Page 31 of Ravage (Dark Desires #1)

LOOKS LIKE A RATHER PAINFUL SITUATION

CAM

When I pull up out the front of Dark Desires on Saturday afternoon, a weird feeling of anticipation settles in my belly. I have no idea why, though.

I haven't been back to this place since the club night, but I feel like I know this place well after all my conversations with Imogen about her job.

She's still hesitant to tell me too much, due to the high-profile clients they have, but she's told me enough about the people that work here that I feel like I know them already.

Connell lets me inside, and I raise an eyebrow.

"Are you ever not here? And why is the head of security the one on the door?"

He rolls his eyes. "Well, I live here, so yeah, I'm pretty much always here.

And I'm not working. I just happened to be the one walking past the door when you rang the doorbell.

One of the guards is downstairs when there are clients onsite, but other than the guys at the gate, we don't have someone on the door all the time. "

This surprises me, and I'm sure my concern is written all over my face as I reply. "Oh... I would have thought this place was locked up like Fort Knox?"

"Well, most of the security people live on site, so it's still safe for your girl, don't worry." He winks at me, but having him refer to Imogen as my girl distracts me from answering right away.

Is she my girl? Do I want her to be my girl?

The answer to both is a resounding 'yes' I realise. I wouldn't be here, about to have the conversation I am, if she wasn't.

"You're here to see Sebastian?" Connell asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Yeah. Annika apparently told him I was coming."

Connell nods and points up the staircase. "Their office is up on the second floor, sixth door on the right."

"Sixth door? How fucking big is this place?" I blurt out before I am able to stop myself.

Connell looks amused. "Well, there's eight private suites on the top floor, where we all live, and then offices and other rooms like the library are on the middle floor. Down here we've got the kitchen and formal rooms. And downstairs... Well..." He smirks. "You already know what's down there."

"Yes. The memory is burned into my mind."

Connell raises an eyebrow. "You don't sound like it was a great experience down there?"

I shake my head. "It wasn't bad... Just stirred up a lot I wasn't aware of about myself."

He nods. "I get it, man. I had a similar experience when I went down there."

I study him for a moment, remembering what Imogen had said about Connell and Annika. "And you've never been back down there for a club night?"

"Nope. Not sure I'm up for that level of temptation again."

I sense there's a story there, and while I’m curious about why he avoided pursuing the bubbly brunette despite clearly having feelings for her, he's always kept his emotions close to his chest .

"Yeah..." I reply, not sure what else to say.

I don't know if I'd want to attend another club night, but... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in exploring some of the feelings that it stirred up.

Nodding my thanks to Connell, I head up the stairs and follow his directions. Along the hall, I spy the library on the left, a massive room with floor to ceiling bookcases lining every wall.

Who'd have thought that a library was needed in a brothel? Although, given that I accidentally flicked to a particularly raunchy page in one of Imogen's books the other day, maybe it's just full of erotica to get people in the mood...

Arriving at the sixth door on the right, I knock on the solid wooden door and wait.

"Come in," Sebastian's voice calls out, and I open the door.

And my eyes damn near pop out of my head.

I'm not entirely sure what I was expecting to see on the other side of the door. But it certainly wasn't seeing him standing beside his desk with a shirtless man in front of him on his knees, sucking him off.

"Jesus!" I yelp, averting my eyes. "Sorry! I swear I heard you say come in."

I stare at the empty desk on the other side, realising this must be Imogen's desk. I wonder how many times she's sat behind that desk and watched this exact scenario herself.

Sebastian chuckles, seemingly unaffected by my appearance. He also barely sounds like he's affected by what the man is doing to his cock.

"I did say come in."

I flick my gaze towards them. "Um... Did you think I was someone else?"

I know I should look away again, but it's kind of hard. The feelings that I've been ignoring since the club night rush to the surface, and I can't seem to tear my gaze away from where the man, who I'm assuming is Dante, doesn't slow his movements .

"No, I knew it was you."

I bring my line-of-sight upwards to meet Sebastian's amused gaze. "Okay... I don't know what to do right now."

He chuckles again.

Seriously, this is so fucking weird.

But also... Very fucking hot.

"Dante was just getting me hard so I can fuck him and help him find release after spending several hours pleasuring a woman with his tongue only. So please, take a seat," he says, waving his hand towards the leather couch beneath the window. "I'll be with you soon."

I stare at the couch, then back at Sebastian. "Um... you want me to watch?"

He shrugs. "Or you can read a book?" He nods towards the wall of leather-bound books behind him, before smirking. "But I'm pretty sure you want to watch, don't you, Mr Collins?" His eyes flick downwards towards where my cock is hardening behind the fly of my jeans.

Ah fuck, the Mr Collins bullshit again. I'd forgotten about that.

I'm torn between doing what I know I should, which is going back into the hall and letting them finish and sitting here watching the show.

My expression must tell Sebastian everything he needs to know.

