Rich velvet. Mirrors. Glittering lights.
The playroom beyond the dining area and deeper into the club is jaw-dropping and an otherworldly sight. I feel like I’ve stepped into an erotic fairy-tale land with stunning scantily dressed women and elegant and handsome men.
Dash told me that it’s the oldest club in Paris and used to be a secret society for the wealthy and the elite. Even now, it exists only for high-profile politicians, businessmen, and celebrities. Except, it is not as secretive as it used to be.
Sanctum is simply a labyrinth of dark, mysterious corridors, and chandelier-adorned rooms. There’s another bar inside for the patrons, who came to fulfill their curiosity of the dangerous atmosphere.
Dash appears to be at home here with the confidence and grace of a majestic beast while I look like I’m an innocent prey caught in his clutches. Unlike the guests outside minding their own business, everyone in here is admiring and staring at the newcomers with curious gazes, and some flirting before disappearing into dark corners.
Women’s hungry eyes dart to Dash but when I peer at him, his gaze is pinned on me.
My heart flutters inside my chest with happiness.
I let go of my bottom lip, which I was biting nervously and as though he has a sixth sense and can feel my pounding pulse, he pulls me in the direction of the curved staircase, leading upstairs to les boudoirs.
Every step heightens my nerves, sharpening my senses and anticipation until I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears. Every sound and every person fades into white noise and blurry figures the higher we climb.
My fingers, which are holding my skirt so I don’t trip, tighten when I sneak a glance below. I suck in a sharp breath because from above, I can see couples that I couldn’t see from the floor making out from some of the mirrors.
Fuck! How did I not notice them? Why did I think any corner of this place would be innocent? We haven’t even reached the main room of sinning, yet I’m beyond turned on.
My attention is stolen by Dash who stops and twists toward me, his piercing eyes hooded and bright like the chandeliers around us. He doesn’t miss my spying and curious gaze and roams his over my heaving breasts, spilling over the neckline, to my cinched waist in my corset that makes every breath lightweight, and finally to my naked leg.
Nothing gets past him and his lips tilt upward, knowing I’m wet just from that tiny peek. He says he wants me to confess to all my desires and fantasies, but without a single word, he knows them all better than I do.
He peers to the deepest, darkest parts of me I didn’t know I had hidden.
By the time our gazes collide after his close perusal of every inch of me, I’m a wanton mess of lust and it leaves a trail of blazing fire on my skin.
The flames burn higher to the point where it’s suffocating when he speaks in a guttural tone, reading my sinful thoughts. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself for the rest of the night.”
My pussy clenches at his commanding voice.
“And you’re not allowed to come.”
“And if I do?” I can’t help but sass.
His mouth lifts in one corner but it’s a cruel and threatening kind of smirk. And god, it only sharpens his sharp cheekbones and rugged features. I instinctively take a step back when he circles me, trapping me against the railing behind.
Arms on either side of my waist, he leans over my small frame and threatens, “If I catch you stealing another orgasm that’s not on my fingers, my tongue or my cock, I’m going to take you to a private room, tie you spread-eagled on the bed, and wrench so many orgasms from your horny little body that you’ll beg me to stop while wishing you didn’t disobey me.”
“Is that supposed to scare me?” I arch my eyebrow, half tempted to ignore his rule.
“Ever heard of forced orgasms, kitten?” he taunts, his gaze sadistic, and I swallow. “The first two, maybe three, are pleasant like your body is floating on a cloud until your clit becomes swollen and so sensitive that every touch tethers over the fine line of pain and pleasure. Just when you feel you can’t take any more, the orgasm builds slowly, powerfully, that you can’t help but fall over the edge. As soon as it ends, I play with your pussy all over again until you’re in an endless circle of lust and madness. You’re not ready for it yet, but disobey me and I won’t show you any mercy.”
“You’re insane.”
“Still don’t want to run away?”
“No.” Because I’m just as insane.
“I wouldn’t let you anyways,” he promises darkly. Stroking my cheek with the back of his knuckle once, he pulls away and waits for me to walk ahead.
