Page 11 of Depraved Temptation
Finally, I break our kiss and flip us over so she's seated in the chair and I'm on the floor between her legs. I reach for her waistband, and she lifts her hips as I slide her tights down, revealing her plump, beautiful pussy.
Spreading her legs, I dive in with my mouth, lapping at her with abandon. Her body jerks and quivers. I grab her hips and hold her still, forcing her to submit to me. She does, sighing and moaning. Her scent fills my nose, and I grow harder as I taste her sweetness.
She bucks her hips, pressing against my mouth, but I don't let her move away. I want to draw out her pleasure and show her my full control. And I will.
I flip her again, this time so she’s leaning over the chair, her ass in my face. She's wet, her arousal evident on her thighs. I can't help but smile as I spread her apart and sink my mouth into her pussy again, this time from behind.
She cries out, gasping for breath as I lick and suck her. I slide a finger into her tight folds, teasing her clit, stroking her. She moans, her hands grabbing the edges of the chair, fingers curled tightly.
I swirl my tongue around her clit, sucking it into my mouth, pulling gently. She writhes and gasps, her cries growing in intensity as I continue my assault on her. I curl a finger inside her pussy, and she cries out. She arches her back as her orgasm hits, and I can feel her pussy clenching around my fingers.
Finally, when her cries have died down, I pull away and stand up. I help her to her feet and kiss her one more time. Her lips are still trembling from the pleasure that just washed over her body.
"Do you know who you belong to now?" I whisper against her kiss-swollen lips.
She smiles, blushing slightly. "Yes," she whispers back, pressing a final kiss on my lips before pulling away.
"Don't forget that, even when you're on the stage."
"I won't," she reassures me. "I'm yours, Alexander."
Sweeter words have never been spoken.
Chapter 7
Lila
I glance at my reflection, the bright hue of my lips and the playful twinkle in my eyes catching my attention. Excitement buzzes through me, feeling almost electric. I tug at the hem of my dress, appreciating the daring cut, the way it suggests more than it reveals—not unlike our destination tonight.
My fingers brush against the fabric, remembering the first time I'd stumbled upon Eros, the underground gallery. That rush of discovering something so hidden, so taboo, and so enticing. Alexander's going to love it. He’s got that glint in his eye, the one that screams he's no stranger to the world of secrets. This is for him, a thank-you for dinner, for the private dance lesson, and, well... for the mind-blowing orgasm.
A smirk forms on my lips as I apply one last touch of lipstick. Cameron would have never been mature enough to set foot in such a place. But Alexander?
This is right up his alley.
As I step out into the cool night air, my heels click against the cobbled pathway. The city's usual cacophony fades into the background as I navigate my way toward Eros. The streets are alive with chatter and the occasional laughter from nighttime revelers, yet I find solace knowing that in a few moments, I'll be immersing myself in a world many of them might never even know exists.
Tucked discreetly behind an aging yet popular pub called "The Drunken Lark," a narrow, dimly lit alleyway stretches out. To an unsuspecting eye, it's nothing but a shortcut for drunken patrons or maybe a smokers' refuge. But for those in the know, it's the passage to something so much more thrilling.
At the end of the alley, there's a red-bricked wall that seems innocuous. I press a small, almost invisible button camouflaged amidst the bricks. A soft click follows, and part of the wall nudges out, just enough to reveal an iron-wrought door decorated with a subtle insignia of intertwined E's.
The weight of secrecy presses down on my chest with delightful anticipation. There's something so powerfully intoxicating about knowing a secret, especially one as hedonistic as Eros.
My phone buzzes in my purse, a text from Alexander indicating his imminent arrival. My heart rate picks up; sharing this with him feels significant. I lean casually against the wall, offering a reassuring nod to the burly, silent bouncer who's suddenly appeared by the door.
The sounds of footsteps approaching have me straightening up from my position against the wall. I don't need to turn to know it's him. There's a familiarity in his gait, a certain confidence that radiates from him, even in the dark.
When Alexander emerges from the shadows, the dim light casts a glow on his chiseled jawline, his crisp white shirt clinging to his toned torso in just the right places. His hair, slightly tousled, frames a face that could make anyone's heart race. His eyes roam the alley, taking in the hidden corners, until they settle on the almost invisible door.
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and a grin slowly forms on his face. "Eros?" he murmurs, his voice thick with intrigue.
I nod, biting my lower lip, trying to gauge his reaction further. "Ever been?"
He shakes his head slowly, the corners of his mouth tilting upward in a mischievous smirk. "No, but I've heard rumors."
A delicious thrill courses through me at his words. "Then tonight's your lucky night," I whisper, leaning in, the proximity making our shared secret even more tantalizing.
He takes a step closer, his hand brushing against mine. "Lila," he murmurs, voice low and husky, "you're full of surprises."