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

by Vanessa Fewings

  We were already wearing masks. I’d been gifted a bright red sparkling masquerade disguise that covered most of my face. Damien’s black-beaked mask covered his face completely. I understood why, but getting used to not seeing his face all night would take a while. I’d been warned never to remove it. I couldn’t imagine why I’d want to. Especially with the way this town gossiped. I loved the secrecy…the sense of doing something so forbidden at a party where all the guests were anonymous.

  Digging my fingernails into my palms, I tried to distract myself from this feeling of uncertainty and coming to terms with the idea that this was my new status: Damien’s lover. I’d always been destined to be a trophy, but with him I’d believed I could be more.

  There would be no marriage, but at least we would have each other.

  And maybe he would have to marry at some point; I just wished it could have been me. I was to be only a concubine—one who adored him enough to give up being with any other man. My future had quickly begun to unravel.

  Damien looked over at me and I tried to read the expression in his eyes, hoping to see how he felt about finally bringing me to Vanguard. The exhilaration I saw in him proved to me that he needed this more than he was willing to admit. It was the way his hand tightened around mine, that long look of desire we shared containing a multitude of emotions.

  The town car continued along dark roads leading away from his city apartment. We passed a sign for Woodland Drive.

  Damien stared at me. “Don’t you dare remember that.”

  “Remember what?”

  He could have been smiling behind his mask. “This is where your amnesia begins.”

  I drew in a sharp breath, realizing that all my dirtiest fantasies could come true. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted from tonight. Other than to experience what had been out of reach before.

  “Happy now?” asked Damien. I sensed his smirk. “Seems to me you always get your way, Bardot.”

  “I thought we were forbidden from saying our last names?”

  “Good point. It won’t happen again.”

  “Maybe I’ll spank you later for it.”

  “Yeah, not going to happen.”

  The tone of his voice sent a shiver down my spine.

  Damien reached over and his fingertips grazed my throat in a leisurely tease, causing tingles beneath his touch as he paused at the dip of my dress. “Obey me in all things.”

  I rested my head back. “Always.”

  He turned my head so our gazes met. “What do you want to happen?”

  “I want to watch.”

  “Do you want an experience?”

  “I’ll let you decide.”

  “It’s a simple yes or no.”

  I licked my lips. “Yes.”

  Theo was decent enough to keep his eyes on the road; if he had an opinion on anything we’d discussed he was keeping it to himself.

  “Ready to play?” asked Damien.

  A rush of feathers fluttered within, causing my core to tingle. “I feel it.”

  “A frisson?”

  That’s exactly was this was, a sudden sense of excitement that made the hairs on my forearms prickle. My skin felt flushed with awareness.

  Lush, imposing trees lined the roadway as though guiding us toward a private estate. The view of land opened up around us and a grand gothic house came into view.

  “Do as I say,” Damien ordered.

  My heart was racing. “I will.” A thrill of anticipation caused my chest to tighten.

  “Disobey and we leave,” he said sternly.

  His dominance was making me wet. Didn’t he know that’s what his sternness did to me? It caused my sex to quicken for his touch, made me long to have his cock buried deep inside me, his forceful thrusts dominating me.

  I want it all.

  My trembling fingers checked my mask yet again, finding it secure.

  We pulled up to the front lawn of the property. A fountain statue of a seductively posed nude woman spurted an arc of water from her mouth.

  “Stay close,” he said.

  I hoped we’d slowly be introduced to what was happening within those brick walls and not thrown into the fray too soon.

  A butler exited the mansion wearing a black tuxedo and waited for us near the front entrance. Damien climbed out of the car and assisted me, my high heels landing on gravel, his grip on my forearm forceful as he led me toward the manor.

  He didn’t even throw a glance at Theo, perhaps not wanting to draw attention to him. I heard the sound of wheels crunching small stones as Tamer drove back down the driveway.

  Trepidation rushed through me, but it was too late to back out—we were at the front door.

  Damien nodded at the doorman. “Any new art I might like?”

  “Yes, sir,” replied the butler. “A Monet.”

  “Hopefully it’s Waterloo Bridge?”

  “It is, sir.”

  I suppressed a smile. Damien had given the password to get us in. I assumed it had to change from time to time.

  After that intriguing exchange, I was escorted inside the manor. Waiting for us was a waitress who offered up a tray of champagne-filled glasses. Beside them lay a selection of red bracelets. Damien accepted only one drink and handed the flute to me.

  I lifted my mask a little and sipped the golden bubbles as we walked, grateful for something to quench my sudden thirst.

  With Damien’s fingers interwoven through mine, we strolled through the foyer and beyond, working our way toward the center of the mansion.

  “I need to talk with you,” he whispered.

  I glanced at him questioningly. “Okay.”

  “Let’s find a quiet place.”

  I admired the lavish décor around us—the high ceilings and stone brick walls. Enormous fireplaces and curvy wrought-iron sconces illuminated the place with dusky lighting. Large gilded mirrors reflected the low hung chandeliers—all of it lending to the theme of glamour and decadence.

  “No one will touch you unless you’re wearing a red bracelet.”

  “That’s good.”

