Page 140 of Pandora's Pleasure

“Good girl,” he whispered at my compliance.

I continued to watch the couple, the way the man’s lips parted as his breathing became ragged, his long lashes fluttering, body tense.

I made a note of what the woman did to send him into a silent frenzy, the way her tongue ran around the head of his cock, flickering at his frenulum, the way she took him deep into her mouth and at the same time held his stare.

His thighs opened wider and his head fell back against the chair as he sunk into the seat, resigning himself to her actions.

I wondered how she’d found this place and come to be here. Her heavy-lidded eyes were aflame with desire as she swapped erotic glances with her master. She looked up at him with awe…and how could she not with his dazzling control?

Damien’s fingers dipped beneath my panties and found my clit. My face flushed wildly beneath my mask at this hidden act—yet I wouldn’t have wanted to experience this any other way. He flicked and teased my sex, easing its desperate ache for attention. Though all these people couldn’t see his actions, knowing he was doing this with them so close was exhilarating.

“Taking notes?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I managed.

Between my thighs came that familiar rising of sensations that were close to stealing my breath away, lulling me, revving me into a state of wonder. Damien’s fingers continued relentlessly, unceasing.

The man in the tuxedo at the center of this erotic play flicked his fingers in an order.

The woman sat up and raised her chin, preparing for what came next. He rose to his feet with his right hand stroking his shaft as he positioned himself over her.

Entranced by their wanton glances and moans of lust, soft sighs escaped my lips as the scene played out. My sex was soaked with arousal, my pussy tingling more with each passing moment.

The mysterious man became rigid, letting out a groan that caught in his throat, his hips rocking as he stroked his cock from base to tip with a steady rhythm. He came hard, glistening streams arching and then showering upon her breasts.

With her head up, her hands massaged the creaminess over her tits, seemingly swooning as his warmth bathed her in spurting jerks. She tweaked her nipples as she raised her focus obediently to meet his.

Wanting it all.

Grateful.

A perfect submissive, her brazen sexuality a remarkable gift to treasure.

Would I ever act so wantonly in front of so many? I wasn’t sure, but I knew that being here was the greatest privilege.

Damien’s fingers continued to adore me during these drawn-out minutes in the only way a Godman could—with a scorching passion that left my sex throbbing.

Even when he pulled his hand away leaving me sated, I couldn’t stop wanting his touch.

Finally, he’d given methis.

My focus returned to the center of the room as the man sat back down as though waiting for something else to occur.

“Out,” he ordered.

The pretty brunette hurried from the room like a scorned child, turning to glance back at me through that half-mask with a smirk before exiting. It was then I noticed a familiar birthmark on her upper lip.A brunette Marilyn Monroe.

Damien pulled me into a hug, and I sank against his body, his warmth enveloping me. His strong arms wrapped around me possessively as though he felt proud that we’d shared another first together.

I didn’t want to leave this place. There was so much more to see and to experience. He’d given me permission to explore my sexuality and I adored him for it. My body was still wracked with arousal, shuddering through the images branded into my mind of that beautiful woman who’d rushed out of the room all too quickly.

“Did you like that?” Damien asked huskily.

I gave a nod, cursed by this need to be fucked again and soon.

“I thought that might be something you’d like.” Damien reached for the sherry glass and offered it to me.

“You don’t think I’ve had too much to drink?”