Page 82 of Monster's Obsession
I felt different around Tempest after glimpsing behind his mask, and I wanted our relationship to improve. Something I’d work on with him. He’d finally opened up to me today, made me feel like I was important to him.
We were greeted by a spider guard beyond the dark opening of the building, bowing its head low. “Your party has been expected, sir,” he said gruffly to Tempest, not paying me any attention.
“Good,” Tempest muttered and pushed past, keeping me close to him by the arm he’d thrown around my waist.
Darkness swallowed the large room, and red smoke pumped out from the walls, making it feel like we walked through a cloud of blood. The red spotlights hanging from the ceiling gave everyone a reddish glow.
I was in such a haze from the trip and my talk with Tempest, that I barely noticed all the eyes on us as we entered the place. But now…I felt their heaviness, their hunger.
Monsters were everywhere--big ass-hairy ones, reptilian ones, freaky horned beasts, and all manner of things that would terrify me normally. But there was no such thing in the city of Wyld. Anything went. Then there was the moth-man creature leaning against the bar as a female with one eye was sucking his huge, purple dick.
Across the room, the suspended cages had couples having sex in them, most rocking wildly.
“Did you want a drink?” Tempest asked, glancing at the busy bar.
I instantly shook my head, remembering the last time I’d drank their radioactive looking cocktails…how strange I’d felt afterwards.
Tempest walked me past the bar, his fingers almost digging into my side with how hard he held onto me. He snarled at any monster who leered at me, sending them reeling from us.
“Every single one of them wants to fuck you,” he whispered. “But I’d kill any one of them before I let them lay a hand on you.”
“That’s very white knight of you,” I drawled.
“I don’t know what that is, but white doesn’t work for me.” He clicked his fingers at the bartender, sending him some hand signal that meant nothing to me.
“Yeah, you’re right. You’re definitely more of a dark knight,” I mused, knowing he had no idea what I was saying.
Then he drew us up a set of stairs to the second floor, and into a large room with sofas and a coffee table.
The flooring was made of something transparent because I could see right into the floor below us where there was an oversized bed covered in red silk sheets.
“Are we going to be watching someone have sex?” I murmured, not really turned on, which was hypocritical of me, seeing how I loved my men fucking me in their various forms.
“If you want,” Tempest said. “But once the others arrive, we were toying with the idea that we’d take turns fucking you down there, while the rest of us watch.” He spoke with his back to me as he strolled across the room to where he jabbed his fingers into a screen on the wall.
“Oh,” I gasped, wondering exactly how often they had conversations about fucking me. “That’s new...How long before Creed and the rest of them show up?”
Music began to play, something with strange beats and harmonies, but it wasn’t unpleasant.
“Interesting music,” I said, crossing the room and crashing down on the sofa when an oversized beetle entered the room, carrying a black tray on its back with four glass bowls filled with what appeared to be candy.
“Oh, what are those?” I leaned forward as Tempest collected them and placed them on the table in front of me. Once the beetle scuttled out of the room, Tempest kicked the door shut and threw himself next to me.
“Let’s play a game,” he offered.
“I’ll be honest, your idea of games scares me slightly.”
He laughed and pushed the four bowls in front of me. Each one was filled with what reminded me of rock candy, with a different color in each bowl–blue, red, purple, and orange.
“Okay, how does this work?” I reluctantly asked, knowing I’d regret it later.
“Each color represents a different element of arousal, and when eaten, you will experience heightened sensation. The game is about how long you can last without giving in to your desires.”
I blinked at him, feeling like I’d stepped into a sex-warped version ofHarry Potterwith their Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. “Why would anyone play this?”
“For fun, because it’ll bring you the hottest orgasms you’ve ever experienced.” His eyes darkened, staring at me as he licked his lips, waiting to see what I’d do.
I couldn’t deny, Iwascurious about the candies…and we were at a sex club after all…to feed the population. I threw caution to the wind and reached down, picking up an orange one.