Nympho Notes (Love After Life), page 12
His eyes never leave my face. “Did she now?”
My lips part to say something else, but nothing comes out.
What is wrong with me?
I usually dominate men, step on them, make them feel weak as they fuck me on my command, and yet this beast of a human leers over me, a knowing look twinkling in his dark eyes. His lip tugs into a twisted smirk. He knows exactly the effect he is having on me.
My mouth is dry. He is purposely trying to humiliate me. In a desperate attempt to save face, I roll my shoulders and lift my chin slightly. I still can’t bring myself to maintain eye contact though. I look at Lust who melts into his partner’s arms. He has a delicious smile on his lips as if he’s enjoying the display too, but it’s mixed with a kind of sympathy.
He takes a powerful step forward, completely invading my personal space. “You ought to know that I don’t do vanilla sex, Everest. We test boundaries. We like to break pretty little things, such as yourself. I’m going to push you until you’re ready to crack for me, and then I’ll push you harder.”
He’s saying too much, there are too many details for my brain to possibly keep up. My brain whirls. What’s worse, my pussy fucking gushes.
“Do you understand?” He arches an eyebrow, and it almost unravels me. He refuses to release me from the intensity of his gaze, and some sick part of me revels in it.
“Y-yes.” I choke. The air in my lungs refuses to stay, and I can’t help splutter under his severe line of questioning. My arms hug my body in an attempt to self-soothe, but it seems to have the reverse effect. My breasts press up, and his hungry eyes don’t miss the movement. Shit.
Something low ripples past his lips, almost like a growl, but not. It’s something darker. I’ve never heard such a terrifying but erotic noise before. As if I was made for him, my body longs to stumble closer.
I have to get away from him and get control over myself again. I can’t keep embarrassing myself like this. I’m shaking. I’m actually fucking shaking, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
“Before you agree to anything, let me show you how good it can feel.” He drawls. “Lust, touch her.”
He barks his orders, and his lover obeys without hesitation. I almost leap out of my skin when I feel him slip behind me, nuzzling his face into my neck. His hot breath makes my brain fuzzy, and my stomach twists deliciously. I don’t know which way is up and which way is down, all I know is that there are two men completely controlling my mind.
“I hope you don’t mind if I watch my boyfriend pleasure you,” he drawls seductively. “It is my fucking club after all.”
I have no choice. Even if I didn’t want him here, I know he wouldn’t leave. Some horrifying thought in the back of my mind tells me that neither of them are going to let me go now that I’ve stumbled into this place of sex. And yet, I feel so fucking alive. It feels like all of my twisted fantasies are coming to life in the form of two monsters.
Obediently, Lust drags one of his hands up across my stomach, leaving a wake of heat in its path. It feels like torture. He touches everywhere and nowhere at once, and even after his fingers slip to another part of my body, I can still feel the shadows of his touch in the previous place.
Panting, my head lulls back into him. He teases me for what feels like hours until they slip to my breasts. I unconsciously bend into his touch, desperate for him to lock his fingers around my aching nipples. They are so close and yet so far. He runs rings around them and creates patterns that have me squirming.
Lust looks up as if to get permission from the beast in front of me, pausing until he nods. I’m desperate, arched forward as if I don’t trust my legs to keep me upright. His fingers claim my nipples, and I scream. It hurts, it feels so good, it feels so fucking surreal. My eyes slam shut, and I focus on the pleasure, I soak up every flicker of electricity through my body.
His other hand shoots straight between my legs and immediately finds my clit through my skirt. It’s as if he has a map to my body and has studied it beforehand. At the same time, his knee forces my legs apart and refuses to let me squirm away from the attack. He flicks my clit and squeezes my left nipple again.
“Fuck!”
I can’t stop it, the orgasm storms through me quicker than ever before. Pleasure utterly consumes me. I scream. It escapes before I can sink my teeth into my tongue. The sensation is so intense. My body snaps in half but Lust easily holds me up, still flicking my clit at ridiculous speed. I feel like he’s tied a vibrator to my pussy; he doesn’t relent.
