Dark Secret

by Summer Cooper

  “Try this on.” He’d said it in that tone, the one that had said he was aroused and wanted me to play the game.

  I lowered my eyes and let a hint of a smile play around my lips. “Yes, sir.”

  I took it back to a changing booth and slipped the dress on. It was a wrap dress too, but this one was black material with silver sequins covering every inch. Cut in an asymmetrical style that left my left thigh bare as well as most of my chest, it was sexy. I could imagine Dylan would have a hard time keeping his fingers off the little bow that kept the panels together.

  It wasn’t something I’d have picked out, but if he wanted me to wear it…

  “What do you think?” I leaned in the doorway of the booth, the door open to let him see.

  He stared at my full breasts for a moment and then his eyes traveled down. “Oh yes. That one.”

  I grinned and shut the door. We left the store and went back to change in our room. I put on the pair of black patent leather heels that he liked so much, with the silk ribbons that wound up to my knees, and slid the dress on. A quick curl of my hair with the curling iron, a little makeup, with a fresh spritz of his favorite perfume, and I was ready to go.

  “You look gorgeous,” he said and kissed my ear.

  “Thank you, so do you.” I straightened his tie and brushed his hair back from his face, and we were ready to go.

  I caught our image in the reflection of the hired car that came to pick us up and smiled. I was light to his darkness, and it was a good reflection.

  “Oh, I bought you this too.” Dylan took out something from the bag he’d brought along, and I saw it was a new mask.

  This one was similar to mine, but it had less beads and more feathers around the edges. That hard frame fit snuggly against my nose, and I’d turned so that he could tie the ribbons at the back of my head. I already felt like a beautiful woman, but now, sensuality had been poured into the mix. I knew for sure we were headed to somewhere sexy now. If the dress wasn’t enough to give that away, this was.

  I’d waited, breath held, as the car drove out of the city and to a place on the outskirts. A plantation home?

  “Where are we?” I asked and stared up at the line of oak tress we’d passed.

  “A friend of mine has a … ahem, home here. She has rather exclusive parties out here in the peace and quiet. For grown-ups.”

  “I see.” A house party? How sexy could that be? I’d been to dozens, maybe hundreds of those. They were never sexy.

  The moment we stepped out of the car, I knew I was wrong. This wasn’t the kind of house party I’d expected. Music blared from the walls, sensual and erotic, and the sounds of voices filled the air from open windows. I knew why the windows were open, despite the chill in the air, when we walked into the house.

  It was downright steamy hot inside. Small gas lamps lit the place, but not too much. There was only enough light to see by, to keep the intimate nature of the party in place. Every room held people in a variety of situations, and I could see more than one sex act taking place. Was that woman? Oh my, she was straddled over one man, while her mouth was filled by another. I’d looked away, only to find a woman with light coffee-colored skin coming toward us.

  She was gorgeous, from her light brown cat eyes, to the body she’d displayed in a long, sheer robe. She wore a barely-there bra and panties beneath. Her black hair was fluffed out and wild, but it suited her.

  “Hey, Dylan. Glad you came down to see us.” She was taller than Dylan, but that was because of the platform heels she had on. She’d leaned down to kiss his cheek and then looked over to me.

  My cheeks turned red as she looked at me, and I glanced down to the floor, my hands twisted together.

  “And who is this?” Her voice all but purred as she’d spoke to me.

  “This, Celia, is Stephanie. Stephanie, say hello to Celia.”

  “Hello, miss.” It seemed the right touch, for the moment.

  “Oh, she does have pretty manners. Welcome to my home, little miss Stephanie. I hope you enjoy your time. Here, put this on her. It will let people know they can look, but not touch, unless you allow it.”

  I glanced up and saw a velvet collar with black silk ribbon for a lead. Now that was a nice touch, I’d thought as I swallowed and tilted my head up so that Dylan could put the collar on me. A leash wasn’t something we’d used before, but it excited me. This said I was his, and that really changed things around in my brain.

  I was already his sub, but now, on the leash, I felt like that was real. Even if the collar was made of velvet.

