Pandora's Pleasure: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

by Vanessa Fewings

  “If at any time you want it to cease,” I told her, “express that.”

  She gave a nod, but instead of trepidation, the expression on her face was one of exhilaration. “The other person?”

  “He’ll be here soon.” I cupped her elbow and guided her toward the bar.

  She didn’t need to know that Theo had come earlier to prepare the room so that she didn’t see him. He would wait in the foyer until 9:00 P.M. and would soon take the elevator up to join us.

  “Drink?” Rounding the bar, I set about pouring two shots of tequila—a warm-up to the rule breaking she was about to explore.

  After sliding the drink her way, I returned to her side again. We clinked our glasses and threw our shots back. She gaped at the burn of liquor down her throat.

  “Tell me what your expectation is?”

  “I’ll lean over the bar.” She waited for my nod of approval. “You and another man will…touch me?”

  “You’re forbidden to move.”

  “You’ll be gentle?”

  “Show me where you expect to be touched.”

  She pressed her palm to her sex.

  “We’ll both play with your pussy. Understand?”

  Her irises dilated and she licked her lips, proving she was ready, needy even—her arousal crystal clear.

  “Should that go well, we’ll move on to what you requested from the card you chose.”

  “You’ll make sure…”

  “You’re soaking wet down there? Trust me, you will be. I will guide your every step. If at any time you’re unsure you must communicate that to me. If it’s too much…”

  “What if it’s not enough?”

  “Your eagerness is to be applauded.” I reached into my pocket. “Tonight, you’ll wear this. At no time take it off.”

  “A blindfold?”

  “If you do well here at the bar, we’ll advance.”

  This was the start of something wonderful for her. A woman caged all her life and finally able to break free and follow her own needs and desires. Watching her flourish under my control felt divine.

  Her face looked flushed from the tequila.

  It was enough to help her relax and give her the courage to see her reverie come to life. She looked beautiful tonight, but she always did. Her short black dress hugged her curves and the new heels gave her more height. Her blonde locks cascaded down her shoulders. Soon, when I pulled her dress down, her nipples would peak between those golden strands to tease.

  The twinkling of her necklace represented the possibilities of what lay ahead, moment by moment, playing out like a prism of erotic colors. She was giving herself over to be controlled.

  “Turn around,” I ordered.

  I wrapped the blindfold around her eyes and fastened it behind her head with the black silk. “I own you. Remember that.”

  “Yes, sir.” She shivered against me as I pressed up against her.

  “I’ll position you.” I took her hand and guided her over to the bar.

  She leaned over it, her head resting on the wood paneling, her hair cascading around her like golden waves.

  “Grip the other side.” I eased her hands forward to show her where to place them and watched her delicate fingers curl over the wood.

  After getting her comfortable, I lifted up her hem and hoisted it over her hips. Seeing her pussy glistening beneath the soft lighting made me want to savor this offering alone. My hand caressed her rounded cheeks, exploring her delicate porcelain skin.

  A familiar frisson went through me—the thrill of anticipation for what was to unfold.

  Someone knocked on the suite’s door.

  “He’s arrived.” My voice sounded gruff from my arousal.

  She nodded eagerly, letting me know she was ready.

  “He will see your cunt the moment he walks in. How does that make you feel?”

  “Oh,” she said softly, her voice dripping with lust, “I want this so much.”

  Calm your breathing.

  Damien’s last words before the room went silent—the only sound was his footfalls walking away.

  Until I heard the door to the suite open.

  I could see nothing, but wearing the blindfold brought me a sense of protection. Damien had to have known it would. This pose had been the gentlest of all the cards he’d shown me. He was easing me into the scene, maybe even building my trust.

  Damien could be harsh, though when we dived into play he was totally engaged with me and charming. As though this was where he flourished within each sensual moment…promising so much more that the ordinary.