  “If you want to touch someone, make sure they’re wearing one.”

  I downed the rest of my champagne. “Can I have another?”

  “You’ve had enough.” He took my empty glass and set it down on a table. “Nervous?”

  “Curious.”

  “Did I tell you that you look pretty?” His hand reached down and squeezed my ass.

  “Yes, you did.”

  “I thought we’d start off with your fantasy.”

  “Oh?”

  “I believe we’ll find what we’re looking for up here.”

  We ascended a staircase that had been hidden from view around a corner. It felt secretive.

  A masked couple hurried by, laughing.

  “How do you know what’s happening in each room?” I asked.

  “The rooms up here have themes.”

  “If you enter, you’re consenting?”

  “If you take a seat on the bed, you are showing consent. So, no sitting down unless you want to be part of the scene.”

  That was easy to remember. The doors were painted in different colors and I guessed that’s what Damien was following as he guided me along.

  He paused suddenly.

  Bumping into his back, I saw what he saw, a masked woman sitting back on a generously sized travel trunk with her legs spread wide while a man between her thighs suckled her pussy. They didn’t seem to see us; they were too caught up in each other.

  It was deliciously obscene, her throaty groans echoed around us. She turned her head and noticed us watching, her expression revealing she was pleased to share this moment with strangers. Her head fell back as she focused once more on her frenzied lover devouring her sex.

  We strolled by them, and I looked straight ahead, unsure whether staring was taboo. I felt my cheeks burning as Damien’s curious eyes studied me.

  It made me wonder what kind of things he liked to do when
he visited. Maybe he, too, had taken a stranger like that in the middle of a hallway for all to see.

  We paused before a purple door.

  Inside the room my eyes adjusted to the dim light and I blinked at the large bed covered in a purple silk sheet. Two men wearing tuxedos and a woman in a long green gown sat on the edge, talking softly. All three of them wore masks. A few other couples had gathered around apparently to watch them.

  We huddled in the farthest corner, close enough to see but far enough away to not draw attention.

  This is what Damien meant—my thoughts flashed back to the footage Madeline had shown me on her phone at the hotel. The same evening she’d told me that Damien loved this adult playground. Inspiring me to learn more. Be more.

  “Madeline told you,” I whispered.

  “We can leave if you want.”

  “No.”

  His palm traced my spine. “It’s going to get explicit.”

  We were about to watch the scene play out before us. A thrill in my solar plexus felt like sparking electricity had fused with my soul.

  All three of them stood and began removing their clothes, the men helping each other remove their tuxedos and then helping the woman strip out of her gown. One of them eased off her heels as the other leaned in for a kiss, their sensuality deeply touching.

  She sat between them on the edge of the bed as they explored her body, their hands tracing over her pert nipples and tweaking them. Their cocks erect now as they took their time surveying her nakedness.

  Both of them eased apart her labia as though wanting to expose more of her to the crowd. Complying, she parted her thighs to show her glistening sex, her legs trembling as they ran their hands over her and played with her pussy, dipping fingers and teasing her labia. One held her folds open while the other played with that small swollen nub, gentle fingers flicking as knowing looks were exchanged between them.

  Hidden in the shadows, I hoped no one looked our way, because for a second my hand had slapped to my chest in shock. It was erotic and brazen and daring…and arousing. Already the dampness between my legs revealed how turned on I was.

  “You okay?” Damien’s voice was almost imperceptible.

  I managed a nod, my attention riveted on the ménage à trois.

  The masked beauty was on her knees now with the men before her, dipping her head to take in one cock and then the other with her wide-open mouth—her hands working where her mouth had left off in a hypnotic rhythm set in motion as she deep-throated them in turn.

  In an explosion of passion, the men grabbed her up and ravaged her body, their mouths exploring every inch of her. Writhing together, the three bodies merged as they moved in sync upon the bed, all hands and mouths, stroking and tasting.

  One of the men reached down for his jacket, removing a small object. Then he smeared something on his finger…lube. His fingertip reached between her ass crack to smear the clear gel there and then he took her from behind, thrusting deeply until he’d buried himself inside her. Their lover moved swiftly to lay next to her, his erection disappearing as he thrust into her pussy, joining them.

  Just as I’d been spellbound by the footage, I was mesmerized here, seeing it in real time and being part of this erotic display. My heart soared when I saw that familiar look she offered to her lovers—a wanton gratitude for being taken so well by these masked men—her eyes darting to one and then the other. It was as though no one else was here. All three were too lost in each other to care about their audience.

  The woman seemed enraptured as she neared orgasm, groaning loudly, her thighs shaking as she writhed between them.

  My sigh matched hers as she came hard.

  Damien took my hand and pulled me from the room.

  “Well?” he whispered.

  Leaning into him, I said quietly, “No words.”

  “Want to take it up a notch?”

  “Yes!”

  I wondered exactly what he meant, but was too aroused to care. Both of us hurried down the hallway until we made it to another door.

  What happens in the Blue Room?

