I finished my shower, toweled off, stepped out of the stall, and walked over to the tray on the floor.
As I knelt down, I realized that whoever was on one of the two floors below me could see everything. Luckily, no one was occupying those cells yet. I was early to the party, way early.
There was a note on the tray with one word. ‘Drink’.
So, that’s what I did. I quickly downed two of the shots and then sipped on one of the glasses of wine as I moved over to the bench to finish getting dressed. I snapped on my Bordello black bra, slipped the black dress over my head, and threw on my heels. Oddly enough though, there were no panties. There was a small hand mirror and makeup bag underneath my clothes. I finished getting ready while I had a couple drinks. Thank God, I was starting to relax.
The cells around me and below me started to fill up. I moved to the front of the cell so I could watch for Dorian to enter the ballroom. It was shortly after eight o’clock when people started to file in. The crowd was still smaller than normal. The press stories from Tor still had a steady downward affect on Avery’s business. Hardly a night went by when there wasn’t a story on TV about Dorian and his sex camp adventures, and thanks to me, I made the leaks possible. Still, it was weird that Tor didn’t publish any photos with my face in them, only when I was blurry.
I wanted to weep. I wanted to run. But I had to play the role of housegirl. I owed Avery now more than ever to get this contract. I didn’t want to disappoint him in that, too. I didn’t even know if Avery even wanted to be with me anymore. Judging how happy he seemed to be with Genevieve and Jezebel last week I was starting to believe Avery might not forgive me.
*****
I paced for a while, and then my feet started to hurt in the six-inch heels. My skin-tight black dress barely covered my ass as I sat on the narrow bench. I sat back trying to reign my emotions in.
Time moved slowly as I stared at the surrounding bars. I was counting the cell bars when the door finally opened and an officer stepped in. The lights were dim and I went to plead with him to let me go but then Dorian stepped into the light, dressed as a cop…a sergeant, a wave of relief washed over me. I realized I wouldn’t be alone any longer.
“Where the fuck have you been?” I shrieked. Dorian was taken aback by my disobedient charge, but he recovered quickly.
“On your feet, prisoner. Hands against the wall,” he ordered. I didn’t feel like doing this now after all I had been through, but the look in his eyes told me that this wasn’t over yet.
I turned and stood on shaky legs as I placed my hands on the wall, my body pulsed in anticipation. I took in a slow, deep breath and fought back my emotions. I couldn’t believe any of this. Then the sound of his heels on the glass floor made me shudder as he paced around the room.
“Tell me, prisoner. I hear you’ve been a naughty girl. The other officers claim you resisted arrest. Not to mention you have refused to turn your cell phone into security when you visit here. Furthermore, you’ve become increasingly disobedient and outspoken. Is this all true?” He paced to the other side of the cell.
“Yes, sir,” I responded nervously like a good housegirl.
“Are you willing to work off the offenses that have been charged against you?”
“Yes, sir. Whatever you want, sir,” I said, finally understanding that I was fully immersed in this fantasy for a reason. My feelings had become clear to me. The fog had been lifted and I understood what the takeaway had been. The question was; what was I going to do about it.
Dorian stepped closer, so close his body was touching mine. “Hmmh. I don’t believe you, prisoner,” he said seductively.
“Yes, sir. Anything you want, sir,” I repeated again, sounding more confident.
He trailed his hand up my bare leg and leaned into my ear. “Prove it, number twenty-five,” he whispered. I heard the sound of his zipper and Dorian spun me towards him. He pushed me to the hard floor and my knees pinched at the pressure of it. Dorian’s glorious manhood danced in front of me.
“What ever you wish, sir,” I purred.
I took Dorian into my mouth and he hissed through his teeth. I wasn’t holding back anything. Dorian gripped one hand on the wall to steady himself. The other went into my hair. I took him all the way and let him press to the back of my throat. I sucked harder and he shuddered. I pulled away, trying to get the upper hand, and nipped at the tip of his head.
