32. Mine to Touch. Mine to Explore.
Chapter thirty-two
Mine to Touch. Mine to Explore.
Monique
We walked deeper into the space, and Lei interlocked his fingers with mine.
Keeping his slow pace, I gazed at him. “Those women by the bed?”
A wicked smirk played on his face. “Yes?”
“Why are they here?”
“Those are the Keepers.”
“Keepers?”
“They keep the Mountain Master’s secrets.”
I sucked my teeth. “That’s not an answer. You know what I want to know.”
He laughed. “And what do you want to know, Moni?”
“What are they going to do? Is this about to be an orgy or something?”
He stopped us in the center of the space, faced me, and an intense expression hit his face.
My breath caught in my throat.
He tilted his head to the side. “You think I could share you ?”
I held my hands out. “Lots of men would love to have sex with four women in one moment.”
Silent, he studied me.
I pointed to him. “You, yourself, said you typically have the whole harem performing in your bed. And right now, these women are by your bed. What else would I think?”
“You’re right about the harem. It took several of them to pleasure me.” Lei’s eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in closer. Barely an inch ran between his mouth and the side of my face. His breath warmed against my ear. “But I already know. . .I could never be okay with anyone else touching you. Not a man. Not a woman. No one.”
His words sent shivers down my spine.
He brushed his lips against the shell of my ear. “They’re here to help.”
My body tingled. “H-help with what?”
“Hmmm.” Stepping back, he guided me away. “Begin.”
What?
At his command, the blindfolded orchestra lifted their instruments in unison. Bows rose in poised hands. Flutes pressed to eager lips. The harp nestled against heaving breasts.
Lei caught me watching the musicians. “Do you like that they will be here?”
“Well. . .” I scanned all of their faces and the thick blue fabric shielding their eyes. “This is certainly a first.”
Still leading me forward, Lei traced soft circles along my palm. “They’re called, the Sky Whisperers. They don’t play traditional songs or anything ever written down.”
“Then, what do they play?”
“Whatever the feeling of the room tells them to play.”
“So like. . .an orchestra mood ring?”
He chuckled. “Pretty much.”
“But how is that possible?”
“Only kids with heightened senses can join.” He stopped me by the carts adorned with adult toys. “And then they are trained for the rest of their childhood to not just play their instrument but to feel and interpret the subtle energies and emotions in their surroundings.”
“And how do you learn that?”
“Deep meditation, sensory exercises.” Lei let go of my hand. “The orchestra’s blindfolds shut out the visual world.”
“Wow.”
Lei walked over to the carts and began perusing each one. “This allows the musicians to tune in more acutely to the vibrations and aura of the room.”
And then the orchestra began to play , enveloping the space in ethereal music that twirled and spun in the air.
Amazing.
While their eyes may have been veiled, they performed with precision.
Almost supernatural.
As if guided by an unseen force. The captivating sound seductively blended the strings with the woodwinds.
Lei looked up and studied me. “This is our energy right now. That’s what they feel.”
The song was beautiful, yet slightly disconcerting.
Haunting and enchanting all at the same time.
Each note caressed my skin.
This blissful sensation hummed through my body.
How could I not surrender to the symphony?
How could I not let it wash over me like the biggest ocean wave?
Shoving my body down below the surface of reality.
Drowning me in the beauty.
I trembled in delight, and a flute mirrored that rippling sound.
Then, the large bedroom doors opened, drawing my attention.
Two men entered, maneuvering a colossal object that instantly dominated the room’s already extravagant atmosphere.
What the fuck is this?
The men brought the huge thing over and stopped it three feet in front of us.
I took it all in.
Standing taller than the men, the huge thing must have been some sort of. . .bondage wheel, and I could not deny that it was one of the most imposing items in the space. Thick leather straps were attached to various areas of the wheel, promising to secure whoever was placed on it in a vulnerable and exposed position.
Ummm. . .
Lei walked over to another cart, stopped in front of a blue ostrich feather and smirked.
The two men rushed away and closed the doors.
I turned away from the bondage wheel and swallowed. “Lei?”
He didn’t look my way.
Instead, he kept his gaze on that ostrich feather. It was long and elegant, with delicate wispy strands that shimmered in the light.
And then the music shifted.
Did it feel my own shift in emotion from calm to anxiety?
The soothing melody transformed to sharp, staccato strings, their notes quick and erratic, mirroring the rapid heartbeat of unease.
Noticing it too, Lei looked up at me.
The flutes emit high-pitched, spiraling sounds, like the whistling wind of a storm.
He studied me. “You’re nervous.”
“A little.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
The music began to settle back into the earlier calming melody.
“You have a lot going on in here.” Nervous and excited, I gestured around the space. “What are we exactly about to do? It’s like a whole team with equipment and tools—”
“Now that I have you in the East. . .”
I parted my lips. “Yes?”
“There’s no escape.”
I grinned. “That’s not an answer, Lei.”
“I want you.” A dark groan left him. “I want to devour you for the rest of this afternoon. For the rest of this night, and well into the morning.”
