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she summoned confidence she didn’t have and shut down the part of her brain that screamed in ecstasy from his finger play.
“I’m having fun, thank you,” she managed in an even voice. If Nero and his harem suspected the shenanigans under the table, neither gave a clue. Sweet torture... sweet Jehovah… this man was finding spots within her she didn’t know existed. With his finger! Stroking her, milking her, making her thighs quake. She dropped a hand from the table and dug her fingers into the leather cushion. He sipped his whiskey as her ass cheeks went through a series of clenches and releases before her body nearly separated her soul from a tidal wave of pleasure breaking over her.
“Well, you enjoy the night. Sir will see to it.” Nero backed off. Just in time. Her eyes closed and her hand gripped his wrist as she neared her climax.
“Don’t fight it. Let it come,” he said.
Her hand loosened. Her thighs parted wider, and her head rolled back as the finger fuck took on more than she planned to give. She couldn’t breathe. Again she’d forgotten how to. Her stomach muscles pulled upward hard, and she arched her back from the bench seat. Destini’s knee went up, bumping the table. She gasped. Her eyes opened to see two others looking their way. She prayed for the shadows, hoped they didn’t see what he was doing but didn’t care. She relished the push of the climax and her essence flowed. And did it flow. The wondrous release shot down her back then spread out, shocking her womb and melting her from the inside. Destini crashed. Her head dropped forward, her shoulders shaking through the wonderful orgasmic release. Every part of her shuddered and her teeth chattered. She lost it. She lost every reserved part of her as she spiraled down.
“Now you’re ready, and it didn’t take a kiss to get you there,” he whispered.
She couldn’t think.
The pleasure was too fast, too swift, and too strong. It rushed her brain and rendered her deaf, dumb, and mute. She wasn’t aware until she slid out of the booth that he was taking her, literally holding her to him. He aided in her ability to stand and walk at his side. She moved with him but she felt almost mentally transported somewhere else. Part of her remained in the booth, shaking through the best, forbidden orgasm of her life.
Dazed, she blinked and focused, his hand rubbing her hip then cupping her ass. With her own juices sticky between her thighs, she spotted the stairs. Dark and mysterious, the stairs that led somewhere made her pulse rate quicken with trepidation. She forgot the script. The game. Yes, the game. She was to play the game… play it well… she’d forgotten. But it was too late to turn back now. Too late to reconsider.
He led her up toward where she assumed privacy awaited. To the unknown. She went willingly.
Six
The hallway was lit by candlelight.
Destini sobered.
Who wouldn’t in that moment? In the moment where it all changed for better or worse, Destini Sanders would be no more. It stilled her. The door slowly closed, giving a shift in the air, a coolness that added to her chill. Her eyes lowered. Destini rubbed her arms for warmth.
He was behind her. Watching. The feeling of his touch earlier lingered between her legs. He opened a door in her that she wasn’t sure she wanted to close. She didn’t dare turn to address it. One thing at a time. Before she dealt with him or folded, she had to decide. Was it Destini or Rain tonight? Possibly a little bit of both? The vanilla scent of the candles and melting wax engulfed her senses. How long had these candles been burning? They stood with long wicks on five-foot tall candelabrums made of black iron. Each––and there were many––seemed to blink and sway all at once, making the shadows shift. Again, dark walls surrounded her, black as night. In fact, they were so black that they seemed to vastly extend the space around her. And so were the floors—the floors that
“I’m having fun, thank you,” she managed in an even voice. If Nero and his harem suspected the shenanigans under the table, neither gave a clue. Sweet torture... sweet Jehovah… this man was finding spots within her she didn’t know existed. With his finger! Stroking her, milking her, making her thighs quake. She dropped a hand from the table and dug her fingers into the leather cushion. He sipped his whiskey as her ass cheeks went through a series of clenches and releases before her body nearly separated her soul from a tidal wave of pleasure breaking over her.
“Well, you enjoy the night. Sir will see to it.” Nero backed off. Just in time. Her eyes closed and her hand gripped his wrist as she neared her climax.
“Don’t fight it. Let it come,” he said.
Her hand loosened. Her thighs parted wider, and her head rolled back as the finger fuck took on more than she planned to give. She couldn’t breathe. Again she’d forgotten how to. Her stomach muscles pulled upward hard, and she arched her back from the bench seat. Destini’s knee went up, bumping the table. She gasped. Her eyes opened to see two others looking their way. She prayed for the shadows, hoped they didn’t see what he was doing but didn’t care. She relished the push of the climax and her essence flowed. And did it flow. The wondrous release shot down her back then spread out, shocking her womb and melting her from the inside. Destini crashed. Her head dropped forward, her shoulders shaking through the wonderful orgasmic release. Every part of her shuddered and her teeth chattered. She lost it. She lost every reserved part of her as she spiraled down.
“Now you’re ready, and it didn’t take a kiss to get you there,” he whispered.
She couldn’t think.
The pleasure was too fast, too swift, and too strong. It rushed her brain and rendered her deaf, dumb, and mute. She wasn’t aware until she slid out of the booth that he was taking her, literally holding her to him. He aided in her ability to stand and walk at his side. She moved with him but she felt almost mentally transported somewhere else. Part of her remained in the booth, shaking through the best, forbidden orgasm of her life.
Dazed, she blinked and focused, his hand rubbing her hip then cupping her ass. With her own juices sticky between her thighs, she spotted the stairs. Dark and mysterious, the stairs that led somewhere made her pulse rate quicken with trepidation. She forgot the script. The game. Yes, the game. She was to play the game… play it well… she’d forgotten. But it was too late to turn back now. Too late to reconsider.
He led her up toward where she assumed privacy awaited. To the unknown. She went willingly.
Six
The hallway was lit by candlelight.
Destini sobered.
Who wouldn’t in that moment? In the moment where it all changed for better or worse, Destini Sanders would be no more. It stilled her. The door slowly closed, giving a shift in the air, a coolness that added to her chill. Her eyes lowered. Destini rubbed her arms for warmth.
He was behind her. Watching. The feeling of his touch earlier lingered between her legs. He opened a door in her that she wasn’t sure she wanted to close. She didn’t dare turn to address it. One thing at a time. Before she dealt with him or folded, she had to decide. Was it Destini or Rain tonight? Possibly a little bit of both? The vanilla scent of the candles and melting wax engulfed her senses. How long had these candles been burning? They stood with long wicks on five-foot tall candelabrums made of black iron. Each––and there were many––seemed to blink and sway all at once, making the shadows shift. Again, dark walls surrounded her, black as night. In fact, they were so black that they seemed to vastly extend the space around her. And so were the floors—the floors that
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