Page 66 of Seal My Fate

And then therealparty begins.

The performers move in unison to the center of the vast dance floor, moving and weaving in a hypnotic pattern to the pulsing music. They shed clothing, stripping each other naked, revealing bodies painted with more neon and UV paint that glows under the lights, like animal markings, as they fan out into the crowd, bringing the guests into their seductive dance.

All around us, people begin to move with a new, sensual abandon; moving off in pairs and groups, shedding clothing and their inhibitions, as if the stroke of midnight cast some kind of spell, and released people from the polite confines of their everyday lives.

It’s intoxicating.

I watch, breathless, as the spotlights swoop, illuminating flashes of debauchery at every turn. A couple dancing a fevered tango in the middle of the dance floor, slowly stripping each other’s clothing away… The man already on his knees in a corner, lavishing his attention between the thighs of two naked women kissing above him… The woman splayed on the bar; eager hands unbuttoning her dress until she’s laying there naked, pouring liquor onto her naked breasts for strangers’ mouths to lick from her skin…

I shiver with desire, my blood running hotter with every filthy, tempting image. I can’t look away. The tequila-soaked woman is just a few feet away from us, and as I watch them taste and play with her breasts, another man climbs onto the bar, and crawls between her thighs. He peels her panties away, and buries his face against her pussy, licking her hungrily, making her moan and arch in pleasure, right there in front of us.

Oh God.

I feel a shudder of lust, transfixed. I can see his mouth moving against her; hear the filthy sound of her wetness, and the way she whimpers for more.

“Getting jealous?” Saint’s chuckle comes, low in my ear.

I flush, already too hot. “Maybe…

He smiles against me. “I love watching you watch them…” he murmurs, hands roaming over my silk-clad skin. “Seeing the way your breathing gets shallow… These sweet nipples getting stiff… I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you, darling? Watching her come undone with his tongue in her cunt.”

He’s right.

I moan, sinking back into his hands as Saint slowly, teasingly palms my breasts, squeezing softly. My thighs clench, just imagining how it would feel to be touched like that. Lavished with attention, right there under all these lights…

Saint turns me to face him, his eyes glittering darkly behind his mask. “So, what are you in the mood for tonight, darling? Say the word, and it’s yours.”

My mind reels with possibilities.

“Let’s explore,” I decide, taking his hand. “And you tell me, if you’re feelinginspired.”

We slowly circulate the party, taking in the debauchery at every turn. I want to surprise Saint, too; to pleasurehim, so I keep a curious watch for where his gaze lands. The pile of naked bodies, writhing… The teasing strip show underway… Then we follow one of the neon painted trails away from the main party, and into a smaller room, and I know we’ve found it.

Saint’s eyes flash. His grip on my hand tightens.

Jackpot.

It’s another bare industrial space, this one with a raised bed in the middle of the room. There are low couches and tables scattered around it, with people lounging, kissing,watchingthe trio on display. Two men, with a woman between them. She’s on her hands and knees, dress hiked up, sucking one of them off while the other fucks her from behind. But it’s not cheap and frenzied, like a porn scene would be; no, this seems slow and languid. Even sensual. The men run their hands over her body, drawing moans and gasps of pleasure as she teases the cock in her mouth. The man behind her slowly sinks his cock into her, pleasure clear on his masked face as he finds a leisurely pace, savoring every thrust.

And so does she.

That’s what’s most hypnotic about the scene in front of us; what makes my breath turn shallow and my body tighten with desire. It’s the illicit, desperate sound of her—gasping, moaning, whimpering as she grinds back on his cock, trying to take him deeper. But the men tease her, keeping her pinned there between them, softly caressing her back and breasts until she’s shaking, begging for more.

“Please…” Her whimpers of pleasure echo in the hush of the room. “Please…”

God.

My own body is shivering, as if I’m the one being tormented by their soft caresses. And when Saint slides his hands over my breasts and stomach, I can’t help but moan.

He pulls us over to one of the benches, sitting so that we’re facing them, with me perched in his lap.

“Look at her…” he mutters, breath hot on my neck. “Look at how well she’s taking them. Two thick cocks, baby, is that what you need tonight? Filling you all the way up?”

I whimper, my head falling back against his shoulder as Saint finds my nipples, and pinches through my dress. The burst of sensation makes me gasp.Makes me wetter.

“Or maybe it’s the spotlight you crave…” he muses, as in front of us, the men pick up their pace, moving faster now. Pistoning deeper into her mouth and cunt. Making her body shake and moan with every thrust, as we all look on.Watching. “So you can show everyone how much you need me. How you beg so nicely for my cock.”

I gasp as Saint slides one hand between my trembling legs. I part them eagerly, and he teases at the hem of my skirt, fingertips barely brushing the tops of my thighs. He’s already hard against me, the thick outline of his erection pressing into my ass. “Is that what you dream about, darling?” he demands stroking me through my dress. “Being naked. On display. The whole world watching you be such a good girl for me, taking this dick any way I choose.”

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