Page 55 of Midnight Whispers

I chuckle. “More than you’d think.”

By the time I’m done explaining it, we’ve arrived at the basement door. The same one I found her sleepwalking to.

I pull the skeleton key from my pocket and insert it into the lock. “Last chance to back out.”

Cinder’s hand runs down my back to my ass, which she squeezes. “Not a chance.”

My dick twitches in my pants. God, this woman.

I turn the key and swing open the door. It’s time. Finally.

Chapter

Twenty-Three

CINDER

The large wooden door swings open to reveal a set of stairs carved out of stone and leading into darkness. Old sconces flicker on the wall, casting shadows.

I swallow. I wasn’t lying when I told Nero that I have no reservations, but looking down into the blanket of darkness, my stomach turns over. Not because I’m unsure, but because I want this to go well. When we leave here tonight, I want him to have no doubt that I’m the right choice.

He takes my hand, and we slowly make our way down the steps. The number of stairs make it feel as if we’re descending into the bowels of the earth. When we’re at the bottom, we find ourselves at the end of a long hallway with doors on each side. Sensual music plays, thrumming through my body as we make our way down the hall.

“My brothers and I each have our own private rooms, and the others you can think of as theme rooms,” Nero says.

As we approach the end of the hallway, murmurings can be heard over the music. Nero grips my hand tighter as though he can feel my anticipation growing and wants to ease my worry. I’ve performed enough that I’m not nervous to be in front of everyone in that sense—I don’t have stage fright. But I feel like the first time I stepped on stage. I know what to expect now and the jitters have vanished, but tonight I’m on edge only from not knowing how it all goes down.

When we reach the end of the hallway, we enter a cavernous room filled with people wearing masks. As Nero said, they’re all different colors, and everyone is also dressed in theme for tonight’s event.

The crowd parts as if we’re someone of importance. Never in my life have I felt that way. We make our way through them, and when we reach the other side, I see a dais. It’s empty except for a large black chair with intricate gold detailing making it look like a throne in the center.

Nero holds my hand as he helps me up the stairs onto the dais and follows. Reaching for my hips, he turns me so I face the crowd as he stands behind me. I take in all the faces, the familiar lust filling their eyes through their masks and their slackened jaws from when I perform at T&T’s. As it always does, a surge of confidence and power fills me.

Without saying a word to me, Nero palms my breasts, running his thumb over the thin cotton over my nipples. My eyes drift closed as my nipples peak. I’m panting, and when he cups the weight of my heavy breasts in his hands, a small moan slips from my lips.

He continues to fondle me, playing, tweaking, brushing my nipples just enough to drive me crazy and make me want more, until another man steps on stage with us. The man in a black mask comes to stand in front of me, and his hazel eyes roam over my body from top to bottom and back again.

“Oh, she’s a sweet little thing, Nero. You were right,” he says.

One of Nero’s hands moves up from my breasts to wrap around my neck, and he speaks directly into my ear. “Carlos is going to suck your tits while I get you off with my fingers. It’s a little warm-up for what’s to come. Would you like that?”

I nod enthusiastically, my breath coming in raspy waves.

Carlos smiles, one corner of his lips lifting more than the other.

“Pull up her dress for me, Carlos,” Nero says.

Carlos bends down and does what he says, pulling my skirt to my waist. I’m not wearing any underwear, and Nero’s fingers immediately slip between my legs, finding my swollen clit. My ass arches out to grind against Nero’s hard length between us.

Nero continues his ministrations while Carlos tugs down the elastic at the top of my shirt so that my breasts are bared for the crowd.

“Fuck, what gorgeous tits.” Carlos palms them and tweaks my nipples.

My breath comes faster when he wraps his mouth around my nipple, sucking softly before the suction grows harder. Nero continues to own my pussy with his fingers, dipping them lower and collecting my arousal before bringing them back to my clit.

Carlos tugs on my nipple with his teeth, and all three of us watch as he pulls away from me. Eventually his mouth pops off my breast, and it jiggles.

Nero groans behind me and thrusts his hips into me to feel how much this is turning him on. That matched with his fingers and Carlos concentrating on my other breast is taking me to the edge fast. No way I’m going to last long.

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