by K. L. Savage
We walk across the casino floor after our decadent five-star meal. I may or may not have licked the chocolate mousse from her lips toward the end, which ended up giving me an erection. It was hidden by the table and her hand teased me, sliding it up and down the nine inches hanging down my thigh. It was slow, scandalous, knowing that she was touching me under the table where anyone could catch us.
She didn’t grab me and stroke me. Nora lazily ran the back of her fingers up and down, building the pressure, building the lust, and my hand hit the glass of water as I tried to grip the edge of the table. It took all I had to not knock the plates to the floor, lay her across it, and take advantage of the slit in her dress.
How is it possible to want someone like this all the time? Every surface I see I want to lay her against it and slide my cock into that tight vice that I’ve claimed.
It can’t be healthy to want someone like I want her, but isn’t living an unhealthy life way more fun?
Si.
So much more.
“Mr. Moretti,” Piero greets me, unhooking the purple rope to allow us into Club Lussuria. “It’s looking good in there.” His eyes fall from me to Nora and he grins. “Mateo, you told us about Nora, you failed to mention how beautiful she was. Bellissima, Ms. Thompson,” Piero grabs her hand and kisses the top of her knuckles.
“Your Italians sure know how to make a lady lose her mind.” She fans herself as Piero smirks at her.
I slap his arm away and then cage him to the wall by pressing my arm against his throat.
“Mateo! You let him go right now. I won’t have your… temper ruin this night.”
“He was—”
“—Being kind and noticing this beautiful dress that makes me feel pretty. If you didn’t want him to notice, then maybe don’t dress me up in gorgeous outfits.”
“It isn’t the outfit that’s gorgeous, Nora. It’s you. But him? He knew damn well not to—”
“I wasn’t trying to hit on her, Mr. Moretti. I was only trying to be nice and appreciative. Nothing more.”
“Nothing more.” I shove him away and gather my composure. My temper is short when it comes to Nora.
“Freaking animal,” Nora mumbles as Piero opens the door to allow us in.
Piero’s face is flushed, and he clears his throat, averting his eyes as I stare him down.
Nora pulls on my arm and nudges my shoulder. “Stop it. You’re being a bully.”
“I’m being protective.”
“You’re being one of those cavemen that beats his chest. Jane mine. Jane not yours.” She hits her chest with her fists, and I can’t help but laugh.
I kiss the side of her head. “What can I say? You bring out the worst and best of me.” I part the curtains and she audibly gasps. A wave of pride fills my chest as I look at my creation. This wouldn’t have happened without Nora.
The music is thumping, the lights are flashing, and people are on the dance floor moving against one another in a sexual frenzy. My men are standing on different sides of the bar, talking to women, some talking to men, and everyone seems to be having a good time.
It’s a success.
“Mateo, this is amazing. You did all this?”
“Si, but I couldn’t have done it without you. You’re my muse. Look up.”
Her head tilts back and I stare at the side of her face. Even her profile is perfect. Her lashes are thicker and longer than usual and painted black with mascara. I love it. It makes her blue eyes pop even more. “Do you like them?” I ask, suddenly nervous that I might have gone overboard.
“Yeah, I love them, are you kidding? Wow, it looks so real.”
I had L.E.D. lights installed in the silk covering the ceiling, making a galaxy appearance. They replicate the stars that are on the bar.
“Wow.”
“The stars are for you,” I say.
Her eyes flow down from the pseudo space up above and stare into my soul. “For me?”
“Tutto e per te, Stellina. Everything is for you.” I lift her arm and twirl her, spinning her a few times like a ballerina in one of those music boxes. She grins and laughs, a sight for a sore mind like mine.
When she spins again, she runs smack into Zio’s chest, and she stumbles back. When she glances up, she snags my hand and beings to tremble. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, obviously scared.
“It’s okay. I hope you have a good time tonight. Mateo, Vanni says he has a delivery for you to inspect.” Delivery. Code for drugs.