  My body was sparking with energy, each cell craving attention. I was bent over, exposed, with them standing behind me. My flesh felt heated from the anticipation.

  Please…

  I’m so ready.

  I tried to imagine what the stranger might look like, if he was as gorgeous as my lover. If his touch would be gentle or firm.

  My fingers clenched the end of the bar—following orders was a blissful way of surrendering…giving over all my power and relinquishing all guilt.

  Good girls didn’t do this kind of thing. That had been my mantra all my life and it had imprisoned me. Now, in these unfolding seconds, I felt the bars opening on my confinement. My face burned when I felt a trickle of wetness from my arousal slide down my inner thigh. That sight would serve as an invitation to them, surely.

  Oh, God, the stranger would see that jeweled plug in my ass. I felt a flash of humiliation that my butt was on display.

  But right now I was merely a plaything.

  “You will obey,” commanded Damien. “I’m pleased to give you what you asked for.”

  I’d begged for it. This felt raw and real and the vibrancy caused my body to shimmer with desire. Listening, I heard what sounded like the removal of jackets and them being thrown on a couch or a chair—perhaps the rolling up of their sleeves as they prepared.

  I suddenly panicked at the thought I might be alone with the stranger. “Damien?”

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered.

  Relieved he was still here, a rush of need zinged through me as fingers trailed over my butt and squeezed. A hand pressed the arch of my spine to get me to raise my hips even more as firm fingers pinched my flesh—followed by a spank.

  “A butt plug,” said the stranger, his voice deep. “I approve.”

  My body thrummed as someone twisted that bejeweled toy around, causing me to gasp.

  My reaction seemed to incite one of them to hold my hips in place. My breaths came fast as I tried to hold still, unsure how to maintain this pose as another hand slid up my thigh, feeling the dampness there. My cheeks flamed knowing this stranger was caressing the evidence of my slutty imaginings. I clenched and relaxed my pussy, knowing they’d see.

  It was easier not having to look at them—Damien had known this, too. Making eye contact with them and then watching their reaction was something I wasn’t ready for…not yet.

  A shudder went through me when hands pressed against my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, as though offering me to those gentle fingers that now traced my folds and explored my pussy. I felt a sudden push, a shock as fingers penetrated me.

  “Nice and slow,” advised Damien.

  Because just yesterday, he’d been the first to ever enter me—the first man to ever take me there. My channel tightened fiercely around what felt like two fingers probing, then pushing farther in and slowly forging a rhythm of entry before withdrawing and reentering me. Soon the finger fucking was a constant stream of force—in and out as though the stranger was getting familiar with my form, penetrating in a rhythm until my thighs trembled and I felt a rush of vertigo.

  I was the centrifuge, suspended in time and place…separating into different particles. My asshole clenched my bejeweled toy to bear the unceasing fingering.

  “Play with her clit,” said Damien.

  Gritting my teeth, I dealt with the shock of the sudden withdrawal of those firm fingers, a
desperate moan escaping my lips. Those same fingers were now wholly focused on my clit, forging ahead with a frenzied flicking that delivered pure pleasure.

  The stranger caressed my clit while my vagina was being explored, the feeling delicious as two fingers pushed deep, probing, like they were sharing their exploration of my sex.

  I heard the sound of my stickiness, aware of how filthy all of this was for me. How I was being subjugated.

  What sort of girl does this?

  Let me be this unchaste, have this memory to cherish and recall later…my own personal secret, knowing two men had finger-fucked me.

  Were finger-fucking me.

  Firm hands eased my thighs wider apart—what I assumed was Damien’s grip holding me in place so there was no escape. Captured by his strength, I squeezed my eyes shut in surprise as a mouth met my sex, the shock of a firm and inquisitive tongue traversing along my folds.

  The stranger devoured me, fiercely lapping and licking, forcing pure delight into me, and through me, expelling doubt and fear as I gave myself over to them both, exulting in these heady sensations while pushing back into his face.