He pulled me up and gripped both of my arms. He turned me back toward the cement wall and spread my legs with his knee. “Naughty girl,” he said, in a raspy voice. I fought back my mischievous smile.
“Tell me, are you wet for me yet?” he said pushing my dress up to expose my bare cheeks. He caressed them firmly. “Good girl.”
I could see a couple had come in below us. The gentleman was lying on his back as the girl blew him. He lay there smiling, watching Dorian and me. The man could see right up between my spread legs. Dorian skimmed my back entrance and I could sense he considered more down the line. My breath hitched as he teased me for a second then slowly moved to my pussy. He dropped to his knees and plunged his tongue into me. I leaned down against him and he leaned up into me. His tongue penetrated me as I closed my eyes and gyrated my hips slowly against his face. Then he withdrew his tongue slightly and moved it up into my netherworld.
“Oh,” I inhaled sharply. No one had ever licked me there before. He devoured all of me. He licked, kissed and sucked one end of me then moved to the other. Back and forth, he roamed until I was drenched and trembling. It was exhilarating and I wanted more, but then he stood.
“I think that you liked that almost as much as I did. You love it when I eat your ass don’t you, Aria,” he said. I moaned. His other hand smacked my behind.
“Answer me,” he barked.
“Yes, sir,” I said, not caring about anything but the feel of him bringing me ever closer to climax.
I felt his warm hands smack me again, and then I heard the sound of his pants falling to the floor. He lifted my dress over my head, and then removed my bra, and within seconds, I was bared to him.
“Turn and face me.” I complied with his commands. Dorian’s sultry eyes traced every curve of my body. He moved me to the center of the room.
“Arms over your head.”
I felt a metal bar above me then Dorian walked over to where his pants lay, reached down and unsnapped a leather pouch on his gun belt, brought out handcuffs, stepped back to me, and cuffed me to the suspension above my head.
My back arched and my breasts pointed towards him. The man below us was pumping his manhood forcefully now into his girl’s mouth as he watched Dorian restrain me.
“Your breasts are exquisite,” he said cupping both of them. His mouth closed around my right breast and my insides clenched. He was taking his time but I didn’t want him to. I ground up against his hardness. He kissed across my chest and moved to my other breast. My eyes closed as he made his way down my belly. His palms cupped my ass. His mouth pressed hot kisses all over my belly and pelvis. Everywhere but where I needed him.
I looked down to take in the scene around me. I loved watching him make a meal of me. He was so seductive. He was master of my body. His eyes lifted to mine as his mouth finally fell over my clit and his tongue began its ruthless dance once again. The man below us watched him, intrigued by the way Dorian took command of my body.
I knew that I was supposed to be pleasing him but somehow he always made it about me. I never took my eyes away from his as he pushed my body to the edge. So much was being said without a word. The heat between us couldn’t be extinguished. Not even the cold loneliness of the past couple days caused me to falter.
His hands gripped tighter on my hips. His tongued pressed harder on my womanhood. I wanted to touch him. I needed to touch him and I hated not being able to. I ground into him and rode the ride of his tongue as my eyes lowered towards the floor and locked onto the couple below us.
The girl below moved up onto the
man’s hardness and it was a most seductive dance between the two lovers.
My attention turned back to Dorian as the burning pushed through me and I exploded in flames. His tongue pushed inside and he ravaged me while he gently slipped a finger into my rear until the spasms overtook me. There were so many feelings that flickered through my mind as he felt me cum on his tongue. And it scared me to the core to think that someday soon I would lose him. He would walk away at the end of this autumn session and I would never see him again. He was my friend, the celebrity superstar who chose me above all other glorious women at Paramore. I was nobody special, just a middle class Cleveland girl. But he still chose me. And I finally saw in his eyes why. Dorian cared about me. Maybe even more than he did himself.
Dorian rose to his feet and kissed me ravenously. I could taste myself on his tongue as he invaded my mouth. His hands pushed through my hair and he pressed in harder.