“Already? That was fast,” I mumble, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Tell him it can wait. I’m not here to work. I’m here to have fun with Nora.”
“Si, Mateo.” Zio finishes off the whiskey in his glass and slams it on the bar before heading toward the back room.
“Oh… is it…” Nora looks left and right to make sure no one is listening and crooks her finger for me to come closer.
Like I’d ever deny such a request.
She cups her hand over my ear and whispers, “Is it secret mafia stuff?”
I chuckle, gliding my hand down her arm and hold her hand. “Si, Stellina. If you want to know, I will tell you. I’ll never leave you out to wander.”
“You can later. Right now, I just want to dance with you.”
I take the shot the bartender sat in front of me and pour it down my throat, the burn warming my stomach. “Well, by all means, I don’t want to disappoint a lady’s urges.” I hold out my hand for her to take and she downs her own shot, slipping her fingers through mine.
Heading out toward the dance floor, I cut through a sea of people until we are in the middle. The song changes and the beat is perfect. It’s slow, sensual, a song about desire and sex. Her back is to my front and my hands fall to her hips. One of her arms reaches up, and around my neck as she sways her hips left and right. The way her ass is rubbing against me lets me know she wants more than a simple dance, but sex is prohibited on the dance floor.
Not that I would care if I saw it. I think it would be hot to catch a couple fucking each other. What’s hotter than witnessing desire so deep, so raw, so primal, that people can’t wait to get to privacy? They have to have one another in that very moment or they might explode.
Kind of like how I’m feeling right now.
The bass of the music flows throughout the club, vibrating the sweat on my skin. She rolls her head across my chest, moving her body in slithering movements that a snake would be envious of. The whiskey is fire in my veins, feeding my soul as Nora and I ignite the dance floor in a sizzling sensation.
My hand falls to her exposed thigh through the dress slit, and I migrate up, going as high as I can until her pussy is just out of reach. In reply, she grinds her ass against me harder, my cock straining as it rubs against her ass.
She makes me feel like an animal. I’m ready to tear this dress off her with my own fucking hands and teeth.
Her eyes are closed and she has that damn bottom lip between her teeth. I flip her around and slide my knee between her legs. Our foreheads drop together, slick with sweat from the humidity sticking in the air as everyone dances. Even through the lust induced beat of the song, I can hear her moan every time her clit rubs against my upper thigh.
Nora arches her back, dipping backward. My hands keep a tight hold of her hips to keep them planted against me. I can’t help myself. I bend down and lick from the bottom of the neckline to the top of her chest, gathering the hot sweat from her skin. Her heart pounds against my tongue; the fever of sex drenching her must be contagious because everyone else around us seems to be doing the same thing.
I nip at the curve of her left breast and roll my hips more, adding more force against her sheath. Her hands roam down the shape of her torso before she lifts herself up again, rubbing herself harder against my thigh. We tease one another, our lips a slight brush over one another, but we don’t kiss, just feel, just experience, just touch.
“I want you,” she whispers in my ear.
My hand slips aro
und her ass before moving down her front and finding the slit again. “Is that so?” I murmur, shoving my hand under her dress, then dip my fingers under her panties. It’s hidden well enough that people won’t know what we are doing, but if someone stares and watches us, they might figure it out.
There is steam billowing from the bodies into the air, hanging like an erotic cloud ready to rain down sexual bliss.
She rolls her hips against my hand, using my palm to create friction. She moans, her lips parting as she stutters against me. A gush of liquid soaks my hand, and it has my own precome leaking from my cock. She rides against my hand faster, yearning for her orgasm, chasing that high only I can give her.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head and a delicious glow of perspiration glistens on either side of her shoulders, like oil catching the sun. I hear the first sound of her pleasure, the cry of ecstasy trying to tell the world how good she feels, and that’s when I crash my lips onto hers, swallowing the sounds like a starved man, but I know they won’t fill me up.