  “That’s enough for now.”

  No, it wasn’t.

  I needed more. Needed to be brought all the way—that orgasm snatched cruelly away, leaving me frantic with my hips rocking in wanton need.

  “You moved your legs,” came the chastisement from Damien. “When I place you, you stay in that exact position. Understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” I answered breathlessly.

  A harsh hand came crashing down on my ass, bringing agony ricocheting through my flesh, causing me to cry out. But then that same hand smoothed over the sting with a gentle caress.

  “This is your punishment,” the stranger warned.

  That voice…so familiar.

  Knuckles white, I gripped the edge of the bar as a torrent of strikes came crashing down on my buttocks, stinging my flesh and bringing heat, followed by a flood of arousal.

  My moans filled the room.

  “Want to move on to the next card?” asked Damien.

  Was I ready?

  How could I not be? Damien knew more than I trusted myself to know. He helped me straighten up and led me across the room, my feet moving cautiously from the blindness he’d imposed upon me, heading toward the couch and chairs, if I remembered correctly.

  A belt was being unbuckled; trousers being shed.

  “I’m putting a condom on,” Damien reassured me.

  With firm hands around my waist, I was turned and then pulled down to sit on top of Damien, right onto his lap facing forward. We were in one of the armchairs—I could feel the velvet beneath my fingertips as I gripped the armrests on either side. I felt the press of Damien’s erection against my back.

  This was what the card had displayed—a woman riding her lover as another man knelt before her and leaned in between both their thighs to get to her pussy.

  A tremble of exhilaration ran through me.

  I felt no trepidation at the thought of being seen this close up, ready to be impaled on a cock. Damien’s strong hands lifted me up and positioned his erection so that he slid in easily with my slickness, spearing me completely, my thighs wide and quivering.

  The unbearable fullness morphed into flashes of white in my imagination that lit up the darkness caused by my blindfold, like fireworks exploding in my solar plexus.

  We were together.

  Him and me and our secret lover.

  I was locked with Damien, my thighs pulled wider apart by unseen hands; my sex exposed for that dark stranger to admire. My wet pussy stretched taut by that cock, dangerously close to coming because the plug was stretching me beyond what I’d imagined possible as I felt the strain of double penetration.

  “Arms behind your back.” Damien ordered.

  Responding quickly, I brought my hands behind my back and held my wrists together, feeling even more vulnerable and unguarded from that second man who had to be close by now.

  Damien’s hands undid the halter-neck where it was tied at my nape and dragged down my dress until my tits were exposed and pebbling from the sudden cold. Fingers circling each areola tenderly, thumbs sweeping over beaded nipples. My breasts rose and fell rapidly beneath firm massaging and pinching. I felt a thrill from not knowing whose fingers were now stroking and touching and tweaking, as both men explored and probed each part of me.

  Feeling the heat of breath on my sex let me know the stranger was now leaning in fully between my thighs.

  I twisted my head, demanding a kiss from Damien.

  First, he bit my lower lip and then his mouth covered mine, forcing my lips wider so that his tongue could conquer me there, too.

  What that card hadn’t shown, what it couldn’t have shown, was the blinding pleasure I felt as their mouths crashed on my lips…and on my lips…

  The stranger was relishing each crevice and fold between my thighs, delighting in my taste with erotically charged noises of gratification as he indulged his mouth.

  I wished I could watch as he lavished attention on my sex, his tongue exploring, sweeping over where that mighty erection stretched my entrance. His frenzied worshiping of my clit in fast flicks and meaningful circles brought a heavy pang that morphed into an impossible nirvana.

  My mind splintered into nothingness.

  My body was being ravaged from every angle, breasts pinched and twisted, Damien’s cock filling me completely, my channel tight and grasping. My sphincter clutching that bejeweled plug with needy spasms. Damien was surely feeling the pressure against his erection as my muscles milked him—every part of me utterly seduced and tamed by them.

