Page 75 of A Dark Duet

“What?” I whisper.

“Your darkness. It feeds mine and I see it in your eyes. It wreaks havoc with my own.”

“What he is saying is crazy, but I understand him. This is not about love or meeting someone new or about the past. It’s about the present and how you can feed your demons so that it can spare you from them taking you down under.”

This man scares me because where I want to be free of it, he wants to stay in it. He wants to play while his soul is broken into a million pieces, lost in his own darkness. He wants me to respond to him while giving him his carnal release. This is a preview of what I’m signing up for. A glimpse of how far this will go, and he is giving me the option to walk out of it tonight. The only problem with getting up and walking out and telling this man to go fuck himself is what the hell am I going to do to pay for the remaining balance of my degree and clinical hours at the center. Take another VIP in another room? What if he is nasty and worse than Ethan? Then I would have to take another until I could support myself dancing on the main floor, taking different men in the back. I involuntarily shudder at the thought.

“Are you okay? Are you cold, beautiful?”

My mind wanders back, and I realize I have stopped moving, but when I look down, his cock is painfully hard and then my eyes meet his dark orbs.

“No,” I say breathlessly, biting my lip and I continue to move again. His hands snake up my back in a tender caress.

Biologically my body responds to the nerve endings under my skin that have my nipples hard as twin peaks. He notices my body’s reaction and he grins, moving his left hand between my thighs, he touches the most intimate part of me with his thumb rubbing his precum over my clit. Arching my back, my hands find the side of his face and he nuzzles his face on my breasts as I ride the outside of his shaft.

“That’s right, beautiful. I want you to milk my cock and let my cum drip over that sweet pink pussy.” God help me, I mewl at his words. Moving at a faster pace, I find a rhythm that causes him to groan and me to moan.

He takes my nipple in his mouth, and he softly bites and nibbles my velvet skin, causing my pussy to drip, coating his shaft and the noise of my rubbing echoes in the room. It’s different than anything I have experienced. It’s need and no emotion. No regrets. A simple transaction between two adults with a dark past. I moan and he holds me so the contact between his cock and my pussy is tight and wet even if he is not inside me.

“I’m going to come, my dark angel. If you don’t come, I’m going to make sure you do.”

His brow furrows and a hiss escapes his lips as he comes hard. Hot cum spurts all over my stomach, pussy, and his pants. A deep groan comes from his throat when he looks down at the mess he made. He pushes me back slightly and runs the head of his cock up and down my clit, smearing his hot cum all over the outside of the fishnets covering my pussy. “I’ve made a mess, princess,” he says, lifting me so he can stand.

My legs wrap around his waist as he lays me down on the chaise. He is between my legs, hovering over me with his semi-hard cock near my slit. He rips the hole at the crotch of my fishnet tights wider so he can brush the head of his cock full of cum all over my pussy, mixing my arousal with his cum.

Raising myself, resting on my elbows, I watch until he looks up and smirks, dropping to his knees and ripping my tights so he can lick my pussy. He places my legs over his shoulders, and I try to not hurt his back with my platform heels while he laps my pussy.

“You taste so good, beautiful,” he says against my lower lips. “If you tell me to stop. I will. Okay?”

“Okay,” I say, a moan escaping my lips.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

He smiles and slides his tongue inside my pussy and fucks me with his tongue relentlessly. He sucks and swirls his tongue, and my body responds flooding his mouth. Three years of not having a man pleasure me builds inside of me like a quaking inferno. I’m panting and moaning, lying on my back as Ethan pleasures me, making me come so hard.

I moan and when he senses I’m coming in his mouth, my pussy walls clench around his tongue, he swallows every drop like an animal that has been kept from drinking water.

His head rises from between my legs, and he glances at me with triumph, licking his lips. My legs carefully slide off his shoulders, shaking. He bends and finds my panties, cleaning both of us the best he can. He hands me my robe to cover myself. When he makes himself presentable, he slides two fingers over my cheeks.

“I will be in touch,” he says and walks out of the room.

Briana

The next day as promised, a courier drops off a package that contains an emerald-green crepe Valentino minidress with a dangerousVcupping my bare breasts with gold matching Valentino pumps. It is summer and the warm Las Vegas heat still lingers in the air caused by squelching hot summer days. The dress will ensure I will not be hot but leaves little to the imagination.

Ethan loves to dress me in daring outfits that accentuate my figure to the maximum ability without leaving me completely naked when he meets with me at the club. This is the first and only public outing that he has required me to attend. I agreed to accompany him when he outlined it in the terms of the contract.

I decide that I can’t turn Ethan down because I signed an agreement with him but after tonight, whatever happens, it is the last time I will see Ethan under these circumstances outside the club. He has paid everything up to this point, from my past loans to my current semester. I will just have to figure out the last portion. Being Ethan’s toy is not something I am proud of, and I am just tired of doing something I don’t feel comfortable with. This is one of them. I’m going to treat this last night with Ethan like a one-time thing. Like a date with no strings attached.

Glancing at myself in the mirror, I have to say the dress is gorgeous and hugs my curves flawlessly. I applied makeup with a smoky eye and a shiny nude lip to finish off the look. He didn’t say where he was taking me, but I can imagine it is somewhere where there will be pictures and paparazzi. I imagine Ethan has a purpose and my purpose is to look pretty on his arm. My guess is to calm the rumor mill that he has been depressed and unstable since his wife’s passing because he doesn’t socialize or interact publicly. When I looked him up before I signed the contract agreeing to his terms, I found women across the world have claimed he has fathered their children, slept with them multiple times, or that he turned into an addict because of his depression. In his line of work, investors do not like investing or conducting business with an unstable individual.

A knock sounds through my front door, my instinct is to grab the bat but my phone pings with a message from Ethan.

Ethan: My driver is at the door to pick you up.

Me: Ok.

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