When he finally pulled away, we were both breathless. Gasping for air, he was holding me tight and silence stunned us both as the ripple of what we felt for one another ricocheted in our hearts like a slingshot. He didn’t need to say the words. I could see them in his eyes. Dorian wanted more from me. More than I could ever give because I had already given my heart to another. Avery Jameson was the love of my life and my soul mate. At least that was true until Dorian Macallan shook me like an intense earthquake and turned my perfect world upside down.
Dorian leaned away from me looking deep into my eyes with tenderness and then unshakably he said, “I…” He blinked and hid his true thought. “I’ll be right back. We need more drinks.” Then he got dressed and walked out while I hung there naked and alone.
I leaned my head over and looked down. The girl below was riding reverse cowgirl on the man as he stared intently between my spread legs. My face reddened a little after my intense session with Dorian got put on pause. Fuck my arms hurt. How long had I been hanging here? I have to get down. I couldn’t believe he just walked out and left me hanging here. He could have at least helped me down.
After giving it some consideration, I figured it shouldn’t be too hard for an ex-gymnast to get out of this contraption. I could see the handcuff keys on the bench next to the shower. At least Dorian didn’t take those with him. I lifted my knees off the ground and started rocking back and forth to swing myself and get some momentum. Then I kicked my legs over my head and carefully slipped the backs of my ankles over the bar that held my cuffs. I slithered until I got my calves over the bar and used my legs to offset my body weight and lift up enough so I could raise the cuffs up from their perch. I slid the cuffs off the hook and then carefully gripped the bar with my hands to slowly remove my legs. As soon as my knees cleared the bar, I lost my grip and fell right to the floor. BWUUMP!
My landing was so hard that the poor girl riding reverse cowgirl below me fell right off and nearly broke the man’s penis in half. He rolled over, wincing in pain, as I waved my apologies to them. I’ve seen photos of broken penises in some nursing journals. It’s a serious thing.
I stood up, walked over to the bench, and used the key to unlock my cuffs. My wrists weren’t happy about that episode. They were red and sore.
I quickly got dressed and downed the last shot and glass of wine as I waited for Dorian to return. The bottom slit slid open again and another tray of shots and drinks were pushed in but no Dorian this time.
I stood up, walked over, and moved the tray to the bench, then grabbed a glass of wine and went to the front bars to see if I could see Dorian anywhere.
I was reaching my drink limit as I stared around the ballroom. My eyes landed on the large stage to my right where a band was setting up. I looked to the drum kit to see who it was, holy shit, Chasing Seven was setting up. My heart was in my throat.
I watched the stage crew and Avery’s team finish setting up the drums on the riser at the back of the stage. When did Avery have time to do all of this?
My eyes searched the room until they fell on Avery. Several men were standing around with him, each with a beer in his hand. My jaw dropped when I saw it was the lead singer of the band and his band mates. Then everything happened so fast. Maya entered the room with Kim. Maya squealed in delight as she saw the band. The terror twins were both behind the bar, so Kim was free tonight. Jenna stood behind Maya and the girls with a wide grin, enjoying the festivities. And I about fainted when Avery saw Maya and the girls and waved them towards where the band was standing.
Maya jumped up and down and drew everyone into a huge hug. I smiled warmly down at her, hoping like hell someone would look up and come free me.
Maya hugged Avery with tears in her eyes. He smiled genuinely down at her.
Travis stepped into the ballroom with an even larger group of guys, including Ethan and Wren and headed toward where they were all standing. I wanted to scream and yell for them to come get me, but I was Dorian’s for the night and I was forbidden to interact with them. I was stuck here in this cell watching from above.
Travis scooped Maya up, spun her around, and planted the most seductive kiss on her that I’d ever seen, and right in front of everyone. Her eyes shined up at him as Travis set her back on her feet. My heart swelled, knowing that they loved each other so much.
My envious gaze shifted to Avery as he stepped forward and introduced the band to everyone starting with Maya and Travis as the soon to be Bride and Groom. I wanted to be down there with them. I should be standing next to Avery.
