I chose the Black Room because it's designed for a singular show with either a couple or at the most a threesome. There's a raised dais done in black lacquer with a huge king mattress on top, covered in black silk. Even the flooring is done in a shiny, black tile. I assume Bridger decorated the room this way so as to highlight the simplicity of the actions that would take place upon those silk sheets. He even made sure the only lighting in this room was a single overhead light that shines down like a spotlight onto the mattress.
Auralie stands frozen, staring out at the patrons who are starting to congregate at the glass now that the room has occupants. I walk up behind her, press my body into the backside of hers, and bring both of my hands around to cup her breasts over her dress. Dropping my head, I put my mouth near her ear and whisper, "Try to ignore them. Concentrate on me, okay?"
She nods and I squeeze the firm globes of her breasts, which are utterly fantastic. I mean, I knew they were because Magnus paraded her around naked one night, but feeling them--even with a clothing barrier--is beyond better than I could have imagined.
I'm stunned when Auralie reaches a hand back and rubs her palm over my growing erection before spinning in my arms. Her hands go to my belt, and she starts to work at it, but I bring my hands down to cover hers and bring them to a stop. "Uh-uh," I chastise her so softly that no one outside the glass would be able to hear me. "Not going to do this the way you sucked those other guy's cocks."
Her eyes snap up to mine, and her heart-shaped mouth pops open in surprise. She gasps when I reach around her back, find the zipper of her dress, and lower it down. When it reaches the base of her spine, I bring my fingertips to the collar and peel the material down over her shoulders, past her arms, and over her hips where it slithers to the floor. She stands before me in a nude strapless bra done in satin with matching panties that sit high on her hips, providing more than ample coverage of her crotch and ass. My fingers work the hooks at the back and the bra comes free, spilling out those fantastic tits with nipples already standing pebbled and ready for attention.
I massage her breasts with my hands briefly, and then lower my head to suck a nipple in my mouth. Auralie's hands fly to my head, her fingers digging into my hair briefly, but then just as quickly release me as if she doesn't want to show her reaction to my touch. This I understand because it would upset Magnus if she were to show favoritism to a customer, so I give her a pass on it and pull my mouth away from her puckered flesh.
"Get on the bed," I tell her as I step back and pull my shirt over my head. Auralie's eyes go wide, and she stares at my chest for a brief moment before letting them travel down my abs.
"The bed, Auralie," I gently remind her.
She turns and steps onto the lacquered dais, those high-heeled silver pumps making the toned muscles in her legs stretch and elongate. I can't help but stare at her ass as she places a knee on the bed and then crawls to the center before turning over and lying down.
I smile at her because she looks uncomfortable as hell, her legs stiff and her spine straight, casting furtive glances at the glass. Stepping onto the dais, I wrap my hands around her ankles and jerk her legs apart, causing her to gasp in surprise. I know Magnus is watching every bit of this to make sure I don't do anything that would "devalue" his little flower, but my back is to him and he can't see me grin down at Auralie as I crawl right up her body and press my aching cock down onto her pelvis. Even with her underwear on and my jeans, I can feel the heat our bodies generate.
Dropping my weight slightly, I lower my stomach and then my chest down onto her, putting my face right over hers. I want to kiss her again the way I did in the hallway, but I don't want Magnus to suspect there's anything more between Auralie and me than a man wanting to have a bit of a thrill.
So I take just a moment to whisper, so softly I know she can barely hear me. "Going to eat your pussy now, honey. And it's going to be intense. You're going to come like I suspect you never have before."
"Oh, God," she moans, her hips pressing off the mattress against me with a grinding motion.
I hiss through my teeth and quickly move back down her body, because I don't want to fucking come in my jeans. Pulling her underwear off, I drag them down her legs, tossing them over my shoulder. I don't even risk a glance back at the crowd I know is watching, and I'm briefly thankful I didn't see Jacob out there as he'd know Auralie lied to him yesterday about having her period by what I'm getting ready to do. Auralie's gaze drifts toward the glass, so I remind her, "Eyes only on me."