I’ll always be hungry.
I’ll always be savage when it comes to her.
When she comes down from her high, I bring my hand to my mouth and lick my fingers, gathering her nectar. I have the worst sweet tooth that can only be satisfied by the taste of her.
“I’m not done with you just yet,” I whisper into her ear, then take her hand in mine as I pull her behind me to go to the door in the back right corner. The door is encased in polished leather and above is a sign that says ‘Hall Of Lusts’ over it in bright purple.
Tomas knows who I am obviously, and allows me in. The moment someone steps inside, the music on the other side can’t be head. It’s soundproof.
“What is this?” she whispers, afraid to make a sound in the quiet hallway. It reminds me of someone being in the library. One sneeze, one cough, and all eyes will be on you for you to shut up.
There are a dozen doors, six on each side. Each door is the same, leather bound and encased in checkered metal. When it comes to these rooms, I wanted something for everyone.
There is a wide variety of options.
Girl on girl? Check.
Man on man? Club Lussuria has you covered.
A threesome? Done.
A solo act?
Whatever a customer wants, they can have.
Money can truly buy anything.
I take us to the middle door on the right and swing it open. Each of these rooms are soundproof too. For seating arrangements, I have a full-sized bed in every room. The headboard is a pink velvet, and in each room each bed is a different color. The walls are painted black, the light is dim, and to the right is a cabinet full of products from condoms to lube.
No toys. That’s just not hygienic, but if people want to B.Y.O.T. (Bring Your Own Toy), that’s fine by me. There is liquor, beer, and water to the left, just in case someone wants to be in here for a while. Lying on the silk sheets, that get changed every single time, is the menu of choice.
“What’s behind there?” she asks, peering through the window to try and see, but it’s too dark.
“You’ll see, Stellina. Come and sit next to me and tell me what you want,” I say, showing her the menu. To the right side of the bed is a panel of buttons to let the workers know what the customer wants.
“Oh my,” she coughs when she reads what’s available to order. “Oh my god. Wow.”
I kiss the nook of her neck and slip my fingers under the straps of her dress and bring them down her shoulder, so they are bare and available for my lips. “You decide, Stellina.”
She moans as I suck the spot below her earlobe. “I can’t focus when you do that.”
“Good. Focusing is overrated,” I reply, then kiss down her spine until the dress stops me because it covers up the rest of her. I cup her tits and hum when I feel the hard nipples rub against my palm. “You want to watch a couple? Male on male, perhaps? Or not, I don’t mind. I just want to share this with you. Surprise me, Stellina. All you have to do is hit that button.” I point to the panel, then lie back and relax. I lace my arms behind my head and watch her become flustered. The rate of her breathing changes. It hits me that maybe this is too much for her too soon. “We don’t have to do this, I just thought—”
“—No, I want to. I’m excited. I promise. Just nervous and don’t know what to do. This is such a new experience for me.”
“I plan to always be the man who takes all your firsts, Stellina.”
She turns her chin and places it against her shoulder, giving me a sweet, nervous smile as she chews her lip. “Ecstatic: Overwhelming happiness or excitement.”
“I’ll take that as a good thing?” I ask.
Her eyes fall to my lap and she lingers on my cock before standing, then walking to the panel. She presses a button and a simple beep confirms her order has been placed. She sits on the bed next to me and her hand immediately falls to the button on my pants.
She unzips and frees me from the prison, my cock standing as high as it has ever gone. Nora bends down and sucks me into her mouth, doing her best to take me to the back of her throat. “Fuck, Nora. That mouth.” I can’t help but to watch her, my cock splitting those lips and stretching her, knowing she’s uncomfortable.
It’s a sick ego stroke that I bring her pain like this.
I rip her off me, then spin her forward so she’s staring at the stage. “Keep sucking me like that and this will be over all too soon.” I yank off her panties, then curse again when I feel how wet she is.