“Please! Please!” I cry out. “Please, it’s so sensitive! Stop!”
As soon as the words leave my lips, another mind-shattering orgasm slams through me. The waves pull through my arms as every hair leaps to attention. I’m whimpering, panting, begging, but my body screams for more. Alarm bells sing that I’m in so much danger with these two men completely controlling my body, and yet as my mind screams, my ass seems to push itself further into Lust’s hard erection.
“That’s enough.” He snaps, and like an obedient dog, Lust releases my sensitive spots. But he doesn’t release me fully, as if he can’t bring himself to give me space.
“She’s so delicious, Sin.” Lust groans.
Sin.
That name was meant for him.
Sin takes a step towards me, and I shrink into Lust as if he will protect me. The room feels so much colder now, and that sinking feeling consumes me. Darkness claims his eyes; it’s like I’m looking into the midst of a blackhole. I can’t read his expression. He reaches forward and I try to shy away, but Lust forces me still. Sin’s fingers find the waistline of my latex skirt and he runs his finger teasingly across the line. Against my will, every inch of skin alights for him. Then, he pulls the material back before releasing it sharply. It snaps against my burning skin, leaving a sharp sting. I yelp like a frightened pup.
“You’re so fucking responsive.” He groans. My cheeks burn as my head lulls forward. I feel so out of control, so frightened, and yet I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
“Did you enjoy that?” His eyes search mine for an answer. A couple of seconds tick by before I realise that I haven’t answered the beast.
“Answer me!” I almost leap out of my skin when the growl falls from his lips.
“N-no, yes!”
I don’t know what I’m saying. The words aren’t registering in my mind.
“You will not lie to me, Everest.” His voice is deeper, darker now. I can hear him losing his grip on reality. “Don’t pretend like your pussy isn’t fucking soaked for us right now. I can smell your arousal. I wonder, how many orgasms can we force your body to have in front of all these people? Was three enough or do you crave more?”
“Fine! Fine, yes, I enjoyed them!”
“Good.” He drawls. He dips his hand into his back pocket and for a second, I imagine how my fingers would feel against his tight ass. I want to squeeze it. I want to spank it. Would he let me fuck it? He thrusts a piece of paper into my chest, and it near enough stops my heart. I choke, trying to rub the ache away.
“Take this as payment for later,” he says. “Five thousand pounds.”
What? Five-fucking-thousand?!
In disbelief, I stare down at the cheque in my fingers, and all the 0’s. My mouth opens and shuts like a fish out of water. The number gets caught between my lips as my mind whirls in shock. This has to be a joke. Surely, he can’t just hand me this amount of money for sex? This is more than what I’d earn in two months combined!
“I need you once a week, for six weeks, and you will drop everything to be there for me. Got it?”
I’m dumbfounded. I’m speechless. What the fuck do I say to him? Five thousand pounds for one session a week? I stare down at the cheque in my fingers and my mouth waters. I’ve never had this much money in my life! Goosebumps sprint up and down my arms. All the debts I could get rid of…
“You will get a contract. You will get a safe word.” He never gives me space to breathe properly. “You will be safe for as long as you choose.”
There is a long pause as he grins in my fear. Then, he cocks his head to the side. “What will your safe word be?”
It takes a moment to register that he’s asked me a question. Lust’s hands tighten on my hips, forcing me back into the present.
“I, uh—” my eyes quickly scan the room, and I look for anything that I can use. “Mist!”
It’s stupid, and I immediately feel stupid for saying it, but my brain refuses to do anything else. The red mist around us seems to pulse in acceptance.
“Mist.” He repeats back slowly. “Okay, fine. You will use that if, and only if, you need the scene to pause.”
He takes a menacing step toward me and all the blood drains out of my face. “Be under no false impression, little Everest, you will need to remember that word. Write it down or for fuck sake, get it tattooed on you. Because nothing, and I mean nothing, will stop me when I get to sink my teeth into you.”