She obeys instantly so I reward her, dropping to my knees and pulling her body down to the edge of the mattress. She slides easily along the silk, and I get a good look at her waxed pussy as it gets closer to me. I'm not surprised by this, although I would have rather seen her more natural. I suspect, however, Magnus insisted on this to make her look as innocent as she's held out to be.
I run a fingertip over the soft, fleshy mound. While I'm sure having my fingers near this pussy makes Magnus extremely nervous, I drag it right down her slit where I'm utterly satisfied to find her already wet. Her entire body shudders.
I slide my gaze up Auralie's body and find her lifted up on her elbows, watching me with hazy, lustful eyes filled with fascination. Bending over, I bring her legs over my shoulders and move my hands up and over her stomach before using them to peel her wide open for me. She glistens. Her clit is so swollen it peeks out from her wet flesh. Bending over, I gently prod it with the end of my tongue, and Auralie's hips shoot off the bed as she moans. I press her back down, flick my tongue out again, but this time, I'm ready. I hold her down in place, but I'm not able to suppress the cry of pleasure that tears out of her. This I know the patrons out there heard. My dick starts pulsing in my pants I'm so turned on right now.
I want so badly to press my fingers inside of her, but that's a no-no, so I open my mouth and bring it down on her, giving her a long lick up her center before settling my lips right over her clit. Licking at her slowly, I prolong what I'm guessing might be torture the way she thrashes and calls out my name. I lazily rub circles around her swollen flesh, sometimes giving a little flutter of my tongue against her clit, but when I sense her getting close to an orgasm, I back off again. I could lie here all night and do this. Because Magnus gave me no time restrictions, I'm not in a hurry for this to end.
Over and over again, I lick and suck, sometimes pressing my finger on the little bundle of nerves and rolling it around. Auralie cries and begs, and when I finally risk a glance up at her, I find her watching me with almost anguish in her eyes. She opens her mouth and I expect her to beg me for release, but instead, she whispers in a low voice that won't carry past my ears, "Logan... let me do the same to you right now."
I rear slightly backward from the naked want in her voice. From knowing she wants her mouth on me the way I have mine on hers. I raise my eyebrows at her. Are you sure?
She answers back with a look so intense, I can't even doubt her meaning. Yes. Now. In my mouth.
I go a little dizzy from what she just communicated to me, but I gather my wits enough I'm able to stand up on the dais and shed the remainder of my clothes. Nothing I'm planning on doing is breaking any of Magnus' rules, but I'm so compelled to shove my cock in her mouth, merely because she really wants it there, that I'd do it even if he'd told me not to. Nothing's stopping this train now that it's left the station.
Auralie is back on her elbows again, watching me with keen eyes. I drop to my knees back on the mattress, my dick bobbing almost painfully. I take note of the flushed cheeks, tangled hair from her thrashing, and pebbled nipples, and I can't wait another minute. Flipping my body around, I lay on my side with my face at her hips, which puts hers near mine as she rolls to her side. I can't bear to look down at her, so I concentrate on getting my mouth back on that sweet pussy by taking her outer leg, picking it up, and maneuvering it onto my shoulder. I use the arm I'm lying on to snake around her back and press her toward me, using my tongue to prod through
her wet folds and find the prize. When my tongue hits her clit, she jerks and moans. I fucking love that sound from her.
Then her hand is on my cock and I'm the one who jerks, which mashes my mouth to her harder. I hold my breath for a moment that lasts for years, and then I can feel her hot, wet mouth on me. I groan against her pussy. And fuck... she takes me so deep my balls start tingling.
I can't see a damn thing because I'm face first into some sweet eating, nose, lips, mouth, and tongue deep into her snatch, and I think it might even be better I can't see. Rather, I can imagine. Her cheeks hollowed out, her throat begging to be plowed. Her mouth so damn wet that she glides seamlessly up and down my shaft. She places a tentative hand to my balls and rolls them against her palm, and I feel the head of my dick bumping against the back of her mouth. Every time I put pressure on her clit, she moans, which vibrates against my aching shaft and shoots jolts of pleasure down to my nuts.
