Dark Needs (Tales of Dystopian Decadence Book 1)

by Finley Blake

  As ecstasy claimed me, JD uttered, “Oh yeah, take it all,” and his release dribbled thickly along my throat. He held my head hard against his body, forcing me to swallow every drop as his hips bucked against my face, which only caused me to come once again. So I rode Icharus’s mouth much like JD plundered mine, unrelenting and eager until another set of hands gently pulled my sated body away from them both.

  The man from the chair had moved, I realized when I looked up, and now he helped lay me out on the floor. His touch was careful, respectful, as he arranged me in front of Icharus and JD, spreading my legs before them. His trousers were also straining at the crotch, tented with obvious arousal.

  “Hold her down for me,” Icharus commanded, “and use her mouth however you choose.” Still silent, the valet unzipped his pants and removed his swollen cock from their confines. With his hand, he guided the thick, hard shaft toward my lips. Tilting my head back, I opened my mouth wide until his member filled me and his balls lay over my nose. He grasped my arms and held me against the floor, beginning a slow, steady pace of thrusting.

  At the same time, I felt Icharus kneeling between my legs, his shaft nearing my still-throbbing pussy. I could feel its familiar thickness jutting against my thigh and then slide past it, the engorged flesh filling me inch by inch until the cry rising from me was stifled by the cock filling my mouth.

  Without waiting another moment, Icharus rammed into me, each thrust making my breasts bounce and my eyes roll back in my head. He gripped my waist as he railed me as hard as he could, while the valet’s fingers pressed into my arms just hard enough to be uncomfortable. Yet the pain mixed with the pleasure of being completely filled, used by men from both ends was incredible. I felt helpless to do anything but take it. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me until I arched my body, following the next orgasm to its inevitable peak and swallowing the hot semen that shot down my throat. I barely heard Icharus’s victorious cry as he thrust once more into me, filling me with his own scorching ejaculate.

  When Icharus and the valet both withdrew from me, someone else took their place, delicate lips meeting mine in a sweet, exploratory kiss. That person thrust their tongue into my mouth and moaned – a feminine sound, I now realized – as she tasted the viscous leavings there. Her found my breast and gave it a squeeze, before she trailed kisses down my worn-out body.

  Long, slender fingers parted my folds. A cool, slick tongue lapped up along my sticky thigh, catching the warm dribbles running along it. Then the tongue moved higher up to penetrate my pussy. It was JD’s wife, I finally realized, licking and sucking at the juices the valet and Icharus had left inside me. The sensual assault on my body was so intense, I came again, circling my hips frantically against the mouth that feasted on my well-used cunt. The person between my legs gave a low, feminine laugh and grasped my hips to keep me in place. Her face pressed insistently at my soaking pussy, nuzzling at and drawing on my flesh. There was no escape as the blonde woman between my legs gorged herself on the seed that filled me.

  Time stood still as someone else knelt at my head, unzipped his pants and pressed his cock against my lips. Dizzy with bliss, I opened my mouth and let them do with me what they would.

  ~****~

  Hot water sluiced down my front and firm hands followed as Icharus washed me with the soft cloth. With a groan, I leaned back against him and closed my eyes. The evening had been mind-blowing, the details lost as if it were an orgasmic dream. I couldn’t really remember how I’d gone from half-naked and constantly fucked at both ends to home in our large, square tub, immersed in the soothing water.

  But this was far more pleasurable – this shared bath with Icharus as he washed my body and held me in his arms – than the foursome that had used me again and again for their pleasure.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” Icharus asked, his voice low and rough as he dipped the cloth in the water between my legs and gently stroked down along my still-aching pussy.

  “Mmhmm,” I moaned. The bathroom was dimly lit, the overhead light turned so low, it might as well have been a candle flickering in the corner. I had never felt more satisfied or relaxed in my life as I lay back against Icharus in the bathtub. Every intimate moment we had shared so far had been sexual. This was the first one that felt tender. Any courtesan who expected romance was setting her hopes very high indeed, but there was something wonderful about Icharus’s adoring touch that made me want more of these moments.

  “Why did you enjoy it so much?” There was something in his voice – a hitch to his tone that indicated he was thinking something he wasn’t ready to reveal to me just yet.

  I thought for a moment before I answered. “I enjoyed it because it was embarrassing at first. It can be difficult enough to let go, to allow someone you care about to see you at your most uninhibited. To have many people see me like that and encourage me to let them use me sexually was exciting, but it was frightening, too. And then when I did let go and just accept it, the pleasure was…” I shrugged, not sure I could find the words to describe how amazing it had felt.

  “Are you afraid to be uninhibited with me?” Icharus asked and the cloth stilled against my skin.

  What kind of question was that? Why did how I behaved in bed matter to him? “I don’t seem to have ever had a problem with that,” I finally said. “But…” I bowed my head and looked at his hand as it rested against my inner thigh.

  “But what?”

  I was glad for the soft, low lighting, because it hid the blush that rose to my cheeks. “But I don’t want you to give me to others to use again, ever.”

  Icharus’s tightened his arms around me. “Why not?”