Chapter Seventeen
Lust
Her bottom lip trembles and I fucking love it. She is nervous, frightened, and yet I can smell her body gushing for us as if it were made for us. I hear the way she gulps, right after that traitorous thought about fucking Sin. Oh yes, I felt every fucking want from her as loud as if it were my own thought. I sent the thought straight over to my lover. There are no secret desires around here.
“Take her to the black room. Get her ready. I’ll meet you there.” Heaving, Sin inhales sharply between each sentence, slowly losing restraint over his desire. He needs to feed; I can see the way he is unravelling for us.
“W-what is the black room?” Everest gawps.
“You’ll find out.” I smile before slipping my arm around her waist. She lets me lead her away from Sin, but not before casting a worried look over her shoulder, as if to make sure he’s not about to sneak up on her and attack when her back is turned. With every step we take, I hear her heartbeat intensify, and I can still smell that intoxicating perfume of sex sticking to her sweaty body.
I don’t answer her as I lead her out of the room and down a flight of stairs, before arriving.
The door closes behind us with a soft click. It seals us in a world of darkness, and I take my time in reaching for the light switch, enjoying the trembling of the beauty next to me. The air is charged with anticipation, lingering with the scent of leather and incense. Apart from the red glow of the overhead track lights, everything else is disguised with black walls, and gleaming metal fixtures. On them, an assortment of whips, floggers, canes are displayed. I watch Everest closely as she takes it all in. I hear her nervous breath, followed by a silence that is begging to be filled by her moans.
Slowly, she walks over to the black bed in the middle of the room. She drums her fingernails over it, but her eyes are focused on all the sex toys around the room. Her eyes fix on a large roll of latex on the metal shelf next to all the dildos, and I hear her heartbeat increase.
“What’s that?” She points at the black container on the wall with a red 0 in it. My energy capsules. “There were some out there too.”
I smile, keeping my best poker face even if my bottom lip is trembling. “Don’t worry about them. For now, strip.” I hold up the latex. “I’m going to wrap you up like a present for him.”
She audibly gulps and puts space between us. She holds her hands in the air. “I don’t know how I feel about being wrapped up immediately. H-he’s…”
“Terrifying.”
“Yes. Terrifying.”
I roll my shoulders, trying to ease the dull ache from my trembling muscles.
“You have your safe word. Sin never breaks deals. I guess you could say it’s…” I smile. “in his nature.”
“Sin. Lust.” A sharp breath of air whistles past her lips. “Should I have come up with a nickname too? I feel a bit silly that I told you my real name.”
I bite my tongue. I really want to tell her that it’s not a nickname; I really want to test the boundaries of her wayward mind to see how far I could really push her dedication to the job, but I know Sin would fucking kill me. I swallow down my desire.
She suddenly laughs. The sound pours life into my bones. She waves her arms around. “This is fucking insane. I met you in a bar and now you’re proposing that you tie me up like a fucking turkey for your unhinged boyfriend’s pleasure! I mean— it’s all quite a lot, isn’t it? It’s not normal.”
I square my shoulders and give her a pointed look. “There are no cameras in this room, Everest. You don’t need to pretend like this is something you hate.”
Her cheeks burn red, eyes flickering away from me quickly to hide her truth. She makes a couple more whimpering sounds of protest. I silence her by bringing my fingers to my lips. Her eyes widen when she recognises the digits that had previously made her orgasm in front of a whole room of people. I take them between my lips slowly, lashing my tongue against every inch of skin to savour her every taste. The sweetness of her cum instantly hits my senses and the taste has me fucking reeling.
“Fuck, Everest.” I groan. “He’s going to lose his fucking mind when he tastes you.”
I hear the way her heart drops in her chest. Her breathing becomes unsteady, and she wipes her clammy hands on her skirt.
“Strip.” I command, pulling on the latex roll. “I won’t ask you again.”
