Page 134 of A Dark Duet

“I can’t believe he had this built for you. This is amazing, Brie,” she says, looking at the built-in California closet with ultra-high-end modern touches. “He is crazy about you, you know that, right?”

I nod. “Do you think I’m dreaming?” I ask.

Tears pool in Giselle’s eyes because she knows I’m afraid to be disappointed. “No, Brie, you are living a dream. A dream you deserve.”

We both stand watching ourselves in the reflection of the gigantic mirror Jaden had installed so I could look at myself when I dress from all angles. I could literally walk in like I’m on a runway to watch myself and how I would look when walking inside this closet. Turning to the side and looking at the back side of the dress to make sure I’m not revealing more than what I’m willing to let anyone see, I sigh in relief that the dress fits me perfectly. Giselle is wearing a short minidress in red with gold heels and she looks stunning.

“Come on. We both look hot as fuck.”

When we make our way to the living area with our heels clicking against the pristine white marble floors, both Nate and Jaden stop mid-sentence when they spot us approaching. My eyes find Jaden and he is openly staring at me from head to toe, his gaze his caressing every inch of my outfit.

“Does it look okay?” I say, worried.

Jaden clears his throat and looks to Nate as he closes the distance to stand close. He slides his strong hand around my waist. “You look gorgeous,” he says in a husky voice.

I smile, relieved that I’m dressed ok and that he thinks I look beautiful.

Nate and Giselle murmur something to each other. Jaden slides his fingers through mine as we make our way outside to Jaden’s Zenvo and Nate’s Lamborghini. We each head out to the Las Vegas Strip to an exclusive club that they reserved for us.

When we arrive, there are photographers and people in line waiting to get inside. We can hear the screams of Nate and Jaden’s fans as they shout Nate and Jaden’s cage names, The Destroyer and The Reaper.

Giselle and I give each other knowing glances as we were prepared, knowing that fans would go haywire when they saw us pull up in flashy cars with pro-MMA celebrity fighters to an exclusive club with a long line of people waiting to be allowed inside.

When we are seated in the club in the VIP section, we toast and drink. Giselle and I dance and let loose for a couple of hours in the club. After a my third drink and break from dancing, Jaden gets close and whispers in my ear to follow him upstairs to a secluded room.

When we arrive, there is a chair that looks like a throne. I look at him with my brows raised.

“Sit,” he demands.

I sit in the chair and when I look around, I see that the room is empty except for the chair and a table with cuffs, a blindfold, and a single feather. He moves to slide curtains that expose a tinted glass window to the club. My eyes widen and he grins.

“You can see them, but they cannot see you. I want you.”

My eyes widen. “Right now? But Giselle and Nate.”

“They are in another room,” he quips.

I bite my bottom lip and watch as he grabs the blindfold. “Do you trust me?”

I swallow and look up into his eyes and shake my head. “Y-yes.”

“Don’t be nervous. I need you to trust me, remember?”

“Okay. I trust you.”

He places the blindfold around my eyes, enveloping me in darkness. I wince because the darkness reminds me of the night terrors but I remind myself that Jaden is here and people are outside the room.

“I want to be your light in the darkness. When you see the darkness, I want you to remember that I’m here and nothing will happen to you. I want to fuck you with the blindfold on because when you think of the dark, I want you to remember how I made you feel. How my cock fucks that tight cunt I love so much.”

My head tilts up and I can’t see but I can hear him and smell his cologne to know it is him. My legs in my tiny dress open and I squirm in the chair. My breathing becomes frantic when he places my arms and legs in cuffs with the chain tethered. He blows air between my heated core and my pussy begins to leak its arousal. My nipples strain against the soft white fabric and I moan.

The intake of his breath tells me he likes what he sees. “I want you to be a naughty girl with me, Briana. I want you to tell me how you want me to pleasure you.”

“Okay,” I say breathlessly. I’m so fucking turned on my pussy is straining against my thin panties. I can feel my clit pulsing and aching. “I want you to slide your tongue on my pussy and see how wet I am for you.”

“Fuck, you are so sexy,” he says against the skin of my thighs. The feeling of something soft that tickles slides up between my thighs toward my pussy and I writhe. The cuff and chain stretch with a clanking sound as I open my legs wide to feel the soft touch that I now realize is the feather.

“Please,” I plead.

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