Page 25 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.” I pull on the drawstring.

“Why all this?” She glances down at her made-up self.

I smirk conspiratorially. “Because”—I pull out a large silver object—“I love seduction. And enhancing the experience. I appreciate a beautiful woman, bound in leather. Draped in pearls. Sparkling like a diamond.” I press the tip of the metal butt plug to her lips and delicately trace the curves. “Do you know what this is?”

“I think so,” London replies softly.

“Good.” I slip the spade-shaped plug into her mouth. “Suck.” The metal disappears as she encloses her lips obediently around the object, and I instantly get hard. I turn her so she’s facing the vanity and press my body flush against hers. Leaning forward slightly, she plants her hands on the countertop as she sucks away on the plug all while I run my hands along her covetous curves. As my fingers skim over the netted crystals and flashes of hot skin, my nervous system responds. My blood pumps harder, my heart beats faster, and my breathing accelerates. When I reach the baby soft lips of her pussy, my fingers twitch, and when I push two inside and feel the velvety warmth of her flesh, I know there’s no turning back. I dig my face into the curve of her neck, reveling in her smell and the feel of her muscles clamped around my first and middle fingers. I look up into the mirror with just my eyes and watch her every reaction. The way her cheeks hollow around the plug, her neck elongates, and her fingernails dig into the vanity top. The bright recessed lighting highlights the flush of her skin and the pointed tips of her nipples. I suck on her collar and pump my hand until fluid saturates my fingers. We never break eye contact as I prime her, smearing the arousal now dripping from her pussy up into the tight little hole of her ass. I hold onto one of her hips securely as I painstakingly penetrate the taut ring of muscle. Ever so slowly sliding my index finger in inch by tiny inch, watching her reaction the whole time. The tiny black jewel of the butt plug constantly flickers in the light as her body acclimates to my intrusive probing. When I’m satisfied I’ve teased her enough, I anchor one arm around her waist and go to town, opening and stretching that little hole until my fingers scissor easily against the muscle. I’m fascinated by the fact only faint moans vibrate from her throat. Any other woman would be writhing and mewling by now, but not London. She just keeps her sharp stare on me and absorbs whatever I have to give. Which is mild in comparison to what’s to come.

With her body stretched to my satisfaction, I reach for the plug. I pull it from her mouth with a pop before nudging the tip into the crack of her ass. I watch mesmerized as the silver point disappears easily into the hot pink puckered ring. My need is in overdrive. If Kayne wasn’t waiting in my room, it would be over for us right here, right now. I’d fuck her against this vanity so hard we’d break the glass. I’m positive of it, but I keep my composure, remembering he needs the release just as much as I do. Maybe more.

Once the thick plug is halfway in and sturdy enough to stay on its own, I grab both of London’s hips and use my throbbing cock to literally hammer the extra-large plug the rest of the way in. Three firm thrusts and it’s wedged in deep. Her back is arched and her hair dangling as I hold her in place, forcing her body to accept the imposition. She needs to be ready. Kayne doesn’t like to wait. He’s a go-for-the-kill kind of guy. Come hard, come fast, come dirty, and then get lost. It’s hot to watch, but hellish for the women sometimes. I’m going to try to spare London as much as I can, but something tells me she can match even the likes of Kayne.

She trembles slightly in my grasp before she composes herself. The look in her eyes is fierce. As if she’s telling me tobring it.

And I am, red robin.I am.

With heavy breaths, I take her by the leash and lead her out of the room. If we weren’t in such a hurry, I’d make her crawl, but I’ll save all that for another night. The image of her sexed up and kneeling at my feet has my arousal soaring into the atmosphere.

Once we reach the door to my room, I force her to face me. I drink in her features as I skim the back of my index finger down her cheek. “You’re going to be a very good girl and do everything I say?”

“Yes, Jett,” she automatically replies. I silently groan. Those words sung in her mesmerizing voice almost havemedropping to my knees.

“Good, girl.” I lean into her. “I’m going to make that beautiful mouth scream so many obscene things. And we’re both going to love it,” I whisper. “We’re both going to want so much more.” That’s my true secret desire. For her to be a slave to me. To be with other men, but want only me. To yearn, to crave, to hunger for what only I can give.

“We’ll see.” Her tone is playful, but her eyes, her eyes are hollow.

Her response stirs something inside me. Something high-handed and domineering. I suddenly need to prove myself. Prove that what I say I mean.

“I promise no one will ever touch you like me.” It’s a threat. A straight up warning that once we move beyond this door, she may never leave my room again.

I yank on her leash and crush my mouth against hers. Our jaws stretch as I command the kiss. My first taste of her lips, and it’s like licking cotton candy straight from the solidifying source. A potent shot of sugar straight into my bloodstream.

I press her up against the door, unable to pull myself away. Everything about her is intoxicating, elicit. She evokes something in me I can’t define. Or control or fight.

“Inside,” I growl, unable to withstand it another second. She turns the knob, and we practically fall through the doorway. I keep us both on our feet but just barely. Once inside, I scan the room to find Kayne lurking in the corner. Which isn’t surprising. The man loves to lurk. It’s how he keeps the upper hand. I see you before you see me type of thing. It’s his defense mechanism from a shitty upbringing and a myriad of emotional issues.

“Kayne, this is London. Our new girl. Or Sugar, as she’s known on the floor,” I attempt a swift introduction. He stalks forward out of the shadows. The large room is dim. Only faint moonlight and the glow from the single lamp offers any illumination. The space is minimalist. A large iron bed with white bedding and a steel frame is the focal point of the room.

Kayne doesn’t respond as he slinks toward us. He just eyes up London’s mostly naked body like a predator sizing up his prey. She stiffens next to me as his broad body and menacing scowl come into view. Little does she know, he’s more scared of her than she is of him.

“You like?” I jingle her leash, enticing him.

“The package is pretty,” Kayne extends impassively.

“She’s so much more than just a pretty package.” I smile slyly. “She’s the real deal.”

Simultaneously, Kayne cocks a skeptical eyebrow as London slides her eyes over to me.

When will everyone learn? I know all and see all. You might as well call me the great and powerful Oz.

One day, they’ll both see what I see. But until then, why not buy time with a little bit of dirty fun.

“Go lay on the bed,” I instruct London without looking at her. I keep my focus on Kayne. “Show us what’s between those long sexy legs.”

Without a hint of hesitation, London saunters across the room, like she was built solely for seduction. She climbs onto the bed, her movements reflecting in the mirrored wall as she settles on her back and spreads her legs as wide as her hips will allow. Kayne’s attention slowly moves from me to the temptation on the mattress.

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