Her Confession

by S. Valentine

  “Do you want some champagne?” he asked them.

  “Sure.”

  Gabi leant over to pour them both a glass. Darion got an eyeful of her perfect cleavage, encased in a red silk bra. He groaned inwardly. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. He noticed that Jayce had noticed, a seemingly satisfied smile on his lips. Gabi handed them their drinks, and flicked back her blonde hair.

  Darion snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She took hold of his hand and squeezed it, due to nervousness, or happiness, he had no idea. He brushed his lips against hers softly.

  He waited patiently whilst the girls made small talk. He and Jayce knew the score, knew what they wanted. It was the women that needed to get familiar with one another in order to feel at ease. Within ten minutes, they were giggling away, the alcohol obviously having kicked in. Darion was relieved when Jayce suggested they take the conversation elsewhere.

  He didn’t miss Gabi’s eyes widening, and a flicker of worry crossed her face. It was normal. He’d been like that the first few times he had experienced swinging. He knew that when Gabi adapted to his world, she would enjoy it as much as he did. How could she not enjoy being brought to pleasures she had never known?

  “Remember, darlin’…” He leant closer to her, running his thumb gently across her bottom lip. “You lead the way.”

  Chapter

  Thirty-One

  Gabi

  With a sharp intake of breath, Gabi slowly rose to her feet. As she turned and took in the black door at the back of the room, she felt her stomach flip with nerves. She closed her lids for a second, regaining her composure. I can do this, she told herself. Eva is wrong. I can keep my man happy.

  She followed Darion down the strip of red carpet toward the playrooms. Darion had told her she could lead the way; therefore she could choose the room. She didn’t fancy stripping off to her underwear and getting in the hot tub like last time. Nor did she fancy fumbling around in the dark room, where everyone just felt around, and got on with it, trying to join in with her and Darion.

  “Maybe we can check out the room with the four beds,” she said to Darion softly, having made up her mind. At least the beds were widely spread apart, so you couldn’t really make out what the other couples were doing. It seemed a little more private as could be in that sort of place.

  “Whatever you want, Gabi.”

  Darion nodded at the security guard, Travis, and entered the corridor which led to the rooms. Jayce and his girlfriend Leah were searched by Travis, to ensure they didn’t have any recording devices or cameras, and then they were standing next to them. Gabi felt her cheeks heat, and was relieved the red ceiling spotlights would have camouflaged it. Digging her nails into her hands, she braved peering into the rooms on either side of her.

  In the room to her left, a naked couple were having intercourse, whilst several others watched. The floor was also occupied with people pleasuring one another, all underneath a large ceiling mirror.

  As the man pounding into the woman on the bed looked up, Gabi turned away, coyly. Meanwhile, Jayce, Leah, and Darion stood rooted to the spot, transfixed on them, the dark hunger on their faces clearly apparent. Gabi wished she had another drink to hand.

  Turning on her heel, she peered into the room on her right. The hot tub was full of writhing bodies, as suspected. Continuing down the hall, she froze when she came to the room which resembled a dungeon. She was unable to stop her mouth from falling open. A man was strapped against the wall, whilst a woman wearing a PVC cat-suit whipped him forcefully. Gabi could see the red indents in his skin where the whip had lashed him. He had a ball-gag stuffed in his mouth to keep him quiet, and a leather eye-mask restricting his vision.

  Gabi swallowed the lump that appeared in her throat, and licked her dry lips to moisten them. She stared at the scene before her, feeling utterly bewildered. A woman was sitting naked in the leather sex-swing, her legs apart, whilst a man penetrated her. She caught sight of another woman with her wrists and ankles tied up, on all fours, whilst several people pleasured her, hands everywhere. Her glazed eyes met Gabi’s, to which she took a step back. How did she not feel degraded, dirty? But then she guessed that was the whole point—fulfilling kinky desires.

  Her heart slammed in her chest. Darion startled her by placing his hand on her waist. He asked if she was ready. She nodded. Her breath held tight inside her with anticipation. Her palms were damp, shaking slightly. She tried to stop her mind racing by telling herself that she had been in the playrooms before, enjoyed them even. Do only what you’re comfortable with.

