Elicit: (Decadence After Dark Book 5)

by M. Never

  “I don’t give two shits about business right now. Or that fucking two-hump chump you’re about to service.” I sink my middle finger deeply into her pussy. “I care about this”—I pump my hand, causing her to clench tightly around my finger—“being all mine.”

  “Jett.” Her voice pitches as she drops her head, caught in an ambush of ecstasy.

  “Mmm, say it again.” I strum her clit with my thumb as I finger her.

  “Jett,” she sighs submissively.

  I could fuck her right here, right now, but a quickie wouldn’t sate me. Not when it comes to London. Not when I want to draw out every single moment and savor every sexy, stimulating second.

  “Promise me it’s mine. Promise me it’s all mine tonight.” I steal an orgasm, forcing her to come on my hand. After two months, I know her body better than she does. I know just how to manipulate it, tease it, and thrill it. I know exactly how to achieve my desired results.

  “It’s all yours!” she declares as she jerks fitfully in my grasp. Good little robin.

  “Don’t ever forget it,” I hiss, as I suck her sweet juice from my saturated fingers.

  “I expect you in my room tonight. Bring a friend.” I bite her earlobe before releasing her, leaving her panting against the wall.

  I adjust my pounding cock as I walk down the hallway. It’s the most satisfying torment, knowing what’s to come but forced to wait.

  I make myself comfortable at Kayne’s office desk, open the wall to the monitors, and surf around until I find London. She’s with a client, Marcus. A young hotshot compared to some of the men who frequent this house. It’s not cheap to be a member of Mansion, and many of the “businessmen” dabble in hefty and highly illegal white-collar transactions on the side. It’s sort of perfect how Kayne and I have them by the balls in more ways than one. I watch pensively as London tends to her high-class john. Resting my elbows on the armrests and steepling my fingers in front of my lips, my heart hammers and so does my arousal as they get right down to business. No foreplay, no wasted time. Just lips around an impatient cock.

  Fucking adolescent. He has no idea how to really handle a woman like that. All he knows is she sucks a phenomenal dick and can ride him into oblivion, which she’s done several times this month. A small flare of annoyance—okay, jealousy—flickers. Not because London is with another man. No, she can fuck every client on my list. What bugs me is the comment Marcus made the other night. “She’s one worth pursuing.” Yes, he was here only three days ago. In the very same position he’s in now, having his mind blown.

  Ever since I placed London on elite status, her schedule has been filled with only selective men. It’s an extra ten thousand dollars to experience her on top of the yearly membership fee. And Marcus has dropped sixty thousand this month alone.

  London unleashes all her feminine wiles, reducing Marcus to a puddle of goo. And all I can think about is how right he is—London is one worth pursuing. Too bad Marcus won’t ever get his chance. I won’t allow it. He may have her now, in this brief moment. He may whisper niceties and promise her beautiful things, but he can never give her what I can. He can’t reach into her mind and touch the place she guards so well. Guards with her life. But I penetrate it even if she doesn’t realize it yet. Or doesn’t want to recognize it. My little bird has secrets, that’s perfectly clear, but beneath those secrets is a passionate, mysterious, shadowy woman. A woman who’s just as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. A woman who’s smart, and sexy, and funny, and fucks like a porn star. What man wouldn’t want that? Want her?

  Well, this man is no fucking idiot. He knows what he has, or at the very least what he wants, and will stop at nothing to keep his obsession close.

  He’ll lie, he’ll cheat, he’ll deceive as long as he gets to keep the woman of his fantasies right by his side.

  I wait for London in the dim light of my room after I watched all I could stand of her and Marcus. The show was good, but I’m ready for the real thing. I’m ready for flesh and blood and a harmonizing of incessant hunger.

  I’m ready to feel her.

  The door creaks open and in slip London and Jenna. No surprise there. Those two have become thick as thieves. Sugar and Spice and everything nice. When these two get together, that statement is never truer.

  Together, they slither through the shadows and make themselves comfortable on the bed, laying on their stomachs across the mattress, facing in my direction.

  “We’re here,” London purrs, still adorned in strands of pearls. “Whatever shall you do with us?”

