Innocent in New York

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by Sterling, Victoria


  "Sophia!" Agnes gaped at her. "What are you doing?"

  "I'm going home early," she stated.

  Agnes didn't have the time to respond when visitors needed her attention, though shock was still written upon her features as she tried to type something onto her computer.

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  A hand touched her stomach, sliding over the lacy material of her dress. "You look amazing," he breathed as his nose brushed her ear.

  "Thank you," she said, voice shivery. "Where are we going?" If he kept standing this close to her she wasn't sure she'd want to leave her apartment.

  "Nova."

  She turned toward him. "Nova…" What was on his mind? Sophia's mind flew to those secret rooms, those lustful moans and beautiful people.

  The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. "Come." He took her hand, and she followed at once into the chilly night. She didn't bother with a jacket, didn't bother to go back and get her purse, or even lock the door; Agnes would return from the store soon and knew she'd be out with James.

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  "You seem different today," he said, his hand on her thigh, his thumb stroking a spot just beneath the hem of her dress. He flicked a glance her way before focusing on the road. "Something on your mind?"

  "I think I feel different, yes," Sophia decided.

  "You won't tell me why?"

  "Make me forget today, and I just might tomorrow."

  He cocked an eyebrow. "I'm up for the challenge."

  The dark gray monstrosity of a building seemed quiet, but Sophia was certain the interior wasn't. They walked up the grand stairs to the door and James let them inside.

  "Before we move on," he kept her from walking, "I must take something from you."

  Sophia watched him take something out of his pocket; a blindfold made of silvery silk and black lace, matching her lacy dress.

  "My sight," she responded.

  He moved to stand behind her, a comforting hand on her waist. "I promise you won't be disappointed," he murmured, drawing the blindfold in front of her face. She sucked in a breath when her vision went black. After tying it in place, he moved his hand to hers.

  "They're expecting you."

  They? Sophia swallowed audibly, letting him lead her through the hall. Murmurs and soft music grew louder, the air warmer, eliminating the autumn bite from her skin. The voices seemed to grow more hushed, she realized. She moved her head this way and that even though it was pointless. Two women close by admired her dress in hushed voices, and she could feel someone touch the lacy fabric when she felt colder air caress her thigh. James walked inside further and fingertips skimmed her thighs, touching bare flesh.

  "Careful." His fingers moved up her arm, his thumb light against the sensitive skin of the inner part of her elbow. His grip strengthened. "Stairs."

  Taking measured steps, she was glad he'd reduced the pace.

  "Where are you taking me?" she asked, her hand unsteady on the railing.

  Reaching the top of the stairs, he let go of her. She drew in a breath, feeling oddly sensitive to the unknown in front of her; to the dip of the stairs behind her. She stepped away from the stairs and to the side, her fingers light on the railing. A whisk of air brushed her arm, and her head turned toward the movement.

  "James?" she whispered his name. She could hear drapes flutter nearby — perhaps someone leaving a room after a naughty session, or joining one. A myriad of laughs came from below and she turned toward the sounds.

  "Do you trust me, Sophia?" he asked, his voice behind her somewhere.

  "Yes," she spoke, breathless.

  "Do you trust me with your pleasure?" Both his hands looped her waist.

  He always left her delirious, pushing her boundaries and always with spectacular results. He knew how to get her off better than she did herself. "Of course I do."

  He brushed her hair aside, the small touch of his fingers against bare skin made her shudder with small bursts of pleasure. He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, pausing there a moment before he spoke. "I'm going to share you tonight. I won't take part, but you can be damn sure I'll be in the audience watching their every fucking move."

  "What?" Sophia tried to turn, but he jerked her back to him again, keeping her immobilized. She felt the railing in front of her and grabbed hold of it, her pulse pounding.

  "Even if you beg them to fuck you, I won't allow them."

  Sophia's breath stuttered, her heart a rapid beating drum in her chest.

  "Everyone's eyes are on you, Sophia," he murmured by her ear. "Are you ready?"

