Page 121 of Shattered Jewel
Sasha nods, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she did it eagerly.
He throws open the doors and strides through the center of the threshold.
Pressing my lips together, my breathing harsh and hot behind the mask, I walk in beside Sasha.
At first glance, the room could be mistaken for a grand masquerade ball, each lady and initiate attired in robes similar to our own. Their masks conceal their identities, rendering each participant anonymous and equal. But as we step further into the room, I comprehend the reality beneath the guise of propriety.
With deliberate slowness, one woman shrugs her robe behind her shoulders while it’s still tied with a golden rope at her neck, revealing her naked form beneath. She saunters towards an initiate awaiting her on a chaise lounge.
More women copy her gesture. Robes fall open like flowers blooming, bodies entwined together on plush velvet and dark wood, pulsating with the low rhythm of music seeping from the walls.
I spot a redheaded woman arching euphorically into the man behind her. He’s taking her from behind. She throws her head back, her mask in place but her long, pale neck exposed.
Another woman is perched on the edge of a high-backed chair, her bare legs spread wide for an initiate kneeling before her. His head is buried between her thighs and she’s gripping his hair, pulling him closer as soft cries spill from the mouth-hole of her mask.
I have to blink twice at another woman on her knees, her mask’s mouth-hole cut into a wide enough circle to accommodate a very large dick being sucked on.
“Jesus Christ, Sash.” My high-pitched whisper leaks through the plastic covering my face. “Why didn’t you warn me?”
“Because then you wouldn’t have come and you said this was an emergency,” she whispers back. “Just go with it. You don’t have to do anything. Some just sit back and watch while jerking off under their robes.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Is that a relief? Should I be relieved?
I don’t know, because an indecent part of me is getting wet.
Sasha’s robe flutters with her movements as she bends over and … takes off her pants.
“Sash!”
“What?” Her mask-clad face looks up. “I told you I go to these things and we were going to be truthful with each other from now on. Right?”
I raise my hand to cover my mouth, but realize all I’ll hit is deception. And expose my fully-clad self under my robe. “I thought we’d perhaps gently reveal our fetishes to each other.”
“Nah. Cold plunge, girl.”
I swear she grins under her mask before she gives all her attention to the initiate who escorted us, parting her robe while he parts his.
Nope. I can’t watch.
Lost in the carnal chaos, I stumble to a chair at the edge of the room, but can’t close my eyes. Cav told me to keep a constant count of the initiates in the room and ensure no one leaves. There should be 12 of them tonight, rewarded for their devotion by the Sovereigns. No more, no less.
I do as Cav asks, my chin bobbing along with my count until I end at twelve, but it takes me a minute to get there. No one sees my mouth gape open as I watch a foursome in front of the fireplace, two guys, two girls, their bodies fluid and wild under the rising flames.
One of the men strums his fingers over a woman’s clit while the other woman rides him, her back arched, breasts exposed and bouncing. The other man pumps into the first woman from behind, his hands gripping her hips.
My own body responds. A familiar heat coils within me. My hand inches under my robe, fingers fumbling with my jeans’ button.
Cautiously, I peek around to make sure no one notices my fingers find?—
Someone watches me by the curtains. My hand stills at the hem of my panties.
He’s tall and imposing, his black robe and full face mask similar to mine.
He peels himself away from the wall and strides toward me, heedless of the writhing bodies blocking his path, until he halts directly in front of my chair.
He reaches out then hesitates, as though testing. His fingers hover over my chest and he says something I can’t understand due to the loud music and sensual moans resonating throughout the room. Unsettled and embarrassed at being caught, I begin to rise from my chair, but his next words stops time in its tracks.