  “I have a few ideas.” A salacious smile spreads across my face. This isn’t the first time the three of us have played. “I want to watch.”

  That’s all I need to say. They know exactly what I want and know I’ll be displeased if I have to wait.

  And no one wants that.

  With a salacious look of her own, London turns her head, planting her lips square on the sandy blonde. I instantly respond, my body temperature rising rapidly. The two engage in a red-hot embrace, tongues brushing and mouths parting. It’s a good warm-up, because I plan to have my cock buried so deep down London’s throat it’ll feel like an oral workout.

  I stroke myself, seated in the plushy accent chair as I watch the two wild women put on a performance. Just the way I like.

  They shift to their knees, providing an unobstructed view of their lean bodies, their roaming hands and exploring mouths. I feed right into their enjoyment, physically reacting to the pornographic show. My balls ache as I slowly jerk myself off, prolonging the need as long as I can. But those two women are seductive, and they know it. Eyeing me as they lick each other’s nipples and stroke their own clits, tempting me with their horny sighs and keening squeals.

  Jenna attempts to remove London’s pearl thong, and that’s when it’s time to interject.

  “Leave it.” I rise and saunter over to the bed. They both freeze, awaiting my next instruction. “You two are very naughty girls.” I unbutton my fly and slide off my jeans.

  “Would you have us any other way?” Jenna flirts.

  “No,” I confirm, leaning in and gifting her a graze of my tongue between her plump lips, entangling our mouths in a heated kiss. “I want you to make my little robin come.” I trace the sheen of wetness coating her lips.

  “Yes, Jett,” she submits. French isn’t the only thing London has taught her.

  I grab London by her necklace of beads and draw her face next to mine. She smells like a bouquet of flowers. Warm and fresh.

  “This is just the beginning for you tonight,” I murmur in her ear before I pull her down and position her exactly the way I want her. On her back, head hanging off the side of the mattress and legs splayed.

  “Lick her,” I order Jenna.

  Like the good little obedient she is, she spreads London’s bare folds then dips her head between her legs, dragging her tongue over the hot, pink flesh and sole line of pearls.

  I grab my cock as it throbs. The sight is beyond electrifying.

  “Elle goûte si bon, ne marche pas, elle?” I ask. She tastes so good, doesn’t she?

  “Comme des bonbons,” Jenna replies. Like candy.

  “Don’t stop,” I heave as I line up the head of my erection with London’s mouth. “Open.” I poke her lips impatiently, thirsting to immerse my cock into the wet recesses of her expert mouth. I sink in deeper with every widening inch of her jaw until she’s swallowed every bit of me. I let out a tortured groan as I greedily pump my hips, selfishly taking everything she has to give. Exploiting her helpless state for my own self-indulgent desires.

  “Make her come.” I lean over and assist in the fiendish French kiss. London bucks as Jenna and I work her over. The two of us tangling our tongues over her clit, using the pearls to our devious advantage in order to drive her mad. London’s vibrating moans and hums around my cock cause it to swell, to pump painfully hard with an influx of blood.

  “Make her come,” I press
again as my control runs away with itself, faster than the gingerbread man.

  With a firm tongue-lashing, Jenna sinks two fingers into London’s pussy as I ruthlessly fuck her face. I latch onto her clit and suck as she begins to spiral. Her erratic vibrations and suction of her mouth slingshot me higher. I hit my peak with the first taste of her syrupy sweetness. My body locks up in delectable agony as London and I both rupture. As we both burst with arousal and swallow the outpour of each other’s filthy breach.

  I moan lightheadedly, unwilling to detach my mouth from her swollen little nub.

  “So good. Always so fucking good.” I lick London languidly, and she shivers.

  “We aren’t going to forget about you.” I plant a firm, possessive kiss on Jenna’s lips. “I want to hear you moan, too.”

  I withdraw my semi-hard cock from London’s mouth and haul her up. She has a dazed look in her eye. My little bird just flew higher than a kite. “Make her moan, and then make her come.” I nod my head at Jenna.