  He tugged her hands and fastened them in his grip behind her back, making her arch and gasp. It was dead quiet; all remaining was the last wisps of a dying song in the intimate setting she recalled from her first time visit. While one hand held her wrists, his other moved to her thigh, stroking her, squeezing her flesh.

  "You had them completely enthralled," he said only to her, "from the moment of your first visit. I want to give them a taste."

  To have them watch her, touch her. She couldn't control the shiver take her body. He evoked the view from her first visit, of the woman inside that room perched on a man's lap while received pleasure until she lost all control. The idea struck something in her.

  Chest heaving, the rush of blood pounding in her ears making her feel lightheaded, Sophia let her weight rest on James.

  "Good girl." His breath skimmed her neck, and he let her arms free.

  She let him lead her inside a room where she could hear murmurs, reminding her of the masquerade party she went to not that long ago; the buzz of voices, a laugh in-between, glasses clinking, and identities hidden. James brought her further inside and the voices simmered down. She felt their gazes, could picture them taking in her shivery form.

  "Watch your step," he said, and a little clumsily she walked up onto what she guessed was a stage. The type she saw that evening?

  Sophia wanted to see, if only just a quick peak, reaching her hand up to the mask.

  "Don't." James's instruction made her halt, and next her hand dropped by her side. "I'll tell you when."

  She nodded, glad he'd take at least some part in all of this. The vibrant sound of the zipper of her dress opening spooked her, but a kiss to her neck made her soften again. Initial coldness swept over her frame when James tugged her dress off. Next she felt him pop her bra open and it tumbled off her shoulders. She immediately covered her exposed breasts.

  "Hands at your sides," he instructed.

  Breathing out a puff of air, she did as he told her.

  His hands followed her sides to her hips where he paused for a moment, edging his thumbs into her panties, and she took a moment to absorb the feel of him because he'd soon let go. She touched his arms, feeling his muscles through his shirt.

  "Hands at your sides, Sophia," he said, the resurfaced command a caress to her skin. His breath skimmed her neck and awoke small goosebumps in its path. She carefully let go of him and he proceeded to tug her panties down her legs. "One word," he whispered to her, "and I'll take you away from here."

  "Yes," she nodded, understanding.

  He gave her a small nudge, and next someone else's hands were on her, easily lifting her up and carrying her. Her shoes toppled off her feet, the sound loud in the black space. She tensed in this new person's grasp. He sat down in a chair, and positioned her on top his lap, her back against a hard, male torso.

  "Nervous?" the stranger asked.

  Sophia kept her legs tight together, hands clutching the armrests. "No."

  He seemed to wade through her lie when he gave a small chuckle. He grabbed her ankles and lifted so that her feet touched his knees. Parting his legs, hers fell open. Everyone could see her. Her heart drummed faster when his fingers skimmed her sides, closing in on her breasts.

  "James," Sophia mumbled, not sure why she said his name. She was adjusting to this new person, to this new experience.

  "He's here," he spoke gently, "watching you. Everyone is."r />
  He cupped her breasts, kneading them in his palms, but avoided direct contact with her nipples. "Relax," the man whispered against her neck. He caught the tips of her breasts between his fingers and rolled them. Pleasure shot through her, her body arching into his touch.

  "You liked that." He nipped her ear, adding a bit more pressure on her nipples, bordering on painful. He soothed them with his thumbs, releasing the ache, making Sophia tremble. She couldn't decide whether she was happy or upset when he let go of her tender skin. He let his hands trail lower.

  "Breathe," he told her, "I don't want you passing out."

  She hadn't noticed. She released the lodged air in her lungs and refilled them. Calming somewhat, she let her back relax, sinking against the man's chest.

  "There we go," he murmured. "No rush, your audience will stay to the very end. They'll love this."

  Sophia heard a feminine laughter in the audience, light and cheerful. Who waited in the audience? Did James invite them? Did they come on their own will?

  "The room's completely filled. In fact," he said close by her ear, "I can't remember this many showing up before. They'll watch your every move and your every plea for release."

  "I haven't pleaded," she breathed.