  “The party has already gone wild in the living room, as you can see. Come back here in the kitchen; it’s quieter.”

  She’d led us through the house and down the length of one side of the three-story sprawling home. She could have made a hotel out of the place, with just the rooms we’d passed so far. We passed opened doors and closed doors, and doors that were slightly ajar, as the occupants were waiting to be joined by someone.

  I wanted to explore each one, but Dylan tugged on the leash every time I started to slow. I would resent that, but I knew we had time. We came into the kitchen, lit only by strategically placed candles, and I was happy to see that the room wasn’t empty.

  In fact, there was more than one man gathered around a young woman sprawled on the table. They were apparently eating their dessert from the woman’s body. Different confections decorated her body, and the men were licking and nibbling away at each place. Even her breasts were covered in hardened dark chocolate.

  “Stephanie can sit there,” Celia instructed and pointed at a chair away from the table, but close enough to watch what went on.

  Dylan took me to the chair, and I sat, my attention taken by the woman on the table now. Her eyes latched onto mine, and I could see the arousal in the brown depths. Her body arced occasionally, as a mouth finally broke the chocolate and encased her nipple, or the man who was eating ice cream from her lower abdomen chased drips of ice cream down between her thighs.

  The woman bit her lip, but her eyes didn’t leave mine. I felt drawn into that dark gaze and couldn’t look away, even when I’d tried. It wasn’t that I wanted to touch her necessarily, but that I’d wanted to be her, and I’d wanted to experience whatever sensation it was that made her eyes so very … intense.

  I’d wondered if she knew the men, or if she’d been hired to let them have their way with her. Or maybe she was a guest and volunteered. It looked like a very messy, but certainly attentive way to get off. The man had finished the ice cream and moved down between her thighs to clean her up more thoroughly. She held her hand out to me then, and I didn’t know what, but something made me take it.

  Dylan was talking with Celia about something, I had no idea what, because I was too engrossed in the woman’s eyes. I watched the wonder, the pleasure, as she’d experienced it, and when her hand gripped mine more tightly, I felt something in me respond. I’d watched as she’d moved suddenly, her body convulsed, and knew that this was her peak. She’d looked incredible, beautiful and feminine, as she gave a loud groan. The men around her, all still dressed, continued to eat from her, or suck sticky, sweat sauces from her skin until she sank down against the table, replete.

  Her fingers hung loosely in mine now, and her eyes closed. I didn’t want it to be over, though, and squeezed her fingers. She’d opened her lovely brown eyes, decorated with blue smoky eye makeup, and smiled at me. She gave my fingers a squeeze and let go so that she could get up. She’d left the table, and I’d watched her go, disappointed that it was over.

  “Don’t worry, pet, there’s more to see. And experience.” Dylan had caught my attention, and I’d looked up at him.

  Experience? What did that mean?

  “Take her to the ballroom, Dylan. I think she’ll like that.”

  “Ready?” he asked me as he pulled on my leash, and I stood, ready to obey. And find out where he was leading us to, of course.

  I’d walked behind him until he
found a blue door. I couldn’t hear a lot of noise coming from the room and thought perhaps it was empty. It wasn’t.

  We walked into a very large room where soft, sensual music was playing. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected, but a room full of strangers, dressed up in pre-Civil War fashions wasn’t it. Men and women danced, and I’d found it all quite lovely, but not sexy. That was, until I’d noticed the women’s dresses didn’t have tops that covered their breasts, and that some had their skirts up around their hips as the men with them explored their bodies.

  One couple in particular caught my eye, and Dylan led us to a set of chairs close to the couple. The man had the woman up against the wall, his hands beneath her skirt, and the sight excited me.

  “Would you like to dance, pet?” Dylan asked, and I’d turned to him, my eyes glazed.

  “Yes,” I said, and followed him onto the dance floor. I didn’t know the steps they were following, but the crowd opened to let us into the middle. We soon caught on, but I’d noticed after a while that dancers were getting closer.