  The answer was soon revealed as we entered a dark dungeon, the furniture and contraptions unmistakably for BDSM. Only one other couple was present—a masked, naked submissive was secured to the Saint Andrew’s Cross with the back padded for comfort. She was being whipped by a male bare-chested master. Red welts covered her flesh. Proof of her arousal glistened between her damp thighs.

  Damien pulled me over to a long chain that hung from the ceiling. Raising my hands up in a gesture of consent, I watched as he took my wrists and clipped them into two metal cuffs, securing me with my arms above my head and my heels barely touching the floor.

  Exhilaration mingled with the addictive thrill of exploitation. In Damien’s eyes flashed dominance and desire, his need to see me vulnerable obvious from the way he mastered me.

  “No,” I said, playing along with his fetish.

  He paused, assessing my reaction.

  “How dare you!” I scolded him. “Do you know who I am?”

  His breathing became rapid and his pupils dilated, that familiar supremacy ruling our scene.

  “Fuck me hard,” I bit out. “Because you’ll never have me again after this.”

  “Jesus.” He went for my jaw, clenching it tight.

  A spark of arousal lit up like fireworks between us, our chemistry bubbling like a delicious poison both of us craved. His fingers reached behind my neck and unfastened my dress, dragging the top down to expose my breasts, causing my nipples to bead. Firm fingers worked around the pebbles of arousal as my eyes flittered across the room to the submissive.

  Her master’s left hand had parted her labia and he was tapping her clit with a whip. Gentle and seductive, as his sub’s half-lidded gaze hinted she’d tranced out.

  “You like that?” asked Damien.

  My focus returned to him. “Oh, yes.”

  He tugged at my dress until it shimmied over my hips and I stepped out of it. Then he knelt before me to slide my thong off until I, too, was as naked as that submissive, other than my high heels, which brought me a little closer to Damien’s height.

  The risk that someone could walk in at any second felt divine—the sense I was someone else…someone afraid of nothing.

  The scene on the opposite side of the room continued as though we weren’t here, other than an occasional glance I swapped with my counterpart, staring through our masks at each other—both of us being controlled and cajoled by our masters, teased and flicked, and licked and suckled, with our sighs intermingling and whispers resonating.

  Her master was holding a vibrator to her clit, causing her to shudder through her first orgasm, her deep-throated moans sounding primal as they rose higher as she climaxed.

  “Look how wet you are.” Damien’s fingers rose to my eyeline and he eased a fingertip into my mouth.

  I tasted my own musky sweetness, eyes flitting back to our mirror image of master and submissive. They were fucking now.

  “You just can’t look away, can you?” Damien’s voice sounded stern.

  “No, sir.”

  She’d wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands still tied to that device so all she could do was hold on with her thighs and let him have his way.

  My wrists were smarting from their metal bindings above and deliciously sore. I felt totally enraptured by this game, this flawless aura that had me obsessed with this spectacle.

  I’m here.

  Part of the play.

  From behind me, Damien’s strong hands positioned me to bend a little so that my ass came up. I heard the sound of his zipper coming undone, and felt eager for what came next. I rose onto my tiptoes, balancing in high heels. There came the glide of his cock along my crack, moving lower until it grazed my wetness, the tip nudging my pussy. I tipped my hips eager for that first thrust, and gasped as he buried deep. His hands controlled the thrusts that came hard and fast—a furious pounding.

  Two co
uples fucking in front of each other…our echoes mingling, the scent of sandalwood and raw carnal pleasures as we romanced each other with our dark fetishes. Our perfect coupling made me high.

  My orgasm was expertly held off as, on and on, euphoria stole my breath and held me suspended. The pleasure became blinding when Damien’s fingers reached around and flicked my clit to enhance his fucking.

  I was only able to stand due to the metal binds that held me secure. I felt him withdraw, leaving me feeling bereft, my cry of need drawing attention our way. But then his slick cock slid back to rest against my puckered hole.

  “Ready?” he said huskily.

  He’d be slick from my soaking wet pussy, I knew that, but this was new and though he’d prepared me with his bejeweled toys my heart still skipped a beat at how it might feel.

  My master was already there…he pushed the tip of his cock in, invading that space, bringing the sensation of fullness with his invasion, causing my thighs to tremble as he impaled me.

  Muscles within gripped him tight as a detonation of pleasure burst inside me, my pussy jealous of his cock and the intense sensations that kept unfurling.

  I slowly rocked my hips with him behind me, wedged deep, as his erection glided in and out until all I knew were us and them…and the space between.

  His warmth entered me suddenly, his body going stiff against me as he came, his arm around my waist holding me still so he could ride out his climax.

  I want to stay like this forever…

  Leaning forward, dangling from cuffs, my thighs spread wider for balance as he let go. My breathing was ragged and I was feeling awestruck by what we’d done, a stark beatitude rising as though this was our church and we were the worshiped ones…our sex as primal as it was sacred.

  My soft sighs filled the room.

  He untied me and I fell against him, needing a few minutes to just be, to breathe. No words were needed because all we’d wanted was this moment of no barriers between us—a dark evening to cherish.

  Damien gathered my dress and panties and led me into an adjoining bathroom. Both of us nurtured each other as we made ourselves ready. He tenderly washed away the remnants of our adventurous lovemaking.