  Like the cat she is, London slinks across the mattress to Jenna. Jenna lays on her back and drops her knees, and London doesn’t waste a second burying her head between her thighs. Jesus, the sight is erotic as hell. Jenna bowed half-naked on the bed as London eats her out. If I didn’t have other plans for her, I’d sink my cock in London’s ass and demand her to make Jenna come like that all night.

  But I do have other plans. Plans that can’t wait. Because tonight I’m going to make London all mine.

  I SWIRL MY TONGUE AROUND Jenna’s clit exactly the way she likes. She moans euphorically as she climbs to her peak.

  “Oh, god, just like that.” She splays her legs as far as they will go and rocks her pussy against my face. She’s so soft and sweet that I sink my tongue into her dewy entrance for one last taste.

  “You’re going to make me come,” she pants, her voice nothing more than a tortured whisper.

  “So come.” Jett caresses my backside as I urge Jenna on before I feel him shift my beaded thong to the side.

  “Whatever you do, don’t stop licking her,” he instructs me as he smears cold, wet lubricant from the line of my ass to the crease in my folds. I breathe a little more anxiously from the new sensation. Then there’s penetration. Double penetration. I lick faster, more erratic from the surprise intrusion.

  “London!” Jenna flies apart as Jett works the vibrator into both holes. A long, thick rubbery shaft into my pussy and a string of firm anal beads into my ass. I gasp as I’m slowly stretched and overwhelmingly filled. Jenna proves to be a welcome distraction to the initial strain on my body as she floods my mouth with come.

  “Such good girls.” Jett spanks me hard, causing my muscles to squeeze around the large foreign objects lodged inside me as Jenna and I pant for different reasons.

  Jett pulls me up to my knees by the thick collar of my pearl necklace. “I told you it was just the beginning for you,” he hisses in my ear, and I erupt in goose bumps. Jett’s threats are deliciously erotic. And he always makes good on his promises. I learned this early on. What he says, he means. And I can’t even begin to imagine what he has planned for me tonight. Whatever it is, I’ll gladly go along with it.

  Jett is my snowstorm.

  The snowflakes fell furiously, and before I knew it, I was covered by them. By him. Buried. Trapped. Cold, but still warm all at the same time.

  That’s his power, his magic. His beauty. Even in the darkness, you can still sense his presence. He can affect you. Touch you without any physical connection. I never thought anyone could penetrate my darkness, but he has. Effortlessly, like there was none there to begin with at all.

  I wish.

  “Jenna, you can go.” Jett dismisses her, ready to unleash his full attention on me.

  She moves to slip off the bed, and right before she does, Jett pulls her close to us. He hooks his arm around her waist and kisses her gently, warmly. “Stay out of trouble, beautiful.”

  She giggles softly, putty in his hands.

  “I can’t make any promises.” She slinks off the bed and saunters to the door, clicking it softly behind her. As soon as we’re alone, the tension in the room skyrockets. A sexual combustibility thickening the air.

  “Did you do as I said?” Jett runs his hands down my sides, possessively following the curves of my hips. “Does every drop belong to me tonight?”

  “Yes, Jett,” I purr.

  “It’d better.” He squeezes both my ass cheeks, reminding me of the toy ready to destroy. “Stay.” He slides off the bed buck-naked and opens his drawer of kink. Every time he fishes into his nightstand, he pulls out some kind of naughty paraphernalia. Tonight, it seems to be fully stocked because he retrieves one item after another. My pulse races.

  Dropping the handful of chains and rope and leather on the bed, he commands, “Face me.”

  I turn on my knees so I’m looking at myself in the mirror. Jett a half an arm’s length away.

  He groans as his fingertips journey down the thick strings of pearls covering my chest.

  “This may be one of the sexiest outfits I’ve ever seen you wear.”

  I smile minutely, attempting to conceal my satisfaction. “Who did you choose it for? Me or Marcus?”

  My secret elation disappears. Why is he asking a question like that? I remain silent, fearful of retribution. “London?” He wraps the pearls around his fist and jerks lightly. “I asked you a question, and I expect an honest answer.”

  I swallow anxiously before I answer. “Both.”

