Page 48 of Kings of Desire
The blonde woman pushed her partner’s pants down along with his boxers, revealing a very aroused part of him. No need to mention that rivers of embarrassment that ran down on me as I watched her getting the length of his erection to disappear between her lips, with slow lustful moves, revealing him from time to time then only to lose him deeper the next second.
It was completely erotic and their game seemed to be having its effects on me. I no longer wanted to look away but was curious about what was about to happen next.
Wish granted, I guess, since only after a couple of moves, his finger wrapped themselves between the styled long locks of her hair, pulling her up, on top of the table.
With expert hands, he made her corset disappear into thin air, revealing a surged to magnificence pair of voluptuous breasts.
Maybe as a result of womanly jealousy that I had no idea about, but my mind couldn’t help but compare them with my own. Sure, I had volume...too much in my opinion, but the chiseled to perfection plus she brought along was worrying me.
Completely unable to understand why or how the thought of Brax also comparing me to her was forming an unsettling knot in my stomach, and in the end, why wouldn’t he, when I was already doing it myself?
Suddenly, I didn’t feel so comfortable anymore, and the need to leave this place was pressing down on me. That was until Brax’s palms snuck beneath my dress, pinning themselves to cup my breasts while the man on the stage seemed to be doing the exact same gestures. It was strangely arousing to feel his hands prowling on my body while the shock I initially imagined of having, was turning into decadent pleasure.
The strap of my bra fell, revealing the roundness of my chest, extracting at the same time a deep growl out of my torturer, but also instilling panic into me.
‘They can’t see us,’ he whispered, probably sensing my anxiety, moving even more quickly over my breasts, while silently playing my silvery tips between his fingers.
My gaze returned to the stage where the beautiful woman was now laying on the holstered table, and the man was just making room between her legs. She was as eager as he was earlier, smiling as he removed the last piece of material that covered her.
Pressing her legs even harder to part, he dragged two of his fingers over the length of her center, causing her eyes to roll in primary pleasure. Her body arched instinctively as the tip of his tongue fell to follow the path of his fingers with long thorough moves, extracting moan after moan.
I swallowed the knot in my throat, wondering how that could feel on my body. What supreme pleasure could a gesture like that really bring me?
As if reading my mind, Brax’s hands rolled over my hips then down to the hems of my dress, raising it just enough so you could see my panty line.
You know that saying: be careful what you wish for because it may come true. Apparently, I wasn’t careful enough since my mobster’s fingers were already testing the edge of my panties, moving the material against my folds and raising a tantalizing fluttery sensation within me.
‘What are you doing?’ I shuddered, overwhelmed by everything that was happening to me...and all around me.
‘I’m not going to spoil my prize if that’s what you’re worried about... Just play with it a little.’ So heated and so soulless, ignoring the anxiety in my voice, his fingers slipped underneath the material, gliding over my folds. ‘Good girl,’ he spoke again, enjoying the damp signs of my arousal.
I hated that expression. It was demeaning, and he perfectly knew that. Even the intonation of his voice when he said it, was making me be aware he knew that! It was like congratulating a dog on a trick well played. Words that were empowering him to be the master.
I fought it at first, unwilling to give him this kind of control over me, but move after move, my body began betraying every conscious thought that I may have ever had.
I looked at the stage again where the couple had turned another page and the man buried himself deep within his mate, moving so intensely that it seemed the table would break under his weight. Her face seemed to express a certain anguish, beautiful, bonding anguish and not the one that comes from pain, while the tiny drops of sweat rolling off their bodies were shining under the spotlights, heightening every emotion that they were transmitting.
I wondered if they were really lovers, or maybe just paid actors to perform on stage, but the lustful sparkle in their eyes and the united lips while slamming into one another were leading me to believe that they were more than playing a part.
And unfortunately, also in my case, it was more than playing a part…
I closed my eyes as my hips seemed to have a life of their own, arching in ecstasy with every one of his moves, making his smothered groans match my increasingly loud moans.
Covering my mouth with my palms, I realized it was refusing to obey me as a tension so violent was building within me. Yet Brax didn’t seem to agree, taking my hands away and replacing them with his lips.
The coldness turned to fire again as those damn fingers danced against the swollen nub that was turning me into a prisoner of desire, while his tongue was probing against mine with a tidal wave of ultimate eros.
Taking a last look at the glass window, I was fighting to still follow Brax’s command, but in reality, it seemed impossible to do so. Their movement was hypnotic, yet it faded with the devastating combination that wastorturingmy body.
I watched her squirm with ecstasy while tears not of pain or happiness, but supreme satisfaction were glittering in her eyes, and I couldn’t help but sense the same shuddering sensation taking control of my mid-waist.
As if feeling my oncoming devastation, his fingers began grinding on my soft skin faster and faster while his hand squeezing on my breast was approaching a thin line between pleasure and pain. His groans were not silenced anymore but fell down my throat with each one of the gestures that were bringing my ecstasy. I no longer had control and heaven met hell as the most violent storm took custody of my body. I was trembling as all muscles spasmed uselessly trying to find the ground beneath my feet, convinced that I couldn’t withstand this sensation for long.
‘Brax,’ I pleaded with him to stop since his touch was raising a panic alert in my system. He didn’t care, just kissed me harder, with the passion he kept buried so deep within him, moving his fingers over and over again against the source of my beautiful agony.
It was game over in seconds, as I curled into a ball, crashing on his chest, giving him exactly what he wanted. I was surrendering to him.
‘Good girl,’ his teeth stopped to graze my bottom lip into a final kiss. He just had to ruin the moment trying to establish a dominance he already won a long time ago. Yet it wasn’t enough to get a reaction out of me. I was melted into his arms while his lazy fingers twisted on a lock of my hair. It felt good, maybe almost normal, but the lights coming back to shine into our room brought a crushing reality back together.