She's so fucking good at this, but I knew she would be.
I just knew it.
I'm so close to coming and the thought of her drinking me down starts sending me over the edge.
I don't want to leave her behind so I hit her clit hard with my tongue, flicking it quickly with increasing pressure.
Both of us are so far gone, our hips pumping against each other. My head bobs between her legs as she gyrates and I ram my cock in and out of her mouth, entering the top of her throat.
With a sudden heave of my body, I roll to my back, my arm around her, taking her with me so I'm on the bottom and she's on top. Her mouth never misses a stroke. I use both free hands now to pull her down so she's sitting on my face and my tongue is lashing at her pussy. Auralie is leaking all over my mouth and chin faster than I can lap it all up, and when I sense she's right on the edge, I do something deliciously dirty to her that's also not against Magnus' rules.
I reach a hand past her hip, over her lower spine, and push my fingers lightly down the crack of her ass. Pushing them past her tight hole, down to the base of her pussy where she's dripping wet, I rub my fingers around until they're soaked. Then back up again where I push the tip of my index finger right into her ass.
Auralie shrieks against my cock and then tilts her pelvis so she's grinding on my face, her entire body quaking as an orgasm rips through her. It causes my own to fire and I plant my feet on the mattress, punch my hips up, and start to unload what seems like buckets into her hot little mouth.
I groan my relief against her pussy, pull my index finger out to the tip, and push it back in. Auralie cries out again, but it's muffled because her mouth is full of cum and cock, still holding me so deep I can feel her throat swallowing against my overly sensitive head.
When she's given one last pull on my cock, she pulls her head back and I flop out of her. Her face falls and rests on my thigh as I pull my finger out of her ass, giving a slight push on her hips to lift off me. She's practically dead weight and I'm barely able to breathe, but I also don't want to lose the feeling of her against me.
So I roll both of us to the side again, slipping my arms around her waist and resting my cheek against her pelvis as I try to get my breathing under control.
Not once did I think about the crowd watching us, or if Magnus is pissed that was clearly a bit more than I'm sure he imagined happening, or even if Auralie's mortified we did that in front of all those people. I don't think of anything other than the fact that was my one and only crack at this gorgeous creature, and now I've got to figure out a way to move past this and put her out of my mind.
Chapter 8
Auralie
I pull Magnus' rental Porsche into a parallel parking spot just one block off the town square, almost giddy with excitement to have the opportunity to explore Jackson. To say I was stunned this morning when Magnus woke me up at the crack of dawn was an understatement. He burst into my room, telling me that I needed to drive him to the airport as he had an emergency back in New York he had to handle.
There was no way I was going back with him because he wasn't about to waste money on a plane ticket when I wasn't necessary to him there, and he also didn't want me having any face-to-face contact with my father. When I asked him what the emergency was, my stomach dropped when he said with icy menace, "Your father apparently can't follow instructions. He's going to cause everything to crumble if I don't get there and settle things down."
Yeah, well, that's what you get, Magnus, when you get a two-bit hustler to run a long con that's completely out of his comfort zone.
I worried, of course, for my father. Magnus may at most times project an air of civility and politeness about him, but that's just part of him staying in character. I've seen the nasty side that gets out of control with blistering anger. While Magnus Albright could never be compelled to violence as he might hurt his prissy, delicate hands, he has enough goons on his payroll that his messages are always imparted with brutal clarity as to his seriousness.
So Dad has screwed up apparently, and I'm worried for him, but I also have to remember that Magnus left me here and this game hasn't been played out to his conclusion. He's not going to do anything to my father that will send me running, so I'm just going to have to hope my dad didn't fuck things up too badly and that Magnus can fix whatever it is.
And then he can come back here, and we can get this finished. I can move on with my life then, which most definitely includes a plan to pay Magnus back for making me do this.