  “Gabi.” Darion eyed her cautiously, his tone soft and soothing. “If you’re having second thoughts, we can leave.”

  She sucked in air, gathering her courage. “I’m fine.” She manufactured a smile.

  His mouth curled wickedly, his irises darkened with desire as he destroyed her with a slow sweeping look. Gabi felt her confidence soar at the way Darion wanted her so much, the way he made her feel so sexy, so desired. She felt the stirrings of lust, and couldn’t wait to get her hands on him.

  A low laugh escaped from his lips, as if he knew what she was thinking. Before she knew it, he had his hands in her hair, and his mouth hard on her lips, kissing her urgently, hungrily. As his tongue roamed in her mouth, sending her heart racing, and goosebumps spreading over her body, she felt herself being backed into one of the rooms.

  As she kissed him and unbuttoned his shirt, she fell back onto a large round bed. She forgot everyone and everything around her but Darion, the feel of his smooth kiss, his warm, leisurely licking tongue, the smell of his musky aftershave, and manly hands skimming under her dress. Her stomach somersaulted as his hand stroked between her legs.

  She yanked the clip out of her hair, allowing it to tumble down her back. Darion playfully nipped her lip. How sexy can one man be? she thought, tearing his shirt off, studying his body. She ran her tongue up the middle of his chest slowly. Then she caught his nipple in her mouth, and circled it with her tongue. Darion let out a low grunt as she flicked over it faster, sucking it. Pulling back, she placed a trail of firm kisses across to his other nipple, capturing it between her lips. Darion tensed, grinding his teeth, his senses clearly reeling, as much as her own.

  I can keep my man happy. The words echoed in her mind.

  When he opened her dress, exposing her red underwear, she searched for Jayce and Leah. They were lying next to them, only inches apart, also kissing and undressing one another. When Jayce unclasped Leah’s bra, Gabi couldn’t refrain from stealing a glance at her perfectly pert breasts. When Jayce lowered his mouth to them, Gabi’s pulse quickened, heat surging through every cell in her body as she surprisingly became aroused. When actually in the playrooms, in the middle of all the action, it was like being possessed. As pleasure took over, nothing else seemed to matter. The person you were only minutes before was long gone. Every fantasy, fetish, dirty dream, or kinky thought that popped into your mind could be made true and no one batted an eyelid. The air smelt of nothing but sex―unadulterated pleasure.

  The room is pretty dark. No one can see you, except for Jayce and Leah, but they’re busy doing their own thing, Gabi told herself. Give it your all. If you don’t enjoy it this time, then you never have to return.

  “Darion…” She curled and uncurled her fingers. “I don’t want to get fully naked.”

  “Then don’t,” he said, planting a soft kiss on her lips.

  Her bra was pulled down so her breasts were resting above it. Darion’s lips surrounded her nipple. With each vicious lick, she closed her eyes. She felt her tense muscles beginning to relax, and the nervousness subsiding. His hand cupped her other breast, tweaking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a sharp but pleasurable pain.

  Darion then unzipped his jeans, releasing his cock. Guiding her, he placed her hand on his length. Gabi hesitated a moment before sliding her hand up and down his shaft firmly, but slowly. A cry left Darion’s
throat. His erection was smooth, hard, ready…the tip glistening. Gabi massaged his balls softly with her other hand.

  Darion’s head whipped back, the muscles in his neck taut, his face contorted in a grimace. It pleased Gabi seeing him so turned on. Her treacherous body strained toward his, telling her she wanted him, that it didn’t matter about the location, the people surrounding them, that she could surrender to the intense feelings pulsing through her body.

  When Darion lay onto her, she encircled her legs around his waist. She brushed her pelvis against his rock hard length, moaning softly as she felt a throbbing sensation. A needy ache rippled through her, torturing her. She gasped as the tip of his cock slid in, making her clamp her lips together to trap her moans. Her body once more overruled her mind. She couldn’t deny it. She was helpless. She wanted more. Needed more. Wanted to feel all of him.