Two dark enclaves at the end of the hallway beckon us. Suddenly, my dress feels too tight as we approach them, the unknown thrilling and scaring me at the same time, and then I hear the telltale noise of soft moans and deep grunts amidst the sound of bodies slapping.
Unable to take the suspense any longer, I turn to my right and come to a stop just past the threshold. Dash’s body heat presses into my back just as his intoxicating scent envelops me. His hands grasp the sides of my waist and his fingers dig into my flesh as he pushes us deeper into the room while staying quiet.
“Oh my god!” I gasp, unbidden and shameless. “This is…” I trail off.
I feel like I’ve stepped into a land of writhing masses, an erotic scenery.
There are four smaller viewing rooms with glass walls with couples inside having sex in threes and fours. It’s a mating of hard cocks claiming the women’s pliable bodies. Some getting nailed by two men at the same time. The ecstasy on their faces, vivid and stark.
It’s dirty, raw, and hedonistic.
The rest of the enclave is adorned with long and wide couches where some watch the orgy with a spellbound fascination while others are in different stages of getting undressed, making out, and even having sex.
My cheeks warm when my wide eyes inadvertently clash with a woman’s just as the large bearded man behind her bares her small breasts to the entire room. I’m unable to look away when he takes her erect nipples between his fingers and pinches, making her moan. Her sounds, drowned by the cries of others.
I realize with a startle that I’m brazenly staring at a naked woman with her boyfriend, just a few steps away. I instinctively shut my eyes, embarrassed and shocked and hot.
“No. Watch her,” Dash growls in my ear.
Pressing himself harder against my back, he lets me feel the shape of his hard cock and bites my earlobe when I don’t immediately obey. As if the beautiful girl was waiting, our gazes lock again. Hers are hooded while mine are shy and entranced.
Dash collars my neck from the front so I can’t look away and I know he can feel every intake of breath through my parted lips. His thick and pulsing shaft, adding to the erotic thrill.
The sexy, bearded man reveals his woman’s naked body by pulling down her dress the rest of the way. He’s fully clothed in a dark gray suit, straining to contain his bulging muscles as he wrenches her hands behind her back, and pushing out her chest for every person to see.
I would’ve been jealous if I didn’t know that Dash’s hardness was because of my reaction to all the sex happening in every corner, and not because of the naked bodies of strange women getting fucked.
A little bit of my nerves vanish as seconds tick by and it hits me that the couple I’m watching is getting off on our close and vivid attention. A wave of desire rushes down my spine as I stare at his free hand, which is inching from her breast to her pussy, spreading her folds. He traces her center with his middle finger and my breathing turns shallow.
When I look up, she licks her lips, watching me raptly, and I know she’s getting off on both the stimulation of her partner’s fingers and displaying her naked body. To the crowd. To me.
“Dash,” I murmur, pushing my hips against his until he groans. Feeling emboldened and desperate by the scent of arousal and the screams of pleasure, I grind my hips against his.
“Are you wet, kitten? I bet you are,” he grunts, his fingers squeezing my throat. “I knew you’d love it here. Do you like the show they’re putting on for you, filthy little girl?”
I stifle the whimper climbing up my throat, unable to describe the feeling and put it into words. Not that I need to, when he can feel my shallow breaths, the tremors racing up my spine, and my fingers clutching his arms so I don’t fall.
I blink, focusing on the couple once more. The man whispers something in her ear while she stares into my eyes and I still as she boldly cups her breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples. My own harden into painful nubs, seeking friction, and I shift restlessly when the man pushes two fingers in her pussy to the hilt in one savage thrust, making her cry out.
“Touch me,” I plead, shocking myself.
“No,” Dash denies.
Meanwhile, the man drives his fingers inside her with a ruthless speed and I feel my own walls clench on thin air, needing to be filled by Dash’s fingers urgently. The rougher he gets with her, the higher my lust climbs.
My mind screams for the man to just fuck her and I don’t recognize my inner voice.
