Page 23 of Forbidden Sins

“This is our playroom,” Gabe offered. “People can meet up and get down however they like.”

“Like what?”

His voice turned serious, as it did whenever he discussed the club’s features and offerings. “As long as everyone is safe and consenting, the possibilities are endless,” he finished with a wink.

Ellie let go of his hand, walked away from him and drifted toward a scene where a woman, who Gabe recognized as one of the city’s most powerful CEOs, was on all fours on a cushioned platform in the center of a circle of men. He came up behind Ellie as she watched for a while. He put his hands on her shoulders, sliding them down her smooth arms, and she leaned against him.

Soon she moved away, and he knew that as it was her first time in the playroom, she was trying to see everything. They walked to another scene across the room, where eight people cavorted in a small orgy. One woman held out her hand to Ellie; he could see the interest in her smile as she approached. The woman kissed her, and Gabe watched with growing interest as Ellie kissed her back. Gabe wanted Ellie to himself, but if he had to share her with this woman, then hell, that was a sacrifice he would gladly make. But Ellie backed away from the woman. “Thanks for the invitation,” Gabe heard her say. “But I should go.”

“Come back anytime, and bring the guy,” the woman replied, blowing kisses at them both. They looked around, and watched a few scenes. Gabe was already rock hard, and felt as tightly wound as a spring. He enjoyed showing Ellie what Di Terrestres had to offer, but if he didn’t have her soon, he might burst.

“What’s behind that door?” she asked, pointing to a heavy wooden door.

“The dungeon,” he responded.

She raised an eyebrow in question, but said nothing.

“It’s not really my scene, but it’s where the BDSM enthusiasts hang out. Do you want to see?”

She nodded.

Gabe took her hand, and pulled open the door. It was a typical night. A man was shackled to an X-shaped St. Andrew’s cross, as a woman struck him with a wooden cane. Against another wall, a woman was bent over, and a man paddled, then soothed her reddened ass. It wasn’t his thing, but the dungeon was one of their most popular features, and who was he to put down another person’s kink?

“Wow,” Ellie said in a whisper.

“This is what Di Terrestres is all about,” he told her, as they ended up in the main room. “People can come here, and enjoy whatever gets them off.” He walked her to a leather chaise.

“And what gets you off, Gabe?”

Ellie knew when she asked the question that there was no way she was leaving Di Terrestres without having Gabe again. “I think you like control.”

He took her hand, and laid it on his dick. She squeezed him and she felt the vibration of his body run through him. “Turn around,” he told her, his voice low. She didn’t move for several beats, not used to being told what to do. But she decided that she should let Gabe boss her around for a while. She dropped her purse to the floor, and did as he’d instructed her. “Bend over and grab the back of the couch.”

Maybe she wasn’t comfortable with him taking complete control. “Gabe, wait,” she said.

That got his attention, and he righted and took a step back. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I guess I’m not used to being such a passive participant.”

“You won’t be passive. But if you don’t want to do this, we can just leave, and go our separate ways, and only connect at work.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere.”

“Are you sure? Do you want to be here?”

“I do.”

“And you’re okay?”

“Yes,” she vowed.

He put his lips to her ear. His breath tickled her. “Then bend over, grab the fucking couch and don’t let go.”

She would have done literally anything Gabe said at that moment. So she did what he told her. She bent at the waist, and gripped the leather couch. The movement pushed her ass against Gabe’s cock. He stood behind her for several moments. Completely still, silent but for his jagged breath as he inhaled. He dropped to his knees behind her, pushed his hands under her dress, and hooked his fingers underneath her panties and lowered them to the floor. With his fingers on her inner thighs, he spread her legs and leaned close. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he murmured against her skin. She could feel his breath on her bare lips as he breathed over her. She gasped when she felt his tongue drag across her seam. With his mouth still on her, he moaned appreciatively, and the hum pulsed through her.

As Gabe feasted on her, Ellie righted herself, standing straight, turning to watch him, forgetting his instructions, and everything else but the way he made her feel. But he soon corrected her when his palm smacked heavily against her ass. The crack reverberated throughout the room, over the noise of the other occupants.

“Grab it,” he told her. His demand sent another shiver down her spine, and she obliged him. He wrapped his large hands against the tops of her thighs, pulling her to him, and holding her in place, as he went back to work. Ellie could barely breathe as his tongue, lips and teeth worked in tandem, driving her crazy. Soon Ellie was panting, shamelessly pushing against his face as his greedy mouth ate from her, his moans of satisfaction somehow matching her own of desperation.

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