  “Come together,” demanded Damien, his voice gruff.

  Head back, shuddering violently, I climaxed into the center of this blinding pleasure, wrecked and ruined, eyes rolling back as freedom found me and I surrendered completely, shuddering and writhing; disappearing into the center of euphoria.

  Damien’s body stiffened behind me and his breath caught with the upward push of his hips, causing me to quake as he released his heat with a jerk.

  Stilling, our breaths slowed, limbs softening.

  Feeling cherished by them both, I slumped back against Damien.

  I had been adored and loved, all with nothing expected in return. This…this had been everything and more that I’d asked of him.

  He pulled me back into a hug, wrapping his arms around me. “That was perfect,” he said huskily. “Well done, Pandora.”

  Again…

  I wanted all of it again.

  Curled up like a kitten in the same chair I’d fucked her in, Pandora appeared spent and close to falling asleep. She was still wearing the blindfold to protect Theo’s identity.

  Quietly, I escorted him out of the suite into the hallway, keeping my foot stuck at the base of the door so I wouldn’t lock myself out.

  I tapped his arm with gratitude. “Thank you.”

  “My pleasure.” He shrugged into his jacket.

  “You’ll be able to make it home?” I was referring to the boner that had gone unsated because his role had been merely to lavish devotion on Pandora.

  He gave a smirk. “I can handle myself. She seemed to like it, right?”

  “She responded well.”

  “That was very generous of you, Damien, considering this arrangement could be temporary.”

  I shushed him. “Keeping her happy is my priority.”

  “So you like her now?” He looked unconvinced. “I thought she was just a PR move.”

  “Lower your voice.”

  He gave me sympathetic look. “I love you, bro. You always get the rough end.”

  “That’s not strictly true.”

  He moved closer. “It looks like her father’s scandal can’t be disappeared.”

  Which meant the death knell on our relationship had been rung.

  No, I wasn’t giving up so easily—not when I’d begun to find her so desirable. Not when I couldn�
�t push her from my thoughts when she wasn’t around. And certainly not when I’d had her come so deliciously on my lap five minutes ago.

  “Maybe it’s time to negotiate with Salvatore Galante? See if we can get him to drop the story."

  Theo arched a brow. “Your dad wouldn’t approve. No negotiating with the enemy and all that.”

  “I’ll think of something.”

  “You’ve no choice but to break it off with Pandora.” He glared at me. “You’re capable of doing that, right?”

  My mouth tried to form the proper words, and failed.

  “Damien?”

  “As soon as the optics look favorable.” Saying it caused my chest to tighten.

  I wasn’t done with her. There were more scenarios to play out with Pandora, more time needed to explore her secret fetishes—and mine. I had to admit that just being with her at times was enough.

  “Her parents threatened to send her back to Switzerland if her dad is locked out of the Cabinet.”

  “What the fuck?” I glanced up and down the hallway to make sure no one could overhear.

  Theo rested his palm on my shoulder. “Give a woman that experience—” He pointed back into the room— “and she’s going to be hard to get rid of.”

  “She asked me to expose her to more intensive play.”

  “Maybe it’s time to do the deed.”

  I gave him a pointed look. No, I don’t think I will, Theo.

  He fished his phone out of his pocket and stared at the screen. “Shit. You’ve been summoned.”

  “By who?”

  “Apparently you’re not answering your phone.”

  I rolled my eyes in annoyance. “Let me take Pandora home first.”

  “Make it her parents’ place.” He tapped his phone’s screen. “I’m getting a car for her right now. It’ll be here in fifteen.”

  “Stop trying to manage me. I’m not a campaign.”

  “Did you tell the construction crew on the Fairfield project to keep going?”

  “Might have.”

  He squeezed his eyes closed in frustration. “I’ll handle it, okay? Go home. I’ll take the call and face your dad’s wrath.”

  “I’ll call him in the morning.”