Page 74 of A Dark Duet

“I wasn’t planning on doing any of those things, so we are good—”

I interrupt him, “One more thing.”

“I’m listening.”

“No kissing on the mouth.”

“Why?” he asks.

“It’s too, personal.” He nods and hands me the folder with an NDA to sign.

“One month is all I ask and if you feel uncomfortable, all you have to do is tell me to stop and I will stop. I will draw up everything we discussed in writing for you to sign. I will request one appearance outside of this club.”

“Okay. Anything else?”

“Yes, there is one more thing I want clarified.”

“Okay.”

His voice is rough as he says, “I will not fuck your cunt with my cock, but I will stick my cock in your mouth, and I will return the favor by fucking your cunt with my tongue. No fake orgasms. I want you to physically come, preferably in my mouth. I want to know how you taste and I want to see your beautiful face come undone because of me.”

Glancing at his unreadable expression, he says the words I never expected to hear. What I expected was more along the lines of how I am going to pleasure him and what he wants me to do. I let out a breath slowly. My heart is racing at how forward he is describing what he wants to do to me and how he expects me to act. At least he won’t fuck me in the true sense, and I don’t have to take any more VIP guests as he is the only one and it’s only for a month, I tell myself silently. He won’t request anything else besides what is agreed upon. So, I make my decision.

“Okay.”

He smiles, motioning me over with his finger. I rise up from the chair and walk over to stand between his legs. When I glance down at him, my face is devoid of any emotion. The numbness begins to claim me. His fingers slide the robe off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet.

“Kneel,” he demands.

Carefully kneeling between his legs, I steady myself by placing my hands on his hard thighs over his trousers, careful to not bend my ankle sliding each heel under me. His eyes travel to where I’m touching him, and his eyes darken with desire. This man is in love with his dead wife, so he says, but his expression right now is filled with so much lust. He palms my breasts, removing the pasties carefully. And I let him.

This man screams control as much as I silently scream, not wanting him to touch me. But it is the only way I can secure my future. It is my ultimate sacrifice.

Once he gently removes the sticky pasties, my nipples are erect. Not because I’m aroused but because of the temperature of the room. My body involuntarily shivers and he notices. A normal man would offer his coat or make an attempt to make sure a woman finds warmth. Not this man. I’m not his girlfriend or a fling. I’m his toy. Bought and paid for in a transaction for one month.

His response is to dip his head and take my nipple inside his mouth and suck. My body jolts at the suddenness of his action. My fingers instinctively find his hair, running through his silky black strands. Not in pleasure but to control his assault on my breasts. His tongue swirls and sucks on one and then the other is met with a deep groan coming from his throat.

When he has his fill, he moves to stand, causing me to fall back on my heels. I tilt my head up, watching his hard erection tenting his pants. He removes the buttons of his crisp white dress shirt, and my eyes widen at the smooth expanse of chiseled muscle when he removes his shirt, placing it on the chaise. His body is covered in tattoos like he belongs in a gang, but I know he belongs in the Mafia. He has a particular mark on his inner wrist I recognize. Jaden has the same tattoo, but Jaden’s has more lines than the one on Ethan’s inner wrist. I don’t know what it means but I do know they must know each other. This man knows Jaden and he must know Nate. He walks over, undoing his belt and my expression must have sheer panic written all over it.

“Relax, I just want to feel you close to my skin when you straddle my lap.”

He occupies the chair I vacated and I’m nervous. I haven’t touched a man since the one I gave my heart to, the one that shattered me three years ago. He let me go and wanted no part in my life, nor did he want me in his. I close my eyes and listen to his instruction, and it is at this very moment I know I am definitely broken. My soul is dark, trapped in my body. A haunting echo that is a beautiful cry in silence.

Briana

“Take off your panties, everything except your heels and tights,” he demands.

I do as he asks and slide them off my thighs slowly as his gaze follows the movement of my fingers. Standing naked except for the black fishnet tights and platform heels, his eyes are fixated on my hairless pussy. His hand fists his cock from tip to shaft, with precum glistening from the tip.

“Sit on my thighs.”

I release a breath I did not realize I was holding and brace my hands on his shoulders. I carefully sit on his lap with his hard erection standing erect like a steel rod between us. His hands grip my thighs, sliding slowly to my ass. His mouth tenderly places kisses on my chest.

“See how hard I am for you, beautiful? I want you to slide as close as you can so your pretty pink cunt can rub on the shaft of my dick.”

Staying silent, I comply, opening my legs wide enough so that my clit rubs on his length. When I get close, the movement allows the glow of the lights in the room with red carpet to shine on his impressive length. There is no denying that Ethan Carter has a very impressive cock and is a very handsome man but I’m just a human toy to meet his needs.

When I move my hips in a circular motion with my hands on his bare muscled chest, he lets out a hiss when the slit of my pussy opens slightly. His pulsating cock feels my sensitive nub as I continue to stroke his shaft. His hand slides into the blonde strands of my hair near my scalp, pulling me closer to his lips so he can whisper in my ear. “You are a very beautiful and sexy woman. Do you know what I love the most about you?”

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