  “Because…” Did I dare admit what I felt? What I thought? Make the foolish mistake of hoping our contract could ever be more than a social and sexual one? “Because it wasn’t you,” I finally whispered.

  I felt his body tense behind me, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he rose to his feet, drawing me with him. We stepped out of the bathtub and I waited on the plush mat as he toweled me off from head to toe. The bathroom was my favorite retreat – it was cozier than the rest of the house and it seemed to be the one place I could forgot about politics and plotting. Icharus wrapped a dark red towel around me and another around his waist. The black tile floor felt smooth and cool beneath my feet as I followed him to the door. He turned to me when we reached the bed.

  “Adette,” he said, reaching up to cup my face between his hands. “I will never share you again. I did it once – just once – partially to put on a show for one of the Regime’s powerful lackeys, but mostly to let you know I mean every word I say to you. I will not let you take the blame for what we must do and, yes, we must do it, because without the DeVille family financing them, the Regime will begin to crumble. Ours is not the only money they rely upon, but when those who sympathize with the Constitutionals see that they have lost one of their main supporters, that may encourage others to fight back. We could start a real revolution, Adette.”

  A shiver ran through me from head to toe and I tried to retreat from him, but he lowered his hands to my shoulders and pulled me closer. “This is an important task and you have to know my heart is in the right place. You have to.”

  He sounded some emphatic, my heart skipped a beat. In that moment, I was so close to telling him how much I wanted him, how my feelings toward him were softening, opening.

  Instead, I swallowed and nodded. “I understand. I won’t let you down.”

  His forehead creased. “You could never let me down,” he said. “No matter what happens, Adette, we are in this together.”

  Chapter 10

  It seemed odd to go outside just for the sake of walking, but that is what Icharus brought me to do the next day. “You’ve never gone hiking?” He looked at me, his eyebrows arched in disbelief.

  “Well, it’s not exactly something we do down in L.A.” I laced my black boots on my feet and straightened to clip my dark hair back off my face and shoulders. �
��You know what it’s like in the city. It can be dangerous out there.”

  “Still, with all the privileges the school affords you, you never took trips elsewhere?”

  “It’s not an elite primary school.” I rose to my feet and rolled my eyes at him. “St. Eden’s has one purpose, and that’s to teach us how to please men, usually while flat on our backs. There’s no time to hike hillside trails when you need to memorize the gossip columns, learn how to give head, or understand the nuances behind the gifts a man gives you.”

  Icharus’s brow furrowed as he watched me. “That sounds so….”

  “Repressive? It is.” I smoothed my pants over my legs and made sure my button-down shirt was tucked in. “Imagine your value only being in your ability to catch, please, and keep a man. Being a courtesan is basically putting a price on our pussy. Of course, we can be shopkeepers or seamstresses, but it still involves being subservient to the Regime, no matter what. That last time a woman held a position of power in government was before the president was overthrown by his own military.”

  Icharus reached out to take my hand and bring it to his lips. “You deserve better than that,” he said.

  “All of us deserve better than that,” I answered, “but the people who need to recognize that just don’t care about anything, except their own power.”

  When Icharus reached up to caress my face, I couldn’t help but cover his hand with mine, to hold it in place, to lean into his touch. “I care about something else,” he said. Our lips met in an exquisite kiss – slow and deep and hungry. It was the first time we’d shared a kiss without moving to the bed after it. Though I hesitated to analyze it, I already knew.

  It was a kiss of beginnings.

  “Come with me and I will show you something special,” he whispered.

  ~****~

  The walk was worth it. When we reached the reservoir, I stood and looked around in awe. From here, I could see the remnants of what had once been the “Hollywood” sign, the few standing letters charred along their edges. During the war so long ago, Regime forces targeted iconic monuments across America. The destruction hadn’t demoralized the Americans, but rallied them in defense of their country for a brief time. Ultimately, the Regime triumphed and we were left with the government under which all of us now lived in fear.

  I gazed across the water at the sign and tried to imagine how it looked before the Regime got to it. There were no pictures of such sites as they once were. The Regime had gone so far as to burn all of the books they deemed “dangerous” to their rule. History as official government schools taught it gave names and dates, but everything was skewed in the Regime’s favor.

  It was hard to believe anyone could overthrow our previous form of government, but once the military rose up under a charismatic leader who preached nationalistic ideals and instilled fear…

  “It’s still beautiful,” I said, lifting my chin and looking over the long, green pine needles of the tree swaying in the breeze beside me. Trees surrounded the body of water, but didn’t obscure the views beyond. The water was clear and reflected the blue sky overhead.

  “The story about the nuclear fallout is true.” Icharus knelt and pointed at the water. “But when it started to finally blow away, the Regime decided to use the coverage to their advantage. That’s when DeVille Enterprises created their machines, to keep L.A. in the dark. This is the one place anywhere near the city that has managed to remain pristine and untouched.”

  I nodded toward the Hollywood sign. “Not really. They still managed to get to that.”

  “I know, but the reservoir and the area around it – no one thought to destroy it. No one thinks something as simple as a hiking trail can be dangerous, but it is.”

  “How so?” I watched Icharus straighten and pace along the water’s edge.

