his tongue out to tease my clit.
I moan as he reaches up and grips the top of my dress. With a pull, he exposes my breasts and palms one, then he moves lower on my pussy and stabs his tongue inside me.
The pleasure is welling up inside me, threatening to drag me under as he fucks me with his tongue and pinches my nipple.
My hips move against him, my body responding to every touch, every movement. I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t enjoy this man taking his payment from me, but I do. I spread wider, and he groans his approval against my slick flesh.
Returning to my clit, he slides a finger inside me. “So tight.” He licks and teases as he eases a second finger to join the first. “My cock may break you, princess.”
“I can take it,” I grit out.
He laughs low and sultry. “And you will. Every hard inch of me until I come inside this sweet little cunt and your debt is paid.”
“Take it then,” I gasp.
“Not yet.” He licks in a leisurely swipe. “This is meant to be savored.”
I moan as he exerts more pressure, his tongue laving my clit as I just try to breathe. When he slips one finger out of me, then slides it lower, I bite my lip. And when he enters me, pressing inside my asshole, I can’t stop myself from moaning.
He keeps licking, moving his fingers in and out as everything inside me folds into smaller and smaller pieces, tightening until I can’t catch my breath.
And when he swipes the broad side of his tongue against my clit in one perfect movement, I shatter. All the folded pieces of me explode outward in a burst of sparks as I come on a low keening moan, my legs shaking, my body unwinding in steady waves of pure delight. And all the while he watches me with those dark eyes behind his mask, eating up my orgasm as if he’s feasting on my soul. Maybe he is. But I don’t care. I’d sell myself again and again if he’d only give me this pleasure each time.
When my lower back finally hits the divan again, he gives me one more long, slow lick before standing. I don’t move, don’t even try to cover myself.
“That was for me, princess. Not you.” He adjusts his thick cock in his black pants.
I shrug. “Put it on my tab.”
His lips twitch as if he might smile, but he doesn’t. Perhaps he doesn’t know how to. Cruelty seems written all over the parts of him I can see. And this arrangement in and of itself is one that only a monster would make.
“Is that what you are? Truly?”
“What?” He moves to the door.
“A monster?”
He stops and turns, his dark eyes still on me. “Without a doubt.”
6
Clark
That wasn’t part of the plan. Not even remotely. Using her body and crushing her innocence are what I’ve paid for, not pleasuring her.
Even so, I enjoyed every moment of it. Her body so responsive. Fuck, the sounds she made are on repeat in my mind, and I don’t want them to stop. Young and foolish, she should be more careful. But her inexperience led her to me, which I can’t fault.
I continue down the hall away from her, though every step makes something inside me tighten. But business and pleasure are separate things, and I have more reasons than one for being at this party.
Crossing through the garden, I return to the main house where the party is even busier. Dozens dance, their bodies swaying to the DJ’s spell. All the pretty rich kids, their Botox-preserved parents, and anyone with connections are here. This may be a party for Tinsley—though I’ve yet to set eyes on her—but it’s more of a bash to celebrate the love of excess. Coming here wasn’t my idea, but Lily and business changed my mind.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I climb to the second floor, push past partiers and drunks, then make my way to the business wing of the Constantine estate. Armed guards man the two huge double doors that lead to the private wing.
I remove my mask as I approach.
They recognize me. How could they not?
With a nod, they swing the doors open for me, and I enter the quieter, but no less posh, section of the estate.
Caroline waltzes toward me, her hair done in a pink fantasy and her dress something off a runway on Mars or perhaps Saturn.
“Clark, darling.” She air