Take Me A Dark Billionaire Mafia Romance - Faith Summers Page 0,28
at me. “You‘ll see.”
He opens the door and I do see. My mouth drops and nearly hits the floor when I see several women laid out on rows of tables covered in cream and an assortment of fruit while both men and women feast on them. Or, have sex with them. It’s like a massive orgy, but with food involved.
There’s everything happening in this room.
When I look at Christian, hoping he doesn’t mean for us to do this, I note he’s assessing me.
“Not to your liking?” he asks.
Embarrassed I shake my head. “No,” I answer.
“What if I wanted to do this to you?”
“Do you?” I realize I must sound more braver than I feel.
“Yes…what if it was just me? What if I wanted to cover you in fruit and eat it off you? Would you allow me to do that?” Mischief dances in his eyes and I see he really is trying to figure out what I like and what I’ll do.
My cheeks burn when I imagine him doing that to me. He chuckles when I don’t answer.
“Okay, let me phrase that differently, Angel. Let’s rewind things back to when you ran your car into me. Before you knew who I was there was definitely this chemistry.” He motions from him to me and I find myself biting back a smile at his confidence.
“Are you sure you didn’t just imagine that. The way I remember it was you looking like you were ready to blow my head off.” That’s the real me talking.
He smiles wide and reaches out to touch my face. “Sassy and sexy, I like it,” he states. “And for the record I’m right. There was chemistry. So back to the question, imagine we meet here, and you don’t work here. And, I wanted to do that to you. Would you let me?”
He looks at me now like he’s staring straight through me, looking through the crevices of my mind. I should lie. I’m tempted to, but I think he’d know.
“Yes,” I confess much to his satisfaction and that look of mischief turns into something sinful that makes my pussy clench with need.
“Then maybe I should add that to my to do list,” he says with an edge of a promise for more. That he might book me again. I hate that I find myself wanting that. I shouldn’t. I should just count myself lucky for tonight.
“I have one more place to take you then I think I’ll have you figured out.”
My nerves spike when he places his hand to the small of my back and he ushers me through a pair of wooden doors that lead straight into the sex dungeon.
Heat streaks through me from the chorus of sexual moans that echo across the walls.
The room is full of people dressed in all sorts. Anything from full leather, to Victorian wear, to nothing at all. There are men and women chained to the walls, or bound to metal crosses, people being whipped, spanked, or tortured in some way. Most of the women have collars around their necks and submit to their men.
The dungeon is exactly what I expected. But what’s different is I thought BDSM would be painful. These people, however, look like they’re experiencing unimaginable pleasure.
We walk slowly, looking around like we’re browsing for a movie. I can’t seem to tear my eyes away either. My gaze settles on a couple kissing in the corner of the dungeon. The woman kisses the man with a passion that makes me want to stare. My fascination with their passion snaps though when he pulls hard on her hair. She winces with pain, but he plants kisses along her neck, soothing her.
When he lowers to suck her breasts, I see she has nipple clamps. It looks like it hurts, but there’s a pleasurable expression on her face that grows when he starts kissing the area around the clamps.
Watching them fascinates me, but shock flies through me when he lifts her up and I see her hands are tied in front of her with rope.
He lays her down on the ground with her arms extended above her head strips her down and starts to fuck her.
I focus on her bound wrists as she lies on the floor like his captive, except with a smile on her face.
Looking away, my cheeks heat from staring for too long and Christian cuts me a glance of curiosity I don’t miss. I didn’t mean to watch them like a perv. I was just wondering