The light on the other side of the mirror comes on and who I see shocks me. It’s a man in his twenties, a little older than Nora but younger than me, and he struts to the mirror so we can get a better look at him. “He can’t see us, so don’t worry,”’ I reassure her.
It’s a single man. He has no partner, but his cock is hard. Not as long as mine, but just as thick. He has heavy orbs between his legs and his hands fall to the glass, leaving a print. Music sounds and he begins to show us an erotic dance.
He has long blonde hair and brown eyes and he is using it to his advantage by swinging the luscious locks back and forth.
Nora stands and tries to undress but I stop her. “Leave it on,” I order. “I’m going to fuck you in it.”
The performer grips his cock and I grab Nora’s face and force her to look at him instead of me. “What made you pick a man?” I ask, appreciating the way the man’s abs flex with every upward stroke he gives himself.
“I wanted…” she tries to speak, but her voice is hoarse. “I wanted to imagine what you two would be like together while you were touching me.”
I push her against the glass and the barrier trembles. While it is soundproof, the dancer can see the glass shaking and he grins, knowing what’s going on behind the mirror. I lift her dress and press my cock through her folds, just like the night we messed around and she gave herself to me.
The performer gets on the small loveseat in the room, all dancers have to keep the props I provide them, so no cross contamination happens. His eyes lock on Nora’s, somehow knowing he is staring directly at her, and he begins to fuck the loveseat. I smash the button that allows us to hear his moans and the masculine guttural sound has my balls pulling tight.
It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man, but I don’t need to be with one. Nora is all I want, but it’s fucking sexy that we are watching him right now. His ass is plump like a bubble and while I watch him, I guide my cock to her entrance and push inside.
“Mateo!”
“Tell me what you’re thinking about.” Our eyes are locked on him and he changes position, grabs a flesh pocket toy from his bin, and begins to fuck it.
“Oh, fuck!” he shouts, keening off the loveseat as he uses the toy just like I’m using Nora’s pussy.
She gasps, her breath coming in and out like the choppy waves of a storm at sea. My thrusts are shallow and slow, waiting to hear what she has to say.
Her hands land on the mirror, the sam
e spot our performer put his and she says, “I imagine the two of you together, but it’s you in charge. You’re sitting on the loveseat, shirt opened so I can see your abs, and he is between your legs, sucking your cock.” Her pussy becomes wetter, and I moan when I feel it warm me.
My chin falls to her shoulder, and I bite the curve of her neck. “What else?”
“You tell him to do the same to me. I part my legs and his face dives between them. His tongue flicks over my clit and then you shove your cock into my mouth. He’s stroking himself—” Her voice breaks when it becomes higher “—and then he slides his cock into me.”
Since it is a fantasy, I don’t mind. It’s fucking hot thinking about it, but real life, no one comes near her besides me. I quicken my pace, unable to hold back anymore.
“What am I doing?”
“You’re fucking him,” she admits, crying out when I hit that special spot inside her. “He loves it. He wants you to fuck him harder and every time you do, it causes him to fuck me just as hard.”
“You’re fucking filthy,” a rumble possesses my tone.
“Feels so good. Don’t stop,” she begs, thrusting her hips against me as our tempo quickens.
The performer comes to the mirror and tosses the toy to the side. He wraps his hand around his length again, cursing as his balls slap against his hand and he jacks himself off.
He is a good looking bastard. No wonder he got the job. He’s pretty. He has elven like features, a delicate jaw and cheekbones and blonde hair that is platinum, but it’s his eyes that are the most intense. He speaks with them.
He’s turned on knowing what we are doing all because we are watching him.
Nora and I stare at him and he somehow manages to look at the both of us. His neck turns red and his arm stutters, telling me he is about to come.
Nora is too. Her pussy flutters around me and her whimpers are getting louder. “You can scream. No one can hear you here.” I fuck her as hard as I can, and the glass shakes every time our hips meet.