  Dylan’s hand tightened on my leash, but he didn’t stop my dancing. When a woman bumped into me, I’d apologized, but then another one did. The music started to make my head spin, and then Dylan started to dance in some pattern that twirled us around and around. My head swam, and when he’d stopped, it took me a moment to catch my breath.

  More hands brushed against me, and bodies came closer. The music changed, became more modern, sensual, and the dancers changed to match the music. Bodies came closer, and I felt hands brush against me once more. Dylan’s head came down, and he kissed me as we continued to dance, a more sensual dance that didn’t require a lot of moving around.

  He’d pressed into me, and I could feel how hard he was for me. I’d looked up at him as a pair of hands came up from behind me to cup my breasts. I’d jumped but stood still, my eyes locked on his. His eyes smiled into mine with knowing, and I let the hands explore me. They fell away, but another pair soon joined them.

  We stood still now, and Dylan watched as hands came at me from all directions, but left me open to his view. He sat in the chair and watched as unknown lips touched my neck, whispered compliments in my ears, and hands touched me. My hips, breasts, ass, even my face, everywhere except the one place I wanted to be touched now. The one place only he could touch me.

  I had all but forgotten how to breathe by the time Dylan took my hand and led me from the room. He’d stopped at a door with a window painted on the panel, and opened it up. The room was empty, but I could see that it was one of those rooms. The kind where people could look in, only this one would let us see those in the other room too.

  “There are people in the room next door,” he said as he put a sign that hung from the doorknob on to let others know the room was occupied. “Let’s see who.”

  It was a rather beautiful couple, both in their late twenties, dark haired, and dark eyed. The woman was on her knees, but she’d looked up as we came into our room. The man looked me over, looked at Dylan, and then took himself in hand. He’d said something to the woman, and she’d moved. I couldn’t hear what he’d said, but it didn’t need explaining.

  She’d filled her mouth with him and forgot about us. I’d stepped closer, and Dylan moved up behind me. His mouth came down on my neck as that familiar ache started to burn in my lower abdomen. I’d watched the woman and the man as Dylan’s hands came up to cup my breasts.

  “He wants you,” Dylan said into my ear. His fingers slid beneath the panels of my dress to tease at my bare nipples. I hadn’t worn a bra with the dress, and I had no panties on at all.

  “How do you know that?” I asked, doubtful. The man was looking at me, but he wasn’t doing anything that I would take as a sign.

  “He can’t take his eyes off of you, pet.” Dylan cupped my breasts and held them up, as if to offer them to the man. The man, handsome and Hispanic, with long hair, and a tall muscular frame, lifted an eyebrow.

  There was a question there. It went unanswered for now. His hand came down on the woman’s head, and she had his attention for a moment. She slowed down, took her time, and I’d watched him now, fascinated. This man wanted me?

  Dylan moved my long blonde hair from one side of my head to the other so that he could kiss that side of my neck. “Are you ready for what comes next, pet?”

  “What comes next?” I asked, not sure at all.

  “I’m going to strip you down and let him see you.”

  I’d gasped, surprised, shocked even, but somehow, also excited. It felt good to be wanted, and I couldn’t lie. I was aroused by the idea of the handsome, dark-eyed man next door watching me. Wanting me.

  My nipples were tight, hard, and I'd pushed them against the glass to ease the ache there. Dylan squeezed them hard, really hard, as if to remind me that I was his. I’d groaned and leaned back into him again.

  “Do you want him to see you?” he asked close to my ear.

  “I, Dylan … I don’t know.” I wasn’t sure how to answer him. A sub would say no, wouldn’t they? “I’m only for you. I’m yours.”

  “So you are, pet.” His fingers moved, pulled at the edges of my dress, and I’d held my breath.

  The man next door pulled the woman up from the floor and pulled back from the edge of the bed where he sat. His room was exactly the same as ours. A bed, one table with condoms, and bottles of lubricant and sanitizer, with a couple bottles of water on top. There was nothing else in the rooms.

  The woman in the other room, with long black hair and one really hot body, slid up in front of him, facing us. She’d smiled at me and then looked at Dylan. She’d licked her lips then, and I’d felt a pulse of excitement. What would it be like, to watch him … well, with her?

