Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Suddenly, the phone next to me rings, and I immediately pick it up.
“Hello?”
“Come downstairs. Same room as before. I’ll be waiting at the entrance.”
He hangs up before I can respond.
Why is he being so distant? Is something going on, or is he just nervous like I am?
That definitely makes me wonder what’s about to happen.
I get off the bed and immediately walk out the door. Luckily, there’s no one else in this hallway because I’d probably draw eyes, considering what I’m wearing. A black see-through baby doll and fishnet stockings along with shiny black heels.
I step into the elevator and press the button to go all the way to ground zero. When I arrive, the whole hall is bustling with people, just like before. Only this time, I’m actually invited. Everyone’s wearing masks, even the staff, who are clearly identifiable by their red velvety clothes. Even the number of guards has increased. They’ve definitely tightened things up since the last time I came to an event like this.
If this is even the same as before. I have yet to find out, and I’m beyond excited.
My heart is racing as I approach the doors. A woman comes toward me, smiling, and pushes a sticker onto my top that says Kitty.
Two men open the huge doors wide and the room reveals itself. But it’s unlike before.
Dark drapes cover the whole room with dim lights and no music.
The only things filling the air are moans and the thick fog of heat.
It smells of sex. Wild, raunchy sex.
Just what I like.
My heart beats in my throat as I step inside. Right then, a man steps out from the shadows. Declan.
I can tell right away from his stride, his hair, the smirk on his face.
“Are you ready?” he asks as he places a hand on the small of my back while guiding me into the room.
I nod, but I can’t stop staring at everyone around me. People are having sex everywhere, but more importantly, this time there seems to be many more men than women. And some of the men are fucking each other too, somewhere in a small room to the left. And to my right, two women are giving a show, squirting while simultaneously having a man lick it up from the floor.
There are more rooms. One of them has a woman sitting on a bench while men fuck her in the ass one by one, leaving their cum behind. Another room has sex equipment lining the walls, and one woman in a leathery suit is using a whip on several men while another lady is milking them and catching it in a bowl. I can only imagine what they’ll do with that.
Then we come to the middle of the hall. Three white columns with a woman tied to each one. Blindfolded. Bound by ropes. Unable to move except for their mouths.
And the men each approach to fuck them in the mouth … and come.
One of the girls is already covered in it. From top to bottom, she’s dripping in cum.
Declan snaps his fingers at one of the staff members, who immediately walks toward that girl who seems to be gasping for air and starts untying her. She’s guided away through the crowd, and at the same time, Declan pulls me toward the pillar.
“Is that my spot?” I whisper. “Will you be joining in?”
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he sets me down beneath the column, on my knees, and holds my wrists as he pulls them back, tying them in place. He fishes a blindfold from his pocket and wraps it around my eyes.
Everything goes dark.
I feel as if I’m floating out of my body. As if time has stopped, and I’m left floating in nothingness.
Until I feel it. A fleshy tip against my lips, swiping back and forth.
Wet liquid gushes out, splashing against my face.
I hold my breath and wait.
When it stops, I gasp and lick my lips. Salty. Warm.
Immoral as hell.
Suddenly, another stream hits me right in the mouth. I don’t know where it came from. I just know it’s from someone else because the sound he makes is different from the one before.
I hear more groans and jerking off in front of me. There must be five people, if not more. The jets of seed keep coming. I can’t tell from where or when. Everything just happens.
There’s no time to process what’s going on even though all my senses are on overload right now. Because the next dick is already right in front of me.
It’s then that I realize the excitement is turning into something else. Fear.
A burst of panic flows through me, but I don’t know why because I wanted this. I love this. I need this. This man in front of me keeps doing what he’s doing without restraint. It’s exactly what I asked for. What I begged Declan for … yet …