  "You will before I'm done with you," he promised. His hand stroked slow, lazy circles over her smooth stomach before those wicked fingers trailed lower. Sophia bit her lip and pushed back a whimper, her skin impossibly sensitive. Even his shirt, with a slight grittier feel than James', set her nerve endings on fire. Every little detail counted. The red and gold curtains she remembered from her first visit made sounds as someone entered or exited. She could hear the flicker of candlelight from somewhere near — perhaps a person walked by and at the same time looked at her — and there was the distant sound of a glass being placed upon a table followed by a low murmur of voices.

  "They all wish to switch places with me," he spoke lowly only to her. "I'm not going to let them. They're going to watch me make you come and they're going to hate me a little more for being the one responsible for it, but they'll watch and drink in every little breathy whimper I'll pull from your lungs. It'll drive them insane."

  It was part of the show, Sophia thought, to paint her an image of the spectators — of what waited in the room she couldn't see.

  "James warned me of you," the man said, opting for her attention. "You're afraid of what you might enjoy. Relax and let us take care of you." His voice carried like a dream — comforting and beguiling, inviting her in to someplace new. "One word, and James will take you away from here before you can even blink. You're the one in control here."

  She nodded, comforted by that, as well as by James's promise. He rewarded her with a kiss on her neck.

  "Good girl."

  Good girl, the words echoed in her mind. But she wasn't. He dipped a little lower, to the building heat between her legs, and Sophia shuddered when he stroked her. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

  He made a low growl by her ear, her reactions seeming to please him while he played with her. He stroked her pussy, and Sophia rocked against his fingers. She whimpered, feeling him part her folds and tease her — back and forth — making her lose her mind. Just the tip of his fingertip slid inside her, the fingers of his other hand digging into the flesh of her thigh. He groaned, stilling his movements.

  "You're tight," he spoke, his lips skimming her shoulder. He moved deeper, establishing a gentle rhythm in and out, each thrust sinking deeper, and she couldn't stop her orgasm from rippling through her body. She cried out and leaned her head against the man's shoulder while he held her to keep her bottom from lifting. She panted, writhed, and gladly took what he offered, completely submerged in bliss.

  "James is watching you, Sophia. For every move, for every moan, he wants to have you."

  "James," Sophia pleaded for him in-between pants. "James."

  She heard him say, "I'm here."

  "Can I see you?" she asked, wanting to reach up to remove her blindfold, but the man grasped her arms.

  "If you come for me, I will remove your blindfold. Can you do that?" His words were low and softly spoken, and for a moment, she felt as if there was just him.

  She felt a finger graze her slit slowly, and though tired after the explosive orgasm, she felt herself become wetter, coating the man's probing fingers.

  Sophia whimpered, and then a couple of fingers thrust into her dripping pussy. She arched her hips, unashamedly rocking into his touch.

  "Let it go, Sophia." She heard James's words by her right side, coaxing and gentle. "Come now."

  She skyrocketed at once by the sound of his voice, by the firmness of his command, and she screamed out with the rise of her climax. Fingers withdrew from her trembling sex and then the man stroked her, making her twitch in the aftermath of her orgasm. She melted against the strong chest behind her, the last of her strength slipping through her fingers.

  James held true to his words and removed her blindfold. She blinked, seeing his handsome face before her come clear. The low candlelit room even felt bright after she'd been kept in the dark. He leaned in, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her. "That was insanely hot," he murmured against her lips.

  "I agree," a voice spoke behind her, and Sophia remembered she wasn't there alone. She turned in the man's arms and found one of the twins there, grinning broadly, green eyes twinkling. Eric. She tensed, not expecting to see one of them.

  "There, there," he chuckled. "You didn't complain a minute ago. You took off like a skyrocket with my fingers fucking your tight little pussy." He squeezed her thigh.

  Sophia glared at him, humiliation catching up. How desperate she must've seemed — the way she begged and moaned for his touch.

  "It was the hottest thing I've seen." His gaze flickered to James. "You're a lucky guy having this one in your bed."

