Page 97 of Darkness

I sit in the booth next to Cain and he continues to kiss my neck. “You promised me some pole dancing.”

I smile looking at the pole in the middle of our table. “I did. But I don't think you want me stripping tonight.”

“And why do you think that is?”

“Because under this dress I'm not wearing anything.” Now I know pole dancing involves taking clothes off, but I don’t think being naked was what Cain thought.

“Fucking love you, Mrs. Cain.”

“Not as much as I love you, Mr. Cain.”

A waitress walks in and places a glass of wine for me and whiskey for Cain, then puts the wine bottle on the side table. Taking a sip of my wine, I lean closer to Cain, giving him a kiss.

“Did you come up-” I stop when Cain places his finger on my lip.

“Once, I came here once, then I only came here for work. Enjoy your night.”

“You know I like it when you call me Mrs Cain.” I kiss him again and I feel his lips curl into a smile.

Without a word Cain leans back in his seat as Hazel and another woman get onto the table and start spinning around the one strip pole. I watch them kissing, touching and undressing each other.

No wonder people want to be on this sixth floor. It’s like a sex paradise.

I'm wet, my nipples are hard, and all I want is for Cain to touch me, but all he does is lean back and look at me as I watch these two beautiful goddesses do their work.

Hazel gets down on her knees on the table and just stares at me while the other continues to dance. I break eye contact fora moment while I glance around the rest of the floor. There's a group of six people having sex in one room, which is completely open. Everyone can see it, people are walking in and out of the room, There’s a proper orgy happening over there. You have another one that's in a room which is half blocked and half open, inside there’s a group fucking each other. There's just so much going on in here.

Hazel gets on her knees inches closer to me, her first finger moving over my lips, and I open my mouth for her, and Cain whispers. “Suck it.”

I suck her finger and then all of a sudden, she's off the table, and on top of me.

She looks over at Cain for a split second, and he gives her a nod. AsI'm wondering what that nod means, I feel her other hand cupping my pussy, my soaked pussy. Hazel licks my neck, rubbing her fingers slowly over my clit, and I can feel the orgasm building and Cain whispering in my ear. “You don't come for anyone else, my English Rose. You only come for me. Build it up, and I promise to give you the best ride you’ve ever had.”

How am I meant to keep building this up? It's absolutely crazy and I don’t know if I can. Hazel continues to rub up and down my clit with her palm, changing between her finger and palms, kissing my neck and I look up at the other woman who's now completely stripped naked. My nipples are hard enough to cut glass right now, the moans coming out of my mouth are making Cain smile as he kisses me. Our tongues, dancing as Hazel continues touching my pussy.

“Oh my god,” I moan against Cain’s lips.

Hazel gets off my lap and gets back onto the table and starts dancing with the woman who's now holding a feather. Oh, I can already see this going very wrong, but so very right at the same time.

She sits on the table, her legs wide open, so I get to see every part of her body.

God. Their faces are beautiful. Their bodies are beautiful, and even her pussy is stunning.

I turn to Cain, who has not looked at them once. His eyes have been locked onto me this whole time, and I can see in his pants that looking at me being aroused by these two women has got him as hard as anything. The woman brings a feather to one of my nipples and slides it gently, which makes me kind of bring out my chest for her to do it more, and she smiles,

“Oh, Mrs. Cain, I think you're enjoying this.” Enjoying it? This is a bloody thrill.

I love it. Turning to Cain I say, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mrs. Cain.” I smile at his words, I never want him to stop calling it me.

I feel the feather moving down my stomach slowly, and the tip of it tickles my clit. “Oh, shit,” I moan.

“Keep it locked in, my sweet little rose.” I hear Cain and I can hear the humor in his tone.

I want to punch him. Oh God, I want to come so bad.

Cain smiles as the woman continues to move the feather up and down my pussy, then moving it up and down my body, making me break out in goosebumps. I can feel the tingling in my body, ready for me to explode any second. And in that second, they both stop what they’re doing and I see Cain giving them a nod and they both leave.

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