Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
The large wooden door swings open to reveal a set of stairs carved out of stone and leading into darkness. Old sconces flicker on the wall, casting shadows.
I swallow. I wasn’t lying when I told Nero that I have no reservations, but looking down into the blanket of darkness, my stomach turns over. Not because I’m unsure, but because I want this to go well. When we leave here tonight, I want him to have no doubt that I’m the right choice.
He takes my hand, and we slowly make our way down the steps. The number of stairs make it feel as if we’re descending into the bowels of the earth. When we’re at the bottom, we find ourselves at the end of a long hallway with doors on each side. Sensual music plays, thrumming through my body as we make our way down the hall.
“My brothers and I each have our own private rooms, and the others you can think of as theme rooms,” Nero says.
As we approach the end of the hallway, murmurings can be heard over the music. Nero grips my hand tighter as though he can feel my anticipation growing and wants to ease my worry. I’ve performed enough that I’m not nervous to be in front of everyone in that sense—I don’t have stage fright. But I feel like the first time I stepped on stage. I know what to expect now and the jitters have vanished, but tonight I’m on edge only from not knowing how it all goes down.
When we reach the end of the hallway, we enter a cavernous room filled with people wearing masks. As Nero said, they’re all different colors, and everyone is also dressed in theme for tonight’s event.
The crowd parts as if we’re someone of importance. Never in my life have I felt that way. We make our way through them, and when we reach the other side, I see a dais. It’s empty except for a large black chair with intricate gold detailing making it look like a throne in the center.
Nero holds my hand as he helps me up the stairs onto the dais and follows. Reaching for my hips, he turns me so I face the crowd as he stands behind me. I take in all the faces, the familiar lust filling their eyes through their masks and their slackened jaws from when I perform at TT’s. As it always does, a surge of confidence and power fills me.
Without saying a word to me, Nero palms my breasts, running his thumb over the thin cotton over my nipples. My eyes drift closed as my nipples peak. I’m panting, and when he cups the weight of my heavy breasts in his hands, a small moan slips from my lips.
He continues to fondle me, playing, tweaking, brushing my nipples just enough to drive me crazy and make me want more, until another man steps on stage with us. The man in a black mask comes to stand in front of me, and his hazel eyes roam over my body from top to bottom and back again.
“Oh, she’s a sweet little thing, Nero. You were right,” he says.
One of Nero’s hands moves up from my breasts to wrap around my neck, and he speaks directly into my ear. “Carlos is going to suck your tits while I get you off with my fingers. It’s a little warm-up for what’s to come. Would you like that?”
I nod enthusiastically, my breath coming in raspy waves.
Carlos smiles, one corner of his lips lifting more than the other.
“Pull up her dress for me, Carlos,” Nero says.
Carlos bends down and does what he says, pulling my skirt to my waist. I’m not wearing any underwear, and Nero’s fingers immediately slip between my legs, finding my swollen clit. My ass arches out to grind against Nero’s hard length between us.
Nero continues his ministrations while Carlos tugs down the elastic at the top of my shirt so that my breasts are bared for the crowd.
“Fuck, what gorgeous tits.” Carlos palms them and tweaks my nipples.
My breath comes faster when he wraps his mouth around my nipple, sucking softly before the suction grows harder. Nero continues to own my pussy with his fingers, dipping them lower and collecting my arousal before bringing them back to my clit.
Carlos tugs on my nipple with his teeth, and all three of us watch as he pulls away from me. Eventually his mouth pops off my breast, and it jiggles.
Nero groans behind me and thrusts his hips into me to feel how much this is turning him on. That matched with his fingers and Carlos concentrating on my other breast is taking me to the edge fast. No way I’m going to last long.
Both men continue to torment me in the best way, then Nero says, “Let’s switch.”
Carlos grins at me again as Nero’s fingers run along my lips, sliding into my mouth to lick off my arousal. Nero now plays with my tits and watches as Carlos’s hand moves between my thighs. Nero keeps thrusting into my lower back, and it makes me want to be full of him. But I’m also enjoying the way Carlos has stripped his gaze off my face as he works between my legs.
Then Carlos’s and my gazes lock and hold as he increases the pressure, and my core tightens.
Nero must sense me pulling back because he whispers, “Let go, princess. Let him see how beautiful you look when you come and know how lucky I am that you’re mine.”
His words send me over the edge, and I buck against Carlos’s hand, my head falling against Nero’s chest, crying out. Nero pinches my nipples—hard. My orgasm is heightened by all the eyes watching us.
When I finally come down, Nero uses his hand on my chin to turn my face, kissing me deeply. “Princess,” he practically growls.
Somehow, I’m still able to stand, though my legs feel like jelly. With his hands around my waist, Nero turns me to face him, taking my hand and walking backward.
“Undo my pants and pull my dick out.” The authoritative voice he commands me with is such a turn-on.