  Darion thrust his hips upwards, getting deeper. Stealing a glance at him, she saw his eyes were glowing with an alluring mix of lust and desperation. Withdrawing, he pushed back into her with soft, shallow plunges, teasing her. Gabi’s sex fluttered. As his tip prodded her entrance with slow movements in and out, she gripped his ass, pulling him into her. The urgency became overwhelming; every part of her needed his rough tough.

  “Harder,” she murmured into Darion’s ear breathlessly, now shutting everything out around them, focusing solely on him and her.

  A slow smirk crept across his face. “You want it hard?” He ran his tongue along her bottom lip slowly, tantalising her. “Okay.”

  Spreading her legs further, he pushed in deeper. Gabi cried out as he slid in all the way, filling her completely. She arched her back, biting her lip, unable to take his now powerful plunges. Grinding his hips, he filled her aggressively, possessively claiming every bit of her, taking her to her limits. She felt a little light-headed at the fullness of his length, her body both accepting and refusing it. It was too much. But she had asked for it. She clawed his back, gritting her teeth.

  “Darion…”

  He thrust in and out of her fiercely―fast, hard―making the pressure build up inside. Desire surged through her blood. She watched him panting, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he jerked his hips, grinding into her. Taking a fistful of his hair, Gabi pulled on it, yanking his head down.

  She greedily searched for Darion’s mouth, wrestling her tongue with his, licking, sucking, tasting, groaning. Her teeth clashed with his as she kissed harder. Gabi felt her lips beginning to swell.

  As Darion continued rocking into her, making her writhe, and moan out, she turned her head. Leah was naked, except for a miniscule thong, which was pulled to the side as Jayce feasted on her. Leah’s fingers were gripping his hair, pulling him closer. Her lips were parted with the moans he was eliciting from her. Gabi assumed they weren’t new to the swinging world.

  She knew Darion was enjoying the show as his thrusts became faster. As he hit her inner walls, tension coiled in her stomach. She felt her body tremble as Darion bucked his hips, grinding into her at a hurried pace. Her body was slick with sweat, her heart racing, her skin tingling.

  She felt Darion’s cock throb inside her. Her sex clenched as spasms of pleasure shot between her legs. She took in a deep breath, feeling herself build higher and higher. Struggling to maintain control, her body shuddered powerfully as intense wave after wave rippled through her. She orgasmed loudly, moaning with quivering lips.

  Gasping for air, she felt Darion clutch her tightly as he continued to slam into her, her heart beating frenetically. Torment twisted his face. He threw his head back and climaxed deep inside her, shaking and groaning her name.

  “Fuck…” He finally stilled and collapsed on top of her.

  Gabi reached down and stroked his face softly. She remained in a crumpled heap as she basked in the afterglow of the steamy session. She had done it. She had managed to lose her inhibitions again and participate in Darion’s kinky play. Like him she was silent, and observant, taking in the surrounding people reaching their own orgasms, watching as they fell apart, surrendering, screaming out.

  After a few seconds, Darion pushed himself into a seated position. Gabi readjusted her breasts in her bra, and pulled her dress together slightly. She looked toward Jayce and Leah. He was now inside her, pounding away. He didn’t stop until they both climaxed loudly, shaking and groaning.

  When Jayce and Leah had obviously recovered from their orgasms, they also sat up. Gabi swallowed as Jayce’s eyes travelled up and down her body. He edged toward her, and the mischievous expression on his face was as clear as day. She knew what he wanted. It was what they were there for, to swap.

  She glanced at Darion when she felt him squeeze her hand. Leah was now positioned next to him. “Are you still okay with this, Gabi?” he asked.

  She felt the thudding of her heart as if she had run ten kilometres. She rubbed her chest, feeling a heavy, painful ache. Darion still wanted to go ahead and swap partners. He obviously wasn’t fully satisfied. Before she had time to respond, Jayce forcefully pressed his lips against hers. She tore away for a moment; catching sight of Darion’s questioning expression.

  “Gabi?”

  “Yes, I’m fine with it,” she replied. Just go with the flow, Gabi. You can stop at any time if it becomes uncomfortable.

