Page 17 of Carnal Desire
THREE WEEKS LATER
Currently, I’m squirming like I have to piss, my skin is flush, and I want to be fucked within an inch of my life. Brian, my new Dom, has decided he wants to have playtime even though we both have prior engagements, and we aren’t doing video chat tonight like we normally do.
Amazingly, he’s able to control the vibrator inside me that he insisted I wear today, from wherever he is. Which is exhilarating, but also debilitating in a good way because right now, I’m having a one-sided conversation with someone at Laila’s dinner party barely able to concentrate because Brian is keeping the vibration on low but steady. It’s a constant delicious torture but a distracting one as well.
I laugh when I think I’m supposed to. Nod when I feel it’s appropriate, so it seems like I’m involved in the conversation. However, I have no idea what the hell this man is talking about but he’s interesting enough to keep my mind off the delicious feeling assaulting my entire being. He’s been talking for the last twenty minutes, and I checked out of the conversation during the first five minutes.
It’s rude not to pay attention when someone’s talking to you, but I can’t help it. I’m on the verge of coming and I don’t think Laila would appreciate it if I had a full-blown orgasm in front of her guests.
“I’m sorry, could you please excuse me,” I say, not even giving him a chance to respond as I walk away like my ass is on fire while he’s in the middle of discussing geopolitical policies or some shit.
“Cadence are you are alright?” Laila asks, as she intercepts me on my way to somewhere private. “You look a little flush.”
She pulls me to the corner of the room away from the crowd. She’s one of my closest friends and had the idea for me to try Carnal Desire, so of course, I’ve told her I’ve met someone who has agreed to be my Dominant. But I haven’t told her anything beyond that. And I definitely haven’t told her the things he makes me do like having a vibrator inside me while having dinner with an ass load of people I’ve never met.
“Carson can be a little overbearing at times but he’s harmless,” she continues.
“Who?” I ask wiping away the beads of sweat from my brow.
I have no idea who Carson is, and he isn’t my concern at the moment. I’m on the verge of falling over the edge and would prefer to do it in private.
“Fuck,” I moan, gripping her arm when the gentle vibration switches to a steady pulse.
Her eyes widen.
“Oh…. Are you?” A wide smile stretches across her face. “You are!” she whisper yells.
“Laila, I need somewhere private,” I murmur when he switches it back to a gentle vibration. “Or everyone in this room is going to hear me. Please,” I plead.
She laughs as I let out another moan. This toy is wonderful but definitely not something he should use on me in public.
“Oh, he’s good.” She grabs my hand and pulls me out of the corner of the room. “You can use one of the guest rooms.”
I frantically nod as she leads me through a maze of people who want to stop her to talk but she politely waves them off, then ushers me down the hallway of the first floor of her home.
“Oh God,” I mumble, causing Laila to laugh louder.
“So, I take it, this is your Dom’s doing?” she asks, and I nod. “I’m glad to see things are looking up for you.”
I’m so focused on not having an orgasm in front of my friend I hadn’t even notice we stopped walking.
“Hey, Brian,” Laila says. “I can’t talk right now but Elijah is around here somewhere. It’s good to see you.”
My attention moves to the man standing in front of us and my eyes widen then immediately fall to the floor. We’ve never met in person but there’s no way I wouldn’t recognize the man who has made me come virtually every night for two weeks. The man who is getting me back to the person I want to be.
“Cadence?” he calls my name, and my breath catches in my throat.
That voice does so much to me in the privacy of my home and now experiencing it in person is ten times more electric.
“Oh!” Laila says. “You know each other?”
I feel Laila’s eyes on me, but I remain silent and keep my eyes lowered to the floor because that’s what I’m supposed to do.
“You can look at me, Angel,” he says, giving me his permission.
My gaze lands on his and it’s like I’ve been pulled into an alternate reality. I have never wanted another man with this amount of intensity I’m feeling at the moment. It almost floors me the amount of desire and eagerness reflected in his gaze.
“Ohhhh….” Laila says when it dawns on her who Brian is to me. “I’m just going to get out of your hair. You can use the room at the end of the hall.”