  “Explain.”

  “I wore it for Marcus because I thought it would be good for business. I wore it for you because I thought you would like it. I thought you would find it sexy.” The last part of my sentence tapers off into an insecure whisper.

  There’s a beat of tense silence before he responds. “You were right. I do find it sexy. I find it sexy as hell.” He yanks the beads again, a little harder this time, smashing our lips together for a scorching, oxygen-stealing kiss. I melt against him, a slave to his possessive tongue and starving mouth. Jesus, Jett can kiss. I clench the dual-pronged toy wedged deeply into my core, resurrecting my arousal. My need for this man is more colossal than the Titanic.

  “I am going to make you come so hard, so many times, that you’re going to feel it in your fantasies. You’re going to dream only of me. There’s you and me, and then there’s everything fucking else. Correct?”

  “Yes,” I reply rapidly.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Jett.” I crack my eyes open and stare into a sea of prolific aqua currents.

  “Mmm, good girl.” He nuzzles my neck right above the choker of pearls. “Those words, your voice . . .” He lets the sentence linger.

  What about those things?

  Taking one of the ropes, he begins his intricate craft from my elbow to my wrist, knotting the soft string in a sophisticated design. He ties the leftover strand tightly to the iron railing around his bed, then copies the same action on my other arm until I’m secured and stretched and at his mercy, an angel fish on a line, dangling directly in front of him. Bound and subservient, exactly the way he likes. Exactly the way he wants.

  Jett steps back, admiring his handiwork with a triumphant gleam in his eyes. “You’re beyond beautiful,” he breathes serenely, stepping closer. “Completely exhilarating.”

  I try to conceal my pessimism. Try not to associate my horrid past with that one simple word. A word that’s pure to Jett but tainted to me.

  Jett’s facial expression falls. He can read me like a goddamn book. He picks up on even the smallest, most unnoticeable reaction, like we’re in tune.

  “Why don’t you believe me when I tell you that?” he finally questions me. Jett tells me I’m beautiful and amazing and bewitching every time we’re together. No man has ever cared enough to engage my mind as much as my body, but Jett does. His pleasantries were unnerving at first. I just wanted to get down to it. But he had other ideas. Over the past two months, he sl
owly broke me down and challenged me to feel. I’m still a work in progress, but he’s letting me in, and expecting me to do the same. Which is a terrifying thing. Because I find myself wanting more and more to follow him down any dark path he leads.

  “It’s not that I don’t believe you.”

  “Then what is it?”

  “I don’t have positive associations with that word.”

  “Why?” he presses, but I just shut down. I don’t want to ruin tonight with my sickening history.

  After a few prolonged moments, Jett sighs with resignation. He takes my face in his hands and stares profoundly into my eyes. “One day, you’re going to trust me enough to tell me all your secrets.”

  He’s dead wrong about that. I’ll never tell him my secrets. I’ll never infect my safe little bubble with the atrocities of my past. I’m running as far and as fast as I can from them, hoping beyond hope they never catch up with me. I’ll never go back. I’ll die before I let that happen.

  “Where are you, little bird? Where do you go when you disappear like that?”

  Into the blackest hole imaginable.

  “Nowhere. I’m right here with you.” I return to the present.

  He shoots me a skeptical look. “There’s you and me, and then there’s everything fucking else, right?” I repeat our mantra earnestly.

  The devout look that mars Jett’s face steals my breath away. For a split second, I’m fifteen years old again, dreaming of love. Still an innocent adolescent wishing on a star for someone to look at me exactly like that.

  “Yes, you’re right. You’re so fucking right.” He slams our lips together, breathing back the air he just stole away. “Let’s see if I can re-associate the word beautiful in a more positive way.” He licks his index finger and thumb on each hand then pitches and rolls each of my nipples between the wet pads.

  “Mmm.” I stretch in the bonds, my body reacting instantly to his devious touch.

  There’s no talking after that, only acting. Only tickling, teasing, and toe-curling contact.

  Once my nipples are pert little points, and the double trouble vibrator is toying with my building need, Jett reaches for the chain lying next to me on the bed.