  “Because this is a reminder of where we came from – this…” He indicated the hills and mountains on the horizon. “This was here before man and it will be here long after. The Regime can’t take it away, no matter what. They can cultivate a lavish charade above their fake smog machines and force everyone below us to scramble to survive, believing no one will ever see through them. But those who know and those who care will do something, and they will risk everything because they know all of this is greater than one man’s ambitions. This was once America, land of the free, and there are plenty of places to remind us of that.”

  Icharus spread his arms wide and I tried not to laugh. His speech wasn’t particularly eloquent, but I understood his point. “Freedom,” I said, “because there are far more places to soar than we ever dreamed possible.” Approaching him, I took one of his arms and linked his elbow with mine. “They took away our history books, but they didn’t take away who we are or what brought us here.”

  With a chuckle, he looked down at me. “I can never find the right words, but you do it well.” His shoulders lifted with a heavy sigh. “And I sure as hell won’t be another one of the Regime’s pawns.”

  “I still don’t understand how you could be raised with all your privilege, but want to fight against it.”

  “Don’t you?” Icharus sank down into the tall grass at the shoreline and I did the same, sitting cross-legged on the ground next to him. “Even as the daughter of the most celebrated courtesan in Los Angeles, you suffered Regime oppression firsthand. Your mother was one of the people who remembered what it was like to live in a world that was free and she tried to teach you about it. She showed you there was a different way – a better way. My mother…” He bowed his head and I saw tension grip his body.

  “You don’t have to tell me. I just wondered,” I said, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder.

  “No, I have to tell you.” He let out a long, shaky breath. “My mother was the same. She remembered our world as it once was and she hated everything my father stood for. Unfortunately, she married him hoping she could change him, but she couldn’t. She had a baby, hoping that would change him, but it didn’t.”

  A soft breeze rustled the golden grasses along the water and I waited patiently as Icharus composed himself, gathered his thoughts, and found the strength to continue.

  “For years she taught me the truth from contraband books she had managed to save from destruction. Even my father didn’t know about them – or so she thought. She tried so hard to be careful, but one day when I was fourteen, my father stormed into the library with the Regime’s own leader, Commander Korroziya. Before my mother could defend herself, my father shot her right in front of me. There was no imprisonment or trial – just instant death.”

  As much as I didn’t want to make excuses, especially for DeVille, I said, “Perhaps he did it because his own life was in danger. Maybe it was a show of strength in front of Commander Korroziya. Maybe –” I felt a twinge of foolishness at the wildly optimistic thought that came to mind “he did it to protect you.”

  “No.” Icharus compressed his lips as he shook his head. He raised his arm to rub it across his eyes, as if wiping away the tears could somehow also scrub away the awful memory of what he had seen at such a young age. “No, it was the commander who saved my life.”

  “What?”

  “My father turned the gun on me next, but Commander Korroziya told him not to do it. Then he walked up to me and told me he believed in mercy; that my mother had broken the law for teaching me the truth, but that I had done nothing wrong. He asked me to remember the kindness of the Regime and told me if I worked hard under my father, I would redeem myself. So here you see me now – such an exemplary citizen of the Regime, thanks to the commander’s mercy and my father’s kindness in removing me from the influence of a traitor like my mother.”

  My heart breaking at the sound of the tears in his voice, I rose up to my knees and wrapped my arms around him. “Icharus,” I whispered, “I am so sorry for what they did to you.”

  “Not as sorry as they will be for it,” he answered, wrapping his arms around me. “We have to do this together, stand strong ag
ainst them and show them everything is about to change.”

  “We’re just two people…”

  He looked up at me, his dark eyes still shining with tears. “We’re just two people who can make a difference,” he said.

  Chapter 11

  “Are you ready?”

  I turned and winked at Icharus. “What does it look like?”

  He laughed. “It looks like you’re still in your underthings.”

  “Then I’m not ready.” I turned back to the mirror and continued brushing my hair. The weeks had passed far too quickly for our liking, but here it was – the night we had both been preparing for. Even though I was the one who had to do the deed, I seemed more calm than Icharus as I told him, “We’ve got over an hour before the embassy ball. Try to relax.”

  “I can’t relax. I’m too tense. Even after the other parties we’ve attended this month, I don’t feel ready for tonight.” He came up behind me and pressed his hands down on my shoulders. The light, clean scent of his cologne filled my senses and I leaned into his touch. “Do you know what would relieve my tension?” he whispered.

  “Probably many things.” I couldn’t stop the low moan that drifted from my throat. It surprised me that during the past few weeks, I’d learned to love being in his presence. From his surprises to his voice to his touch, there wasn’t anything he could do that I didn’t like. I was no longer unsure of our alliance. He was no longer my enemy. In fact, I had never felt more secure in anything in my entire life. Not even when my mother had been alive.

  Icharus was now everything to me.

  His hands moved down the front of my body to the corset, then brushed over my breasts. “This needs to come off,” he growled. “In fact, everything needs to come off.”

  As he unsnapped each of the buttons at the front of my corset, I said, “It’s a good thing I don’t need help getting dressed in this. Back in the old days, they used to lace these things tight and it took another person to do it. Can you imagine?”