  She was able to witness Leah kissing Darion frantically before her head was jerked sideways by Jayce. His tongue filled her mouth. His kiss was unlike Darion’s. It was gentler, definitely less demanding, and he tasted different. She didn’t care that Jayce was a well known actor, and that thousands of girls would have killed to be in her position. The only man she wanted was her boyfriend and him alone. Regardless, she decided she would try and give Darion what he wanted.

  Pushing Jayce onto his back, she straddled him. She kissed him with as much passion as she could force. She ran her hands through his hair, pulling him in closer. Surely Darion would be enjoying the little show. She planted kisses along Jayce’s collar bone, her palms now sliding down his chest.

  As Jayce wriggled beneath her and yanked her head down for another kiss, Gabi looked across at Darion. She noticed Leah stroking his biceps, her eyes glowing with delight, as if she didn’t know what to do first with her precious prize. Gabi could feel her irises burning with jealousy. Even when Jayce tweaked one of her sensitive nipples over her bra, her utmost turn-on, she desperately wanted to slap his hand away. Her focus remained solely on Darion.

  She watched as his lips pressed against Leah’s skin, slow, lingering kisses along her neck. Leah’s hands gripped her hair, her features screwed up, her body squirming, as if she was unable to take the pleasure being lavished upon her. She thrust her pelvis upwards, obviously in need of more, in need of release from the teasing, just like Gabi so often did.

  His lips met hers, and they seemed to be kissing savagely, unable to get enough. Finally pulling apart, Darion’s fingers caught hold of hers for a moment, where he squeezed them tightly, to remind her of the strong bond they supposedly shared.

  When he withdrew his hand, his head lowered to Leah’s stomach. His mouth travelled down her skin, causing her to arch her back and whimper. The kisses were going lower, toward her navel. With every kiss he landed on her, Gabi could see Leah writhing around. The hand that had held hers only a second ago was now hooking into the top of the Leah’s underwear. By the time Darion’s lips were almost between her legs, the material was at Leah’s knees, and she was exposed. Gabi’s breathing suspended as Darion’s head sunk lower, and lower. Then he looked at Gabi for a final time, in what she believed was to further seek permission to ravish Leah with his tongue.

  ***

  Darion

  Darion swallowed the lump in his throat and sucked in air. He sat back on his heels for a moment. Leah was spread out before him, trying to reach for him, a look of desperation on her face. He knew she wanted him, knew it was his tongue she urgently needed to bring her to an orgasm.

  Stroking himself through his trouser
s, he ducked his head. Surely he hadn’t gone soft, had he? Grinding his teeth, he wondered what was happening. He had never experienced erectile problems in the playrooms. Ever. What was happening?

  He lifted his head to check on Gabi again. She was sitting on top of Jayce, with her arms hooked around his neck. She was in her underwear, her dress at her feet. Her lips were attached to his and she appeared to be enjoying herself, but he couldn’t be certain. He wished he could see her eyes, read her expression.

  He reached out and gently shook her arm in a bid to get her attention. Before he got a chance to speak with her, he caught a figure from the corner of his eye. He stopped in his tracks. He lifted his head. There she was, complete with long black waves cascading down her back, petite tattooed arms, on the verge of bringing a man to climax. She threw her head back and laughed. It couldn’t be. Could it? He’d told her to steer clear of the playrooms when he was using them.

  He drew in a slow, steady breath. His mouth was dry, his heart racing wildly, his hands shaking ever so slightly. Turn around, he thought, transfixed on the flawless naked body on the bed opposite. Turn around.

  She did.

  Her brown eyes met his, and he instantly felt his muscles soften as he relaxed. For once, Eva hadn’t broken an agreement.

  Chapter

  Thirty-Two

  Gabi

  Gabi brushed her lips briefly against Darion’s. However he pulled her in for a deeper kiss. She could taste strawberry on his tongue. It must have been the flavour of Leah’s lip-gloss or chewing gum, or something. Her stomach somersaulted, an acidic feeling appearing in her throat, and she felt on the verge of vomiting. Swallowing quickly, she held it down.