Then it hit me, oh my god, this was their bachelor and bachelorette party. They were having a coed party right here during the prison theme party and I was stuck in this miserable cell watching from above. Suddenly, I felt lonelier than when I was in the holding cell earlier. I felt awful but there was no way Dorian was going to let me join them. Dammit.
The band seemed genuinely excited to be here, but I think they were a little shocked to know what kind of place they were in as the crowd filed past them in various stages of undress and bondage attire. I was certain that Avery had them all covered with confidentiality paperwork. The celebrities that were brave enough to still come here were trickling in a little at a time but I was sure the rash of paparazzi out at the front gate was keeping most of them away. The place wasn’t nearly as full as it was back in September. It was amazing what bad press can do to a place in three months. But no matter what, Avery still took care of his friends. My heart held so much pride that I had met such a great man. He was loyal to everyone around him. And I was lucky to have him in my life. I had to keep telling myself that.
The band went to do their sound check while Colt and Pierce dragged Travis to do some shots at the bar. The rest of the girls moved to one of the center tables that Sienna had set up for the bachelorette party and Maya was showered with gifts from all of them.
I downed my wine quickly, stumbled back to the bench, did two quick shots, and grabbed another glass of wine. If I was going to be stuck up here, I wasn’t going to be sober.
I moved to the front bars so I could at least experience Maya’s happy day with her, if only from above. I grasped the bar lightly with my right hand and allowed my body to sink down along the side of the bars. I sat cross-legged and settled in to watch.
The glass floor was cold on my bare bottom and I looked down to check on the couple below me. The girl was gone now and the man was lying directly underneath me pleasuring himself. He couldn’t get enough of staring up my dress. So I thought I’d give him a little thrill and pulled my dress up to my waist, completely exposing my bottom to him. At least somebody enjoyed spending time with me. I couldn’t believe none of my friends down there were even looking for me. No one seemed concerned that I wasn’t there. I thought Sienna might have shot me a quick glance as they were walking to their table but I couldn’t be sure. They were too engrossed in Maya to worry about me, I guessed.
Sienna handed over a large gift bag and gestured that it was from her, Sara, and it looked like she mouthed the word ‘Aria’. My eyes tea
red up at her kind gesture. I was feeling sentimental watching all my friends drinking and celebrating.
Maya then trilled in delight at the new set of lingerie that Sienna designed for her and blushed at the new riding crop and leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Maya was the dominatrix. So, did that make Travis her sub?
Maya rambled on about something and I pretended I was sitting there laughing with everyone.
After the presents, they all sat around enjoying the sight of the band finishing their sound check. The band stepped off the stage and made their way to the bar to get a couple drinks before they started playing. Jenna waved over Caitlyn, who had just entered the ballroom with Chase and she joined them while he went to get some drinks. I had to confess; it felt awful to see all my friends getting along so well without me. It totally sucked.
There was still no sign of Dorian. Where could he have gone?
Then Travis, Colt, and the guys rejoined the girls and spread out all around them. Ethan and Wren sat next to Jenna. Chase and Pierce chatted up Caitlyn. Travis was of course next to Maya, Colt beside Sara, Sean with Sienna. Kim was with the woman that proposed the Alice in Wonderland theme. I couldn’t remember her name. Oh yes, Kelly. Then Avery finally made his way to the side of the table. I should have been there next to him.
My eyes widened at the sight of Dorian as he entered the room in his gray suit. He was showered, dressed, and neatly groomed. He winked up at me and I tucked my chin to my chest trying not to blush but I couldn’t help the flood of emotions I was experiencing.
Dorian walked up to the bachelorette party, gave Maya a hug, and handed her a small gift. Avery and Dorian exchanged cold glances but not a word was said between them. I could tell they were being icy to each other even from way up here. Then Dorian moved up to the bar and ordered a drink as my favorite band took the stage and began to play. My hopes had been high for this night but I confess this was all fucking with me. The music pulsed through the room. Was I a sadist? Why did I bring this upon myself? What the hell was wrong with me?
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