But for now, I'm stuck in the picturesque town of Jackson. Although I've been here a week, I haven't left the rented house I shared with Magnus except to go to The Silo. I was going stir crazy on top of plain old crazy because of this shit I've landed myself into, and now I'm going to spend a nice day just being a normal girl on a very abnormal vacation.
Over the next hour, I walk in and out of various shops, most of them geared toward visiting tourists. I spend twenty minutes alone in the studio of a photographer who specializes in native wildlife, wishing I had time to go explore Yellowstone. Maybe tomorrow, depending on how fast Magnus is coming back. I assume he'll call me at some point today and give me a tentative plan. Until then, he merely told me to stay out of trouble and to keep a low profile until he got back.
I walk a few blocks off the town square, passing by a tattoo shop and wishing I had the time or extra money to get one. It's always been a wish of mine, and I know exactly what I'd get.
A pair of rolling dice on my inner forearm.
My signature grift.
I pass a novelty T-shirt shop with product hanging in the window that says things like "Wyoming: Where Men Are Men and the Sheep Are Scared" or "I Support The Right to Keep and Bear Arms" with a picture of a grizzly holding a rifle.
Past a winter sporting store called Teton Ski and Snowboarding, which even though it's still fairly warm out, it seems to have a ton of people inside as I pass by.
To a shop specializing in cowboy boots--
"Auralie?" I hear from behind me.
Turning around, I freeze in place as I see Logan walking out of the ski shop carrying a small paper bag in his hand. His expression mirrors mine, I'm sure. I never thought I'd see you again.
This we both knew was a truth because Logan whispered it to me last night. While we were getting dressed after that incredible session in the Black Room, he said he wasn't going to come back into The Silo until after I was gone. It was both a sweet and sad sentiment, and I understood his thinking without even asking him why. I was also grateful he wouldn't come back, because I didn't want him to see me on my knees before another man, nor did I want him involved in this farce any longer.
"Hey," I respond in a quavering voice, shaking as he walks toward me.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, his head swiveling left and right, I'm betting looking for Magnus.
"He's not here," I tell him, and his eyes snap back to mine as his shoulders visibly drop into a relaxed posture. "He went to New York for a few days and left me back here."
The very se
cond Logan comprehends that Magnus is gone and I'm here with no one to look over me, something flashes in his eyes that looks dark and dangerous and yet so alluring, a surge of adrenaline courses through me. I almost half expect him to grab me, pull me into a dark alley if such a thing existed in Jackson, and have his way with me.
Instead, he reaches out for my hand and says, "Come on. Let's go get some breakfast."
I don't hesitate. Don't even think to deny him. My hand lifts out and clasps his palm to palm because there's nothing else I'd rather do in this moment. He turns and leads me back in the same direction I had just come from. We walk side by side in silence as he maneuvers us past tourists who clog the sidewalks, across a busy street when the walk sign says we can go, and down another sidewalk, which puts us back on one of the main streets that border the Town Square.
He leads me with purpose. The long strides and the way he grips my hand strongly but gently tells me he's determined to get me someplace where we can sit down and talk.
Actually talk.
No more intent meanings hidden within the depths of our eyes.
While it was an excellent means to communicate when we couldn't actually converse, I'm looking forward to just hearing more of his deep voice that has just the sexiest of rumbles to it.
Logan leads me to a restaurant called "Frannie's" that looks like a log cabin. It has a flat, wide porch across the front with several rocking chairs where customers can rock away the time while they wait for a table. It's past the early breakfast rush, and there's no one waiting outside. Logan leads me in, nods at one of the waitresses, and pulls me through the restaurant to the back where there's a semi-private table in a corner by the kitchen. He only releases my hand to let me slide into my chair, and then he takes the one opposite me.
With quiet speculation, Logan just stares at me, as if he can't quite figure out what to do with me, except maybe feed me. I'm equally at a loss as to what to say, because talking about what happened between us last night could be extremely dangerous.
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