Page 40 of Allure
“No phones past this point.” One of the men Orchard Tree employed to keep things on the up and up spoke to Colton.
He smiled, already knowing the rules they had in place. and had no qualms about handing it over. The news alert he received about a fire in Industrial City made him smile wide when it came through on his phone. He didn’t think Joel had it in him but was pleasantly surprised to see things moving along nicely. Maybe Joel wasn’t as weak as he originally thought.
“I remember. Just making sure to turn it off.” He handed the guy the phone, knowing where it would be once the night was over, and accepted the yellow ticket he would need later to retrieve it.
He made his way through Orchard, moving quickly. The drive up here was long, and he knew it was going to take him a minute to find who he was looking for. He tried to keep a listen out for any conversation that would clue him in to where he needed to be for the rest of the night, but his mind wandered to the fire currently happening in Industrial City. His early excitement waning a fraction, hoping Joel followed his instructions to the letter. It would be too easy to get caught, and while the whole point was to create suspicion, that suspicion needed to stay away from them.
“Let’s check out Allure. I think they said Asli Jones was doing a performance.” A woman in a gold mask spoke to her friend wearing an all-black mask. Colton directed his attention toward the two women, slowing his stride to make sure he didn’t miss anything of importance. Where Asli was, Marco was sure to be.
In all the time Colton had been coming to Orchard, any night Marco accompanied Asli here, the two were never far apart. It stood to reason that if he wanted to find Marco and Joel’s darling wife, he needed to head toward the Allure room.
“I heard Marco’s here too.” The woman in the gold giggled. “Such a shame he doesn’t play, though, I heard he was seen with someone on his arm.”
Bingo.
Colton’s pace quickened, not wanting to miss what was surely going to be a performance. He turned the corner, silently cursing this place for being as massive as it was, and hit one of the back stairs, climbing them two at a time. He hit the second floor and quickly opened the door only to run into a woman wearing a cat-like mask.
“Where’s the fire?” she laughed, using his arms to steady herself.
“Is everything okay here?” An Orchard Tree employee poked his head in, ready to diffuse a situation if there was one. Colton had to give Orchard Tree its props, for how massive it was, it was almost impossible to get away with anything nefarious…almost.
“We’re good. I was just blinded by this one’s beauty.” He winked down at her.
She snorted. “That wasn’t as smooth as you think it was.” She turned toward the Orchard Tree employee. “We’re good.” When she turned back toward him, he almost wished he had time to entertain her. “I guess since you’re in a rush, I might see you around later?”
She posed it as a hopeful question, and Colton felt a need to not deny her. Something about her seemed familiar the longer she stared up at him with her cat-like mask. The feeling of wanting to watch something break under his touch came back full force. He could already see her with one of his collars wrapped tightly around her neck. Her tears would be so pretty streaming down her face as he made her beg.
He brought his hand under her chin, tilting her head back, wishing they were alone, somewhere quiet where he could inhale her screams. Her fear would taste divine; he could see it in the way her eyes widened when he touched her and how easily her body leaned into his.
“You’re a sweet little thing, aren’t you?” he whispered as he continued to stare into her eyes.
“Not really,” she smirked, and he finally realized who he had in front of him. What a lovely gift this was—one he could no doubt use to his advantage.
“I’m sure that’s not true.” In the right hands, all kittens purred. “A cat-like mask for a pretty kitten.” He hummed low in his throat, already feeling his cock stir at the prospect before him. “If we’re lucky, maybe we’ll see each other later.”
And you’ll become the perfect pawn.
Syra couldn’t breathe. Her body was taut—a rubber band pulled to its max with fear of snapping, breaking. She watched mesmerized as Asli touched Layla’s body with an expertise that left her a little envious. She wanted it to be her on the table with Marco sitting in front of her—watching her, turning her on further without having to touch her with his hands.
Marco wanted her to touch herself to show him and Asli—the room even—how turned on she was. But she sat almost frozen in her seat, unable to move—unable to even blink—afraid if she did she’d miss something with Asli and Layla. Marco’s grip was firm on her wrist, but he wouldn’t dare guide her hand where she desperately wanted it to go. She knew he was waiting for her okay, for the green light to take this—whatever was brewing between them—past that line in the sand she drew. If they were going to go down this road, it would be because she wanted it and not because he coaxed her into it.
“Asli is talented with his hands, no?” Marco murmured against her skin. His knuckles still caressed the side of her neck, and she arched into his touch. Her body seeking him out the way a flower seeks the sun—a lost traveler seeking the stars to guide them home.
“Do you remember how well he fucked that woman’s mouth six months ago? How easily she took him in her throat while we watched?” His voice grew rougher—proof he wasn’t as unaffected by everything going on around them as he would like to appear, and that heightened her arousal.
There was nothing sexier to her than an unhinged Marco.
His usually calm and cool demeanor unraveling so beautifully, he let go of his control and let his baser needs take over. It always worked out for her in the end.
Syra watched as Asli wrapped his hands in Layla’s wild curls and reared her head back, putting her body in an angle that gave her an incredible arch in her back. Monica hopped back up on the table, her own legs spread before Asli released Layla. It took them only a minute to get the position smoothed out, but Syra could see the exact moment Layla’s tongue hit its mark when Monica let out a contented sigh.
Both women groaned and from where Syra sat she could see one of Asli’s hands disappearing underneath Layla’s body.
Was he touching her intimately again?
Was he teasing her pussy, letting her wetness coat his hands while she teased Monica in the same manner?
They were a beautiful trio. All soft skin, sensual tension flowing from Asli through Layla to Monica. They moved in a continuous motion as if they were all one person instead of three individuals, and yet they all felt different to her. The way they each managed to move the room with their bodies—their sounds. It felt like they all could have been solo on the massage table—each person a focal point for someone in the room just as easily as they were as a group.
