Page 41 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

“Yes.” I play with the pearls covering her little pearl.

“I think that might be bad for business.” She gasps as I pinch her clit.

“I don’t give two shits about business right now. Or that fucking two-hump chump you’re about to service.” I sink my middle finger deeply into her pussy. “I care about this”—I pump my hand, causing her to clench tightly around my finger—“being all mine.”

“Jett.” Her voice pitches as she drops her head, caught in an ambush of ecstasy.

“Mmm, say it again.” I strum her clit with my thumb as I finger her.

“Jett,” she sighs submissively.

I could fuck her right here, right now, but a quickie wouldn’t sate me. Not when it comes to London. Not when I want to draw out every single moment and savor every sexy, stimulating second.

“Promise me it’s mine. Promise me it’s all mine tonight.” I steal an orgasm, forcing her to come on my hand. After two months, I know her body better than she does. I know just how to manipulate it, tease it, and thrill it. I know exactly how to achieve my desired results.

“It’s all yours!” she declares as she jerks fitfully in my grasp. Good little robin.

“Don’t ever forget it,” I hiss, as I suck her sweet juice from my saturated fingers.

“I expect you in my room tonight. Bring a friend.” I bite her earlobe before releasing her, leaving her panting against the wall.

I adjust my pounding cock as I walk down the hallway. It’s the most satisfying torment, knowing what’s to come but forced to wait.

I make myself comfortable at Kayne’s office desk, open the wall to the monitors, and surf around until I find London. She’s with a client, Marcus. A young hotshot compared to some of the men who frequent this house. It’s not cheap to be a member of Mansion, and many of the “businessmen” dabble in hefty and highly illegal white-collar transactions on the side. It’s sort of perfect how Kayne and I have them by the balls in more ways than one. I watch pensively as London tends to her high-class john. Resting my elbows on the armrests and steepling my fingers in front of my lips, my heart hammers and so does my arousal as they get right down to business. No foreplay, no wasted time. Just lips around an impatient cock.

Fucking adolescent. He has no idea how to really handle a woman like that. All he knows is she sucks a phenomenal dick and can ride him into oblivion, which she’s done several times this month. A small flare of annoyance—okay, jealousy—flickers. Not because London is with another man. No, she can fuck every client on my list. What bugs me is the comment Marcus made the other night.“She’s one worth pursuing.”Yes, he was here only three days ago. In the very same position he’s in now, having his mind blown.

Ever since I placed London on elite status, her schedule has been filled with only selective men. It’s an extra ten thousand dollars to experience her on top of the yearly membership fee. And Marcus has dropped sixty thousand this month alone.

London unleashes all her feminine wiles, reducing Marcus to a puddle of goo. And all I can think about is how right he is—Londonisone worth pursuing. Too bad Marcus won’t ever get his chance. I won’t allow it. He may have her now, in this brief moment. He may whisper niceties and promise her beautiful things, but he can never give her what I can. He can’t reach into her mind and touch the place she guards so well. Guards with her life. But I penetrate it even if she doesn’t realize it yet. Or doesn’t want to recognize it. My little bird has secrets, that’s perfectly clear, but beneath those secrets is a passionate, mysterious, shadowy woman. A woman who’s just as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. A woman who’s smart, and sexy, and funny, and fucks like a porn star. What man wouldn’t want that? Want her?

Well, this man is no fucking idiot. He knows what he has, or at the very least what he wants, and will stop at nothing to keep his obsession close.

He’ll lie, he’ll cheat, he’ll deceive as long as he gets to keep the woman of his fantasies right by his side.

I wait for London in the dim light of my room after I watched all I could stand of her and Marcus. The show was good, but I’m ready for the real thing. I’m ready for flesh and blood and a harmonizing of incessant hunger.

I’m ready to feel her.

The door creaks open and in slip London and Jenna. No surprise there. Those two have become thick as thieves. Sugar and Spice and everything nice. When these two get together, that statement is never truer.

Together, they slither through the shadows and make themselves comfortable on the bed, laying on their stomachs across the mattress, facing in my direction.

“We’re here,” London purrs, still adorned in strands of pearls. “Whatever shall you do with us?”

“I have a few ideas.” A salacious smile spreads across my face. This isn’t the first time the three of us have played. “I want to watch.”

That’s all I need to say. They know exactly what I want and know I’ll be displeased if I have to wait.

And no one wants that.

With a salacious look of her own, London turns her head, planting her lips square on the sandy blonde. I instantly respond, my body temperature rising rapidly. The two engage in a red-hot embrace, tongues brushing and mouths parting. It’s a good warm-up, because I plan to have my cock buried so deep down London’s throat it’ll feel like an oral workout.

I stroke myself, seated in the plushy accent chair as I watch the two wild women put on a performance. Just the way I like.

They shift to their knees, providing an unobstructed view of their lean bodies, their roaming hands and exploring mouths. I feed right into their enjoyment, physically reacting to the pornographic show. My balls ache as I slowly jerk myself off, prolonging the need as long as I can. But those two women are seductive, and they know it. Eyeing me as they lick each other’s nipples and stroke their own clits, tempting me with their horny sighs and keening squeals.

Jenna attempts to remove London’s pearl thong, and that’s when it’s time to interject.

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