I reach down and undo his pants, slide the zipper down, and pull out his long length.
He runs the pad of his finger from my temple down to my chin then over my mouth. “We’re going to put these plump lips to work. What do you think?”
I’m only able to nod.
Nero grips the base of his cock, tugging on himself. I can’t help but watch. “Take all your clothes off. I want everyone who’s not on this stage to know what they’re missing out on.”
My hands rise to unlace the corset around my waist, and I drop it to the floor, then I pull off my shirt. Finally, I yank the skirt down.
“Leave the shoes on,” Nero says.
I might start leaving my shoes on even when we’re not in the Ritual Room.
Nero steps back and sits on the throne. He looks like a king—legs splayed wide, stroking his thick, hard cock, the raven mask hiding his face except for his eyes that are eating me up and the insolent tilt to his chin that lets everyone know he’s the one in charge tonight.
Nero slides his hand into the hair at the back of my head, pulling me toward his lap. “While you’re working me, Carlos is going to make you come with his tongue. Let’s show him how good you taste, shall we, princess?” I nod, and Nero urges my lips to the head of his cock. “Are you ready to show everyone why you’re my queen?”
Jesus, I could melt into a puddle right here. This man and his words.
Without waiting for me to answer, he brings my mouth down onto him, and I open wide, taking in the length of him. He groans deep in his throat as Carlos’s hands wrap around my waist. He tugs me back so my torso is parallel with the floor. With a hand on each ass cheek, Carlos spreads me.
The first flick of his tongue lands on my puckered hole, and I jolt, but I ease from the pleasure, moaning around Nero’s cock. I work my lips up and down him, my gaze flicking up to his. He’s torn between watching his dick disappear into my mouth and watching what Carlos is doing to me.
Because I can’t fit him all in my mouth, I bring one hand to the base of his shaft, squeezing gently while I suck in my cheeks and run my mouth up and down his length.
Carlos shifts his attention to my opening, fucking me with his tongue. My eyes drift closed, and I moan. Nero’s hand threads through the hair at the top of my head.
When I open my eyes, Nero and Carlos must share a look because Nero grins before his eyes fall down to mine and his dick twitches in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his tip, then suck, fisting up and down his cock while Carlos moves onto my clit. His tongue flicks, then he sucks my greedy nub. With a few more of those moves, I’ll be coming on his face in no time.
I’d forgotten about the crowd, but when I hear someone behind us moan, the people come to the front of mind again, and it only serves to ratchet up my desire.
“Make her come, Carlos.” Nero smirks at me.
Carlos doubles his efforts, sucking and flicking and shoving his face between my legs. Like a large gust of wind, my orgasm blows over me, surrounding me and sending me flailing as I pop off of Nero’s length and cry out, grinding against Carlos’s face.
By the time my orgasm passes, and I stare up at Nero, his gaze is heavy-lidded.
“That will be all, Carlos,” Nero says without his eyes straying from mine. He holds out a hand to help me to my feet, and I stand in front of him, my arousal dripping between my legs. “Now ride me. Take what you want… from me. Claim me as yours in front of all these people.”
I waste no time straddling him, settling on his lap. There’s room on the throne for my legs on either side of his, and I’m sure that’s by design. Reaching down for his base, I slowly lower myself onto Nero. Our foreheads meet, and we groan in unison as my body grows used to the stretch of him. I move up and down, my body adjusting to his length.
“God, I love your fucking tits. They’re so perfect, princess.” He brings one to his mouth and sucks on my nipple.
My hand goes to the back of his head, holding him there, needing more.
There’s something hot as hell about the fact that I’m naked, and he’s completely clothed while I ride him. It makes me feel wanton, as if I’m at his mercy.
My movements are sharp as I slam down on him, unable to get enough—enough of this, of him, of us. My breasts rock each time, and the heavy weight of them bouncing sends sensation down to my clit.
Nero moves his hands to my waist, and I roll my hips against him, eager and desperate for the friction on my clit. The first flutters of my orgasm start in my womb. The sensation builds and builds, and though I try to clench it at bay, there’s no way I can deny what my body demands.
I grip Nero’s hair and cry out, pushing my tits into his face as I come hard. He bites one nipple, and it spurs another orgasm. He grips my hips hard, holding them in place and fucking me at a savage pace. His gaze fixates on my tits bouncing, and with one final thrust, he holds himself there, coming inside me. His cock jerks, then warmth spills out between my legs.
We remain in place, catching our breath, my face tucked into Nero’s shoulder while he runs a hand up and down my back. A few seconds later, he taps my hip with his hand, and I pull back before he threads his hand through my hair and pulls me in for a savage kiss.
“You were perfect, just as I knew you would be,” he says.
Physically, I expected to be satisfied tonight, but I couldn’t have predicted how close I’d feel to Nero emotionally.