"Dante loves an audience, and perhaps it will help you with the curiosity you've no doubt been battling since the club night.

I could see the moment when you realised you were turned on just as much by the two men fucking in front of you as you were when Annika and Imogen played beside you. "

This guy, who seems to be the master of control, his facial expression giving nothing away as Dante hollows his cheeks and takes his cock all the way into his mouth, is the most intriguing man I've ever met.

From the minute I first met him, I was drawn to him, and now I know why.

He is a master of control. He's also possibly the most attractive man I've ever seen, and I completely understand why Imogen loves his cock so much.

Deciding I might as well just go with this, I move to the couch and take a seat. Sebastian's eyes show his approval, and I'm surprised that I'm even more turned on, knowing that I've pleased him.

Dante moans around Sebastian's cock, sliding his hand beneath the band of his own sweatpants and jerking himself off.

Sebastian taps his head. "That's enough, Dante."

Dante pops off his cock, rising to his feet. He flicks me an appreciative smile and yanks his sweatpants off in record time.

"How should I take him, Mr Collins? Should I fuck him from behind as he bends over my desk? Or perhaps I should fuck him on the couch?"

I have no idea what to say to that, but the idea of controlling how this guy gets off makes me even harder, and both men glance at my crotch.

"Um... Over the desk?" I say, hoping that's the right answer.

Dante grins and bends forward, resting his cheek on the solid wood desk with his face turned towards me.

Sebastian digs around the top drawer of his desk and produces a bottle of lube.

He lets the thick, clear liquid drip down between Dante's arse cheeks, before sliding a finger inside the man, who closes his eyes with a moan.

I don't even notice when I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees as I watch what Sebastian is doing.

All embarrassment and confusion have disappeared now, and I'm ready to acknowledge that I want to see this.

That I want to know what it would feel like to be the one on the desk.

To have this man be the one about to push that long, hard cock deep inside me.

When Peta and I had discussed bringing another guy into the bedroom, the focus had been on the two of us pleasuring Peta.

Of her riding two cocks. But a small part of me had wondered what it would be like to have the attention of the second guy on myself.

.. To feel what it was like to have a man's lips on my cock.

.. I'd thought it was nothing more than curiosity, but now, sitting here.

.. It's more than curiosity... I need to explore this side of myself.

Sebastian adds another finger, and I glance up to find him watching me closely.

"You're wondering how this feels, aren't you, Mr Collins?"

I nod, my ability to speak disappearing as he adds a third finger and slowly fucks Dante's arse with his hand while he watches me, gauging my reaction.

Dante moans again, his lips parted with a look of pure bliss on his face. "Fuck, that feels so good, boss," he murmurs, opening his eyes again to look at me.

Fuck, the way they are both watching me watch them... I'm almost painfully hard now, and I have to resist the urge to wrap my hand around my cock.

Sebastian finally rolls on a condom and lines himself up behind Dante, gripping the man's hips. Dante takes a breath, and Sebastian slams his way inside. I jerk, my cock twitching, as Dante cries out, clawing the desk with one hand while the other moves to grip his cock.

Sebastian continues watching me as he fucks Dante hard, the man on the desk moaning and crying out as he jerks himself off, his hand moving in time with each of Sebastian's punishing thrusts.

"Fuck," I murmur, barely louder than a whisper.

Sebastian gives me a seductive smile as he picks up the pace, slapping Dante's arse cheek, burying himself to the hilt each time he thrusts.

And this guy isn't small. In fact, his cock is probably one of the biggest I've seen, other than myself.

Dante seems pretty hung as well. Guess it's to be expected from someone who does this for a living.

"I'm so close, boss," Dante moans loudly.

Sebastian leans forward and grips Dante's shoulder, using the angle to slam into him harder and faster, and Dante practically screams as he erupts all over his hand and the side of the desk .

Sebastian keeps going, and I finally see a crack in his controlled mask, just as he shudders.

It's only barely noticeable, and I wonder how he became so dominating and controlled.

I've never seen anything like it, and it draws me towards him even more.

His presence is electrifying... intoxicating. ..

Yeah, I can definitely understand why Imogen doesn't want to give up being fucked by him. Being controlled by him.

Being owned by him.

Even now that Sebastian has come, his calm facade remains the same. He withdraws slowly from Dante, who sighs, remaining where he is for a few moments as he regains his breath, his eyes closed.

Sebastian cocks his head towards me. "That looks like a rather painful situation you've got yourself there, Mr Collins." He nods towards my ridiculously hard cock.

I shift in my seat. "It'll go down."

I'm not entirely sure if it will without me taking matters into my own hands, but I'm not jerking off in front of him.

"Would you like Dante to assist you? His mouth can be quite... magical."

Dante opens his eyes and watches me with interest.

I open my mouth to say no, but something makes me hesitate. Wasn't I just wondering what it would be like to have another man's mouth on my cock?

The longer I hesitate, the more interested they both seem.

And I am pulled further into their world when I finally found my voice.

"Okay."