  James's eyes were only on her and then he leaned down and kissed her again, this time slow and gentle, giving her a brief taste of his tongue before he parted. He walked off the stage, took a seat in one of the chairs closest to the small stage, knitted his fingers and propped his chin atop them. Sophia perused the viewers occupying the room. In the back, a woman sat atop another woman's lap, both their interests set on her and the twin. A quick look around and she'd guess there were maybe forty people. She wondered if they wanted to be there or if they had been forced to.

  "They want to be here," Eric said, his hand touching her inner thigh and inching closer to her sex. She gasped. "Trust me," he murmured into her hair, "they want to be here."

  Sophia watched the observers through half-lidded eyes.

  A movement from the corner of her eyes caught her interest and she spotted his brother strolling across the stage toward them, wearing a pair of ripped faded jeans resting low on his hips, upper body exposed. Her gaze moved to his rippled chest and broad muscled shoulders, up the thick column of his neck, and finally to that striking face. She knew the twin holding her was of the same build with that hard, impeccable chest keeping her from collapsing. The upright twin smiled at her perusing him, and she blushed hotly, averting her eyes.

  "You're shy now?" Eric teased from behind her. "Does my brother make you nervous?" His breath warmed her skin. "He's going to taste you." He nipped at her rapid beating pulse. "Spread your legs for him."

  She hadn't noticed she'd closed them. Sophia sent a bewildered look at the nearing twin, watching a grin widen across his face. She squirmed in Eric's lap.

  "That feels good, sweetheart," he cooed, making her freeze. "You're getting wet by the thought of my brother tongue-fucking you. Don't pretend otherwise."

  Sophia glanced at the twin from his direct words. He grinned at her, his thumb circling a spot on her thigh that made a warm shiver course through her. "Be a good girl now."

  She gulped, looking to Lucas instead. The clusters of pillar candles sent light onto his face and made his cheeks hollow, eyes dark with glimmers of reflection from the candles.
He shielded the crowd and James from her view, and Sophia couldn't look away from him towering above her, couldn't distance from that hungry look in his eyes.

  "I knew you'd come around," he said as he lowered very slowly, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

  The twin behind her lashed his tongue over a spot on her neck. "She's fucking amazing. You have to feel her." Next she felt his lips against her ear, toying with her earlobe.

  "I plan to," Lucas said, all the while keeping his gaze on hers. "Do you want my mouth on you?" His calm tone took nothing from his words as he grabbed her legs, tugging them apart. He proceeded to drag his lips up her calf, paused to kiss her softly on her knee and took a moment to look at her from beneath those dark thick lashes, before venturing higher. Sophia let her head touch Eric's shoulder.

  "You and my brother made quite a mess here," he continued, and horrification tinted her cheeks, made her legs strain against their iron hold that only seemed to amuse them when their gazes locked. "I should really clean this up." His lips skimmed her inner thigh, sucking on her skin and making her heart pound faster. "Do you want my mouth on you?"

  He stopped tasting her skin, and Sophia's eyes blinked open, missing the feel of his lips. If given a question, she answered or there was no reward.

  "Yes," she croaked, "please."

  "What?"

  Sophia drew in a staggering breath, letting the words leave her lips in soft whisper, "Please taste me."

  Lucas sent a quick look over his shoulder. "James already knows what you want, he can handle hearing it," he spoke once returning his focus on her.

  She dared a fleeting glance James's way. Lucas didn't rush her, appearing as if he had all night at his disposal. A soft brush of his fingers on her thigh made her body clench.

  "Please," she spoke louder, "taste my pussy."

  One of the corners of his lips quirked. "Hold her steady," Lucas said with a wink, and in return Eric folded her legs further apart, spreading her open for his brother's peruse. Her heart smashed wildly against her ribcage, her gaze flitting to James's intense stare from the table closest to the stage, and his eyes on her made impossible heat roar inside of her. Lucas's tongue touched the sensitive lips of her sex, lapping up her slit with one long drag of his tongue. She buckled, her nails digging into Eric's arms. Her pulse quickened.

 

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