Why am I loving it so much? I never knew I had a voyeur kink and it’s better than any fantasy I could have had, obliterating all the others.
“Please, Dash.”
“Bad girl,” he tsks, grabbing my hand that I didn’t realize I was inching between my thighs. “No touching, kitten.”
I’m so embarrassingly wet that I could feel my arousal trickling down my thighs.
Circling my waist and holding my wandering fingers hostage, I shudder, feeling his lips suck on my pounding pulse, swirling his tongue teasingly. He tortures me by not caressing where I need him the most and just then, the man pinches his girl’s clit with his fingers still inside until she shudders her release.
Our connection breaks as she jerks in his hold, head thrown back, and I feel every tremor as though it’s my own. Her blonde hair cascades down her back and while she’s in the throes of her orgasm, he picks her up and lays her over the couch before bending forward aggressively to eat her pussy with fervor.
Memories of Dash’s mouth on my pussy invade my mind.
I’m unable to take any more. My clit throbs and the familiar ache builds in my core, just out of my reach. My gaze shifts to another couple—a woman riding a man with abandon, as he spanks her ass on each thrust.
My dirty mind imagines riding Dash’s cock, making him spill inside me.
He must have the same thought because his hand lets mine go to cup my left breast and squeeze, rubbing my nipple with his palm.
I’m turned on like crazy but so is he. Hard. Long. Thick.
The couple I’m watching becomes a trio as another guy joins them, bending the girl and shoving himself inside her without warning. My eyes feel heavy lidded as the threesome gets rougher and harder in front of me.
“It won’t ever be you,” Dash growls, tilting my face toward his. “No one but me is allowed to touch you.”
I pull him down by cupping the back of his neck and lick the seam of his lips before whispering against them, “Yes. Only you, Dash.”
He affirms my words by pushing his tongue inside my mouth and kissing me deeply. My toes curl at the violent aggression in each swipe and suck of his lips. The world disappears until all I feel is him. His strength, his scent, and his possessive touch, anchoring me to him.
I seek his mouth when he draws back with a dark smirk.
He’s intentionally tormenting me, believing he has all the power just because he told me not to touch myself. However, he isn’t the only one who knows how to bend the rules to their favor.
Two can play this game.
Staring into his eyes, which narrow when I take his wrist still gripping my breast possessively, I inch it lower over my abdomen. Without pausing, I slide it farther down and slip it underneath my skirt, and I sigh in pleasure just as I press his fingers against my wet pussy.
“Kitten,” he warns, inhaling sharply.
Uncaring if anyone stares, I push his finger between my folds and whine in frustration when he doesn’t take the lead. I want the same dominance and passion from our hotel bathroom.
“Did you forget what I said, little brat?”
I stare back innocently. “You said I can’t touch but nothing about you.”
“Are you that desperate you can’t wait?” he taunts.
“Can’t you feel how wet I am?” I press his hand harder, making his jaw clench and gaze turn primal.
“But it isn’t because of me, though, is it, kitten?” he says, wrenching his hand from mine before roughly dragging me into a dark corner, away from lascivious eyes. I gasp when he shoves my arms above my head and tilts my jaw. “You’re soaked because of watching that girl come.”
“Are you jealous?” Shock laces my voice.
“I am.”
“You’re hard,” I accuse.
“Because of you and the raw pleasure on your face as you gazed at them.” His voice is thick with lust and envy. “Because the filthy vixen inside you turns me the fuck on. But it also makes me insanely jealous because I want to be the only man driving you crazy just like you do me. I need to be the only one making your cunt wet and have you begging. I want to possess you, Bianca.”
A scary shiver runs down my back hearing his confession. My stomach flips while his words wrap around my heart. “No one drives me mad more than you, Dash. Not one person in here makes me wet with just a single look. So stop torturing us both and please make me come.”
My answer must satisfy and banish his jealousy because he wedges his thigh between my legs until my pussy deliciously rubs against him. Then he asks with a salacious growl, “You never answered my question, kitten.”
“What?” I murmur, seeking more friction.
“Do you want to be fucked like my whore?”