The melody turned into a vibrant, energetic rush of sound. There was the quick, lively tempo of the strings playing rapid, ascending scales.
Lei slipped his gaze along my body. “We won’t leave the room for days.”
The brass section joined in with triumphant, bold blasts.
“There will be pleasure.” A wicked glint flashed in his eyes. “There will be some pain.”
My pulse picked up.
“But even more, there will be orgasms.” He gestured at the trio of women in blue body suits.
They hurried to me.
I watched them. “What are they about to do?”
Up close, they appeared even more intense and dramatic.
The dark blue covering their eyes and extending across their faces like blindfolds wasn’t make up at all.
It was glitter.
I tensed as they circled me. “Lei?”
“Get the wheel ready.”
Silent, they rushed over to the huge contraption and began unbuckling the leather straps.
Lei prowled my way.
The music swelled, becoming a loud and passionate symphony.
My body hummed.
He stopped in front of me, mere inches away. His eyes were dark and possessive.
I could see the longing in them.
The primal hunger.
His breathing grew hard.
His chest rose and fell.
Lei lifted his hands to the strap of my dress. “Trust me.”
I shivered.
Lei’s hands danced across my body, tracing my curves and dips with a passionate finesse. His touch was both tender and possessive, igniting a fire within me that grew more intense with each passing moment.
And then with a gentle yet purposeful touch, he undressed me.
The soft fabric slipped down my skin like a lover’s caress.
My body quivered, yearning for more of his alluring touch.
Once the dress fell to the floor, the violins played with a fiery intensity and the cellos soared with emotional notes.
Groaning, Lei got behind me.
That was when I noticed the women standing by that wheel, watching with excitement filling their eyes.
My nipples went stiff.
Was it Lei or the music?
Was it that people were watching?
Or was I just so fucking horny?
Either way, the moment Lei touched the center of my back and then slipped his fingers slowly up my spine, I became undone.
Shivering and softly moaning.
One would have thought he had his cock deep inside of me.
It was all a sensory overload.
Fuck.
With a slow, deliberate precision, Lei began to unfasten the strap of my bra.
The bra loosened.
Those straps slid down my arms, and my breasts eagerly spilled out, yearning to be touched.
Soon my bra fluttered to the floor.
And all of the women’s eyes went to my breasts. One of them licked their lips. Another leaned against the other as if craving some form of touch.
Lei placed his strong hands on my hips. Those tantalizing fingers drew delicate hearts onto my skin. “You are mine.”
My entire being grew even more alive to his touch.
The orchestra weaved notes of slow, aching tenderness. It was all rich tones and sorrowful yearning.
“You are mine.” Lei slipped my panties down over my hips. “Mine to touch. Mine to explore. Mine to pleasure.”
The panties fell to the floor and pooled around my feet.
Slowly, I stepped out of them.
Lei pressed his hard, throbbing cock against my bare ass. His breathing grew ragged as he traced long lines along my bare skin, caressing my ass and hips, my thighs and the mound of my pussy.
Leaving trails of fire in their wake.
Those fingers were insatiable.
A soft moan escaped me.
Lusty flames danced along my skin.
Over by the bondage wheel, the women had gotten very close to each other, so close, it looked to be a merging of bodies in a seductive embrace.
My heart raced along with the music.
Groaning, Lei rested his hands on my stomach and deeply inhaled the back of my neck.
“These feelings for you. . .” Lei kissed the curve of my neck. “They scare me.”
I trembled against him. “W-why?”
“Because I don’t just want to fuck you, Moni.” He slipped his hands up my sides and then cupped my breasts. “I want to live inside of you.”
A passionate note from the flutes floated through the air.
My need for him was unbearable, the erotic dance between us reaching a fever pitch. I could feel myself slipping into a state of pure, unadulterated hunger.
His fingers teased my nipples until they were taut peaks of pleasure, sending jolts of ecstasy shooting through me.
The sensation was so intense my knees nearly buckled.
Yet, he didn’t give me time to breathe, he returned to leaving soft kisses on the curve of my neck, and then he bit down hard.
“Oh!”
It was shocking and so fucking sexy.
Was it odd that I loved his teeth on my skin?
And loved even more when he desperately lapped his tongue at his teeth’s marks.
A low growl rumbled from his chest.
Fast, he was right in front of me.
It was in the time of a blink.
I gasped.
He lifted me in his arms and kissed me all at the same, making my head spin and my body quake and my pussy wet and my legs shake.
I straddled his waist and he carried me away, still devouring my mouth, still twisting that tongue along mine, still blowing my mind.
The orchestra’s music deepened into one sensuous melody that set the room aflame with aching ecstasy. They all played this one erotic note together, off and on, over and over as if they were fucking each other with the instruments.
When Lei pulled his mouth from mine, that was when I felt the press of the wooden bondage wheel at my back.
I widened my eyes.
When the hell did we get over here?
He let me down. “Do you trust me?”
I shivered. “Y-yes.”
He gestured to the women. “Then, let’s begin.”