet, and cocks are hard because everyone in this room loves watching.
“Mmm,” he groans against my sensitive flesh, working his tongue faster. “My pretty little slut.”
It’s like four magic words, catapulting me toward a pleasure meant only for sinners.
My hips start to move as he eats my pussy with greedy licks, and I throw my head back, my hair hanging down and over the railing. I can’t hold it back. I can’t stop it. The sensation is too much. The tension in the room is too much. It’s everywhere, coating my skin and filling my lungs with every breath.