Page 11 of Eden's Deliverance

I can hear every one of them—all the women being fucked the way I’m about to be. Their screams and moans of pleasure dig into my brain, painting a picture-perfect vision of what’s going on in the privacy of their own rooms.

He takes us all the way to the end of the hall where the Pearl rooms are. Each door has a small sign indicating the room number and designated gem, as well as an occupancy marker for privacy. They’re all vacant though, so we rush into the first one we come across.

I guess it makes sense; this is a kink club. I didn’t get a full scan of the other attendants, but I didn’t notice anyone else wearing a Pearl mask, so we may very well be the only ones.

Then, the panic sets in.

I know I can do this. I didn’t put on this slut suit and liquor myself up for nothing. I’m here, I found someone, and he’s looking at me like he wants this as much as I do.

I can do this.

But what if I can’t…even though I want to?

I don’t know if he can read my face, but he doesn’t allow me the time to host an internal freakout. Before I even have time to survey the room we’re in, he grabs me behind the neck and sinks his mouth onto mine.

The taste of bourbon on his tongue burns, but when it mixes with the cranberry juice on mine, our kiss becomes an exploding cocktail of ecstasy. I want to drown in it.

Ineedmore—but I also need to breathe.

He lets me break away from the embrace long enough to lean back and get a good look at him in this new light. Obviously, it’s hard to catalog everything because of his mask and the dark lighting of the room, but the features Icansee are impeccable.

His soft, golden-brown hair sits on the top of his head in short curls, with a faded cut down the sides behind his ears. His nose and jaw are so perfectly sculpted, they look like they could have been plucked right from a modeling magazine.

My hands act with a mind of their own and reach up to trace his hairline, following the path behind his ears and towards his neck. I can feel him tense beneath my fingertips, but at least he’s letting me touch him this time.

“Like what you see, darling?” he teases. He’s astonishingly attractive and not at all shy about showing it off. That must be nice; to be so confident in your appearance that it’s just expected for people to gawk in awe. “You seem nervous. Is it your first time?”

I shouldn’t be shy—especially after that sexual showdown on the dance floor—but I can’t seem to get any words out, only offering him a wary nod.

He touches my waist again, slowly fluttering his hands over the boning of my corset. I wonder what that might feel like on my bare skin, and what it’ll be like to be touched and appreciated by a man who knows what a woman wants.

He could also be another amateur fondler, but I don’t get that impression. No. He knows how to handle a woman properly, even if he is cocky about it.

“Let me take care of everything then, hm? Have you picked your safe word?” he asks.

I’m having immense difficulty convincing my vocal cords to spit out a sound, but I know I need to—at least for this. The way he’s fucking me with his eyes isn’t doing anything to help, though.

“Oklahoma,” I answer timidly.

I can tell he doesn’t mean to, but out comes this uncontrollable bark of laughter that has me giggling right back. “Sorry, I’m not judging. Can I just ask where that came from?”

I respond honestly, no matter how stupid it sounds. “I heard it in a joke once. Something about how funny it would sound if your mouth was full of—”Idiot. Why would you say that? You could have picked anything else.“But yeah. That’s it, I just thought it was funny.”

He gives me a kind smile, thankfully not turned off by my crudeness. I mean, how could you be that sensitive in a place like this, anyway? It’s a good joke.

His fingers trail up the column of my throat before spreading to wrap around my whole neck. He’s testing the span of his hand across it, and I get the sense he’s deciding whether to grab me or not.

“Oklahoma, it is,” he whispers. “I’m going to fuck you now.” It’s said without ceremony—matter-of-factly.

I don’t know how else to respond except with one word. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeats. His forefinger gives a little spin in the air to signal for me to turn around, and I obey thoughtlessly.

He begins unlacing the corset, and with every inch of released pressure on my torso, I let out little sighs of relief. I can hear him humming in approval, sending hot puffs of breath straight to the shell of my ear. Fuck, this guy really knows what he’s doing to me. I’m not even naked and he’s got me eating out of the palm of his hand from these eargasms alone.

With a roughness I’m not expecting, he yanks the corset from my body, catching me when I trip into him. His hands are anything but gentle now, squeezing and grabbing at any pound of flesh he can wrap his fingers around.

“Wait, wait, wait…” I grab his wrists and restrain his hands when they reach for the button on my pants, drawing a breathy growl from his throat. “Don’t you have a safe word, too?”

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