Page 17 of Dark Secret

“Stephanie can sit there,” Celia instructed and pointed at a chair away from the table, but close enough to watch what went on.

Dylan took me to the chair, and I sat, my attention taken by the woman on the table now. Her eyes latched onto mine, and I could see the arousal in the brown depths. Her body arced occasionally, as a mouth finally broke the chocolate and encased her nipple, or the man who was eating ice cream from her lower abdomen chased drips of ice cream down between her thighs.

The woman bit her lip, but her eyes didn’t leave mine. I felt drawn into that dark gaze and couldn’t look away, even when I’d tried. It wasn’t that I wanted to touch her necessarily, but that I’d wanted to be her, and I’d wanted to experience whatever sensation it was that made her eyes so very … intense.

I’d wondered if she knew the men, or if she’d been hired to let them have their way with her. Or maybe she was a guest and volunteered. It looked like a very messy, but certainly attentive way to get off. The man had finished the ice cream and moved down between her thighs to clean her up more thoroughly. She held her hand out to me then, and I didn’t know what, but something made me take it.

Dylan was talking with Celia about something, I had no idea what, because I was too engrossed in the woman’s eyes. I watched the wonder, the pleasure, as she’d experienced it, and when her hand gripped mine more tightly, I felt something in me respond. I’d watched as she’d moved suddenly, her body convulsed, and knew that this was her peak. She’d looked incredible, beautiful and feminine, as she gave a loud groan. The men around her, all still dressed, continued to eat from her, or suck sticky, sweat sauces from her skin until she sank down against the table, replete.

Her fingers hung loosely in mine now, and her eyes closed. I didn’t want it to be over, though, and squeezed her fingers. She’d opened her lovely brown eyes, decorated with blue smoky eye makeup, and smiled at me. She gave my fingers a squeeze and let go so that she could get up. She’d left the table, and I’d watched her go, disappointed that it was over.

“Don’t worry, pet, there’s more to see. And experience.” Dylan had caught my attention, and I’d looked up at him.

Experience? What did that mean?

“Take her to the ballroom, Dylan. I think she’ll like that.”

“Ready?” he asked me as he pulled on my leash, and I stood, ready to obey. And find out where he was leading us to, of course.

I’d walked behind him until he found a blue door. I couldn’t hear a lot of noise coming from the room and thought perhaps it was empty. It wasn’t.

We walked into a very large room where soft, sensual music was playing. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected, but a room full of strangers, dressed up in pre-Civil War fashions wasn’t it. Men and women danced, and I’d found it all quite lovely, but not sexy. That was, until I’d noticed the women’s dresses didn’t have tops that covered their breasts, and that some had their skirts up around their hips as the men with them explored their bodies.

One couple in particular caught my eye, and Dylan led us to a set of chairs close to the couple. The man had the woman up against the wall, his hands beneath her skirt, and the sight excited me.

“Would you like to dance, pet?” Dylan asked, and I’d turned to him, my eyes glazed.

“Yes,” I said, and followed him onto the dance floor. I didn’t know the steps they were following, but the crowd opened to let us into the middle. We soon caught on, but I’d noticed after a while that dancers were getting closer.

Dylan’s hand tightened on my leash, but he didn’t stop my dancing. When a woman bumped into me, I’d apologized, but then another one did. The music started to make my head spin, and then Dylan started to dance in some pattern that twirled us around and around. My head swam, and when he’d stopped, it took me a moment to catch my breath.

More hands brushed against me, and bodies came closer. The music changed, became more modern, sensual, and the dancers changed to match the music. Bodies came closer, and I felt hands brush against me once more. Dylan’s head came down, and he kissed me as we continued to dance, a more sensual dance that didn’t require a lot of moving around.

He’d pressed into me, and I could feel how hard he was for me. I’d looked up at him as a pair of hands came up from behind me to cup my breasts. I’d jumped but stood still, my eyes locked on his. His eyes smiled into mine with knowing, and I let the hands explore me. They fell away, but another pair soon joined them.

We stood still now, and Dylan watched as hands came at me from all directions, but left me open to his view. He sat in the chair and watched as unknown lips touched my neck, whispered compliments in my ears, and hands touched me. My hips, breasts, ass, even my face, everywhere except the one place I wanted to be touched now. The one place only he could touch me.

I had all but forgotten how to breathe by the time Dylan took my hand and led me from the room. He’d stopped at a door with a window painted on the panel, and opened it up. The room was empty, but I could see that it was one of those rooms. The kind where people could look in, only this one would let us see those in the other room too.

“There are people in the room next door,” he said as he put a sign that hung from the doorknob on to let others know the room was occupied. “Let’s see who.”

It was a rather beautiful couple, both in their late twenties, dark haired, and dark eyed. The woman was on her knees, but she’d looked up as we came into our room. The man looked me over, looked at Dylan, and then took himself in hand. He’d said something to the woman, and she’d moved. I couldn’t hear what he’d said, but it didn’t need explaining.

She’d filled her mouth with him and forgot about us. I’d stepped closer, and Dylan moved up behind me. His mouth came down on my neck as that familiar ache started to burn in my lower abdomen. I’d watched the woman and the man as Dylan’s hands came up to cup my breasts.

“He wants you,” Dylan said into my ear. His fingers slid beneath the panels of my dress to tease at my bare nipples. I hadn’t worn a bra with the dress, and I had no panties on at all.

“How do you know that?” I asked, doubtful. The man was looking at me, but he wasn’t doing anything that I would take as a sign.

“He can’t take his eyes off of you, pet.” Dylan cupped my breasts and held them up, as if to offer them to the man. The man, handsome and Hispanic, with long hair, and a tall muscular frame, lifted an eyebrow.

There was a question there. It went unanswered for now. His hand came down on the woman’s head, and she had his attention for a moment. She slowed down, took her time, and I’d watched him now, fascinated. This man wanted me?

Dylan moved my long blonde hair from one side of my head to the other so that he could kiss that side of my neck. “Are you ready for what comes next, pet?”

“What comes next?” I asked, not sure at all.

“I’m going to strip you down and let him see you.”