Page 68 of Twisted Truths

The man on stage pulls the woman’s mouth off of him and makes her stand at the end of the bed with her hands on one of the end boards, bent over so she’s exposed to us. Then he drops to his knees behind her and brings his face between her legs.

My nipples grow taut, and I resist the urge to tug on them. I imagine what that woman on stage is feeling, knowing how amazing it is when Obsidian does that to me. When she moans, I clamp my thighs together and quickly glance around the room. People have already begun having their own fun, while others silently watch.

I reach beside me and rub Obsidian’s hard cock through his tuxedo pants. A small groan leaves my lips, imagining the weight of him in my hand, my mouth, and my pussy. He leans back and lets me feel him, his eyes hooded with lust.

The man on the stage continues his assault until the woman is writhing, pushing back onto his face, and comes on a loud cry. Satisfaction gleams in his gaze when he stands and walks over to a small dresser, then pulls out something. I realize it’s lube when he squirts some down the crack of her ass and rubs it along his long, thick shaft. He pushes one of her ass cheeks to the side, then slowly guides his cock into her ass with the other.

My insides clench. I’ve never done that, but it’s something I wouldn’t mind trying with Obsidian. I squeeze his dick harder.

His fingers manipulate his belt and lower his zipper, pulling out his straining cock. “Come here. I want to fuck your cunt while we watch.”

He drags me onto his lap, guiding me to face the stage so that my back is to his front. It feels so good to finally have his hands on me, even if it is only my arms. He releases me too soon, but then I realize he’s working his way through the skirts of my dress, making it so my core is exposed to his cock, and I relax.

The moment his bare cock brushes against my folds, a long and satisfying moan slips free. The tip of his dick pierces my opening as he lines it up with my entrance. His one hand lands on my hip, his fingers flexed on my waist, lowering me to sink down.

His hot breath hits my ear when he whispers, “Now get yourself off however you want to.”

I move and look up to find another man has joined the couple on stage. He’s naked too, and he stands in front of the woman between her and the footboard. She takes his erection in hand and brings it to her mouth.

I rock up and down on Obsidian’s dick, and when I look over my shoulder, I see that he’s watching the show onstage as well. His hands move to my hips, and he squeezes, but he stretches his fingers open as if he’s trying to stop himself from taking control.

The feeling of him stretching me is divine, and I melt into a steady rhythm while the people on stage continue, seemingly unaware of the audience. Looking around, I see a woman down a few rows from us on her knees in front of a man, and on the level below us, I see two women kissing and fondling each other.

My lust ignites to a level I didn’t expect, and I speed up my pace as my breasts grow heavy. Obsidian’s hands come to my waist, unable to stop himself, and he forcefully slams me down on his lap several times. He’s so deep that it borders on painful, but it turns me on.

There’s something erotic as hell about getting fucked so publicly. Everyone knows what we’re doing, but no one can see anything other than Obsidian dressed in his tux with me in my dress on his lap.

One of his hands snakes under the layers of fabric of my dress, and his fingers find my swollen and needy clit. I suck in a breath—it feels as if all the air has been stolen from my lungs. My body draws tight, and my walls contract around him as he stretches me and delves in and out.

I gasp at the look of rapture on the face of the man getting the blowjob, and when the woman cries out and convulses as she comes, I come too, slamming down on Obsidian’s lap and holding myself, gyrating my hips until his cock swells and jerks inside me. He comes so hard, his hand on my waist squeezes painfully.

He nuzzles his head into my neck from behind. “Fuck, woman. I’m never gonna get enough of you.”

I wind my arm around his head, into the hair at the back of his head. “I know what you mean.”

And that’s what scares me the most. The words us and forever will never belong in the same sentence.

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

OBSIDIAN

The day after our second Ritual Room visit, I surprise Ariana by whisking her away on my private plane to my home in the Bahamas.

I’ve always liked having money, sure, but since she came into my life, I’ve appreciated it on a different level. I want to give her everything. I’ve traveled quite a bit for Voss Enterprises, and I’ve traveled for pleasure, but now I want to travel with someone. I want to show her everywhere around the world she’s never had the opportunity to go. I want to make love to her on every continent, in every hemisphere, in every time zone. Nothing is too good for my good girl.

“So, what do you think?” I ask as we step onto the balcony that overlooks the crystal-blue water and white sand beach.

“Obsidian, this is so beautiful. This is your home?”

I nod, wrapping my arm around Ariana’s waist and pulling her into my side. “Yeah, I don’t get here often. But we can change that if you want.” I look down at her and swear I see a flash of sadness cross her face. I frown. “What’s wrong?”

She shakes her head. “Nothing. You are absolutely perfect.”

I give her a quick kiss, but it turns into something more before I force myself to pull away. “We should stop. The chef will be here shortly to make us dinner. Figured we could eat with this view tonight. Then tomorrow, I have a surprise.”

She grins, her blue eyes lighting up. “I like surprises.”

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