It feels incredible between my fingers — the rush, the power, the anticipation, it goes straight to my cock. I take my time unrolling it, knowing that the build-up is making her sweat. The crinkling noise of the latex seems too loud in this small room. She shivers. I fucking lap it up.
Slowly, she reaches for the zip at the front of her latex skirt and pauses. “Do you think he’ll be jealous that you get to see me naked first?”
Fucking Christ!
“Or maybe that’s what you’re hoping for.”
I have no fucking clue what’s happening. One minute I was in control, feeling the power swarming my mind, electrocuting my cock to life. The next, I’m panting like a fucking bitch because of a few breathless threats. We tug for control. And I almost don’t mind giving it up completely to her.
Watching me through low lashes, she finally unzips her skirt. The material falls to the floor with a gentle thud, and I can’t resist. I have to look; I might fucking explode if I don’t.
Her pussy is clean shaven with a single landing strip in the middle, as if it’s pointing down to her clit. She’s swollen and I can see her cum glistening on her lips, screaming desperately for my tongue to taste it from the source. A groan catches in the back of my throat.
She reaches behind to unclasp her corset and soon that is joining the skirt in the middle of the room. Her perky breasts bounce free, and I’m fucking hooked. Her nipples point directly at me, hard and stiff, begging to be touched again — pleading for my hot lips. She inhales sharply. I follow her eyesight and see her staring at herself in the metal reflection opposite. It’s almost my undoing. She’s not doing this for me — she’s turning herself on.
Stumbling toward her, I extend the roll outwards. It’s cold and slick under my fingers — I want to wrap it around both of our bodies until we are forced to melt into one another. She steps into the latex, marvelling at how it immediately moulds around her curves. She’s lost in her own world, touching herself through the material, running her fingers up and down her stomach, but stopping before they reach her breasts.
Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she looks up at me with a look in her eye that almost has me combusting on the spot.
Jesus fucking Christ.
The wantonness in her eyes is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. Pleasure and desire would have a hard time replicating the hunger in those sparkling orbs. She seems to reach deep into my soul, whispering sweet secrets to my darkest wants, and pulling them to the surface. It makes me question who the God is here.
“I wonder,” she whispers, inches from my face. The heat has me melting into her breathless words. “Could you fuck me before he gets here? You found me after all, why does he get to go first?”
Why the fuck is she making this so fucking difficult?
“Do you have a death wish, Everest?” It’s strained — I feel like I’m going to throw up, I’m shaking so much for her.
She laughs and it’s the most beautiful fucking sound in the world. Angels and demons alike could never create this tune of beauty, and yet here she is, head slightly tilted back and the alluring noise attracting me closer. “Something like that.”
Must get back to the task. Can’t get distracted. He’ll be here soon.
Swallowing hard, I force the material around to her back before reaching for the roll of duct tape. The adhesive strip hisses as I tear a long piece off. Yanking on the roll, I force the material to be as tight as possible before I stick it together with the tape. She jolts under the sudden movement.
“Fuck,” She wheezes. “That’s tight.”
Before she has a chance to protest any further, I drop to my knees in front of her. My face is inches away from her sweet pussy, and from here, I feel fucking drunk on the smell of her arousal. She inhales sharply and I don’t miss the slight wobble in her knees. I grab the latex and wrap it around her left leg, making sure to pull tightly, before sealing it together.
I know it burns against her skin; Sin has tied me up in this roll more times than I’d care to admit. It’ll be hot and sticky in there, and it will feel incredibly claustrophobic. And yet some perverse feeling within me is excited to watch her panic. I look forward to the fear that will claim her small, writhing body, just as I know it’s claimed mine over and over again. Her fingers find my hair. She tugs harshly, pulling my head back so I’m forced to look her in the eye. Even in her compromising situation, she dominates me.
“Everest, you need to be a good girl.” Despite my words, I make no effort to pull away. My eyes remain firmly on her glistening pussy. “If I taste you before he does, he might kill us both.”
“I’m not afraid of death. Are you?”