  Would he do it? I’d wondered. Would he allow that man to touch me? I’d wanted that man to touch me. I’d wanted him down on his knees, in front of me, his mouth buried in me. “Dylan?”

  “Yes, pet?” He’d sounded amused, but he didn’t move.

  “I want so much, but, I’m afraid.”

  “I know, pet. We won’t go any further than this tonight, so don’t worry. Just relax and know that the man in that room wants to fuck you as badly as I do.”

  “It’s so dirty.”

  “It is, but that’s what makes it so very good, pet.” His fingers pulled at the bow that held the dress together then, and he’d pulled at the shoulders so the dress would slip away.

  I stood there, totally bare, in front of complete strangers. I was glad the rooms were only dimly lit; that made it romantic, at least. It wasn’t like a bright light, that wouldn’t hide any flaw. This was soft, hidden, and made it okay to be naked in front of strangers.

  The couple watched us now, as Dylan’s hands explored me. He’d twisted my nipples until I’d cried out his name and sagged against him. Then his fingers went down to tease at my clit. The man next door mimicked Dylan’s movements, and I’d watched them.

  The woman’s head fell back, and she’d closed her eyes. I could see dark nipples on large breasts, her flat stomach, and thick thighs. She was lovely, really, perfect the way she was, and when her hips began to move in time with the man’s strokes on her clit, she was even more perfect.

  I felt my own move, they matched her rhythm, and somehow we’d all synced up.

  “He wants to fuck you both, I think,” Dylan said, and I groaned. “I’d let him, if you asked me to.”

  “I, no, I couldn’t.” That would just be too weird. It was great as a fantasy, but I'd wanted to leave it there. “Would you fuck her?”

  I wasn’t jealous, just curious. I didn’t own him, and yeah, I’d wanted a real relationship with him, but the idea of watching that really excited me, rather than angered me.

  “If you wanted me to,” he finally said after a moment to think. “I only want you, though, Stephanie.”

  Pride flushed through me, and I’d hated to say it, since I was supposed to be exploring my sexuality, but I was more than a lit
tle satisfied with his answer. I didn’t want to own him, but I had a claim on him, and he’d just admitted that.

  “Make me come?” I asked, and he’d gone quiet.

  He’d pushed me against the wall to the right of the glass, so that I could see the couple now only from the side. They’d moved, and the woman climbed up on the bed, the man on his knees behind her. Dylan sank down to his knees and pushed my legs slightly apart.

  “Open, Stephanie,” he demanded, and I’d obeyed.

  “Fuck,” I ground out when his mouth went directly over my excited clit and began to suck, hard, at the organ. “That’s it, Dylan. Fuck, that’s it.”

  I’d wanted him to suck harder, harder, whatever it took, to make me come. I had closed my eyes, but I’d forced them open, to look. I’d wanted to see. The man was waiting for me to open my eyes, and when our eyes locked together, he plunged into the woman.

  He had this fierce look on his face, as if he’d wanted to come right through that glass and fuck me, but he couldn’t, so he’d fuck the hell out of the woman beneath him instead. For a moment, a rather bitchy moment, I’d wondered if he’d rather be fucking me instead of her. If he’d throw her off the bed and come fuck me if I crooked my finger at him.

  I’d cupped my breasts and held my breasts out to him. He’d licked his lips, and my nipples tingled. I’d flicked at them, and he’d grinned. My hips began to move in time to Dylan’s tongue, and the man next door moved faster. He’d fucked her harder, deeper, and I’d squeezed my nipples tighter.

  Dylan’s hands came up to cup my ass, to pull it apart so that he could tease me back there. I blew apart then, hard and without warning. Dylan grunted, but he managed to hang on as I’d forced my eyes open again. I’d wanted to watch the man as I came. And he put on one hell of a show. I knew he was coming, deep inside of the woman in the bed with him. He was staring right into my eyes as he did it. Fuck, it was hot, it was so fucking hot.