Chapter 28
Twenty-Eight
The theme for tonight’s Ritual Room is rock star, so I’m wearing leather pants with no shirt and a studded belt. Cinder just about blew me away when she arrived in my room wearing an early days Pamela-Anderson-inspired short black skirt with matching halter vest. Her cleavage is on full display, as are her shapely legs. She was made for the part.
“I like that you’re not wearing a shirt.” She traces her hand down my chest.
“You do, do you? What about you? You look like a wet dream tonight, princess.” My dick twitches when I think of everyone looking at her and knowing she’s mine.
I’ve already planned who will join us and our activities in my private room tonight, and I’m anxious to get there. But first, there’s something else we have to do.
“May I put your mask on you for the first time?” I ask.
“Yes, of course.” She’s clearly excited by the prospect.
I walk to the table where she set it when she arrived and move behind her, I gently place it over her eyes and secure it in back.
When she turns around to face me, I can’t help the word that slips out of my mouth. “Perfect.”
She smiles when I slide on my own mask.
“Ready to do this?” I hold out my hand, and she accepts it.
“Yup. Though I’m wondering how things will go tonight now that I’m not being initiated.”
We head out of my room into the hallway, where the sconces flicker on the wall.
“It’ll start the same way most parties do. People will mingle, some will have a few drinks. From there, people will either wander off to the different rooms to start the fun, or they’ll begin in the main room.”
She licks her lips. “Is it weird that I feel more nervous about tonight than I did the night of initiation?”
My forehead wrinkles. “Why are you nervous about tonight?”
She shrugs. “I guess it’s the idea of standing around and talking to all these people after what they saw last month.”
I squeeze her hand as we enter the communal part of the manor. “Cinder, no one is judging you down there, believe me. They’re all there for the same reason we are.”
She nods, but my words haven’t calmed her. I make a mental note to find Anabelle or Rapsody as soon as we get downstairs. She’ll probably feel better around them.
When we reach the basement door, I take the key out of my pocket and unlock it to head downstairs. The bass of the music thrums as we make our way down the hall.
Unfortunately, it’s not Anabelle or Rapsody I see when we enter the main room, but Sid. I haven’t spoken to him since we got into it in Asher’s office. Have barely seen him around for some reason. I’m not sure if that’s by design or happenstance.
I’m still pissed off with him for what he said, but I’ll try to keep the peace tonight if he’s willing. You never know what mood he’ll be in.
I nod as he approaches us, dark eyes taking us in through his wolf mask.
“Here to put on another show this month, Cinder?” he says.
So he isn’t over our argument. I should be the one pissed off, not him.
Cinder doesn’t say anything. Instead, she looks at me.
“Haven’t seen you around the manor much. What have you been up to?” I ask, trying to get our conversation back on track.
Sid ignores me, sliding a hand around Cinder’s waist and stepping into her. “C’mon, Cinder. You know how Nero likes to share.”
Cinder draws back as much as she can, clearly uncomfortable with Sid.
I lean in so only the two of them can hear me. “Fuck off, Sid.”
He turns his head in my direction. “Why should I? We’ve shared before. Many times. What makes her different?”
EverythingI want to tell him, but now is not the time or place. We’re supposed to be the leaders here, and everyone looks to us to set the standard.
“Save it for someplace else, and get your hands off of her.”
He chuckles and releases her. “Haven’t seen you like this since?—”
“Enough!” I snap before he finishes the sentence.
He turns around and disappears into the crowd.
I set my hand on Cinder’s lower back. “Sorry about that. He and I had it out last month, and he’s clearly not over it. That was about the two of us, not you.”
“Is he always so… antagonistic?”
I shake my head. “No, usually he’s trying to make people think he’s more civilized. That’s what worries me.”
Whatever. There’s nothing to be done about it at the moment.
“C’mon. Let’s go get a drink, and I’ll introduce you to people.”
An hour later, I catch Tristan’s eye and nod toward my private room down the hall. He nods back.
I lean into Cinder and inhale her jasmine scent. “You ready for some fun?”
Her breath hitches, and she gives me a small nod. I look at Rapsody, who’s she’s chatting with.
“I’m going to steal her for the evening now. Have fun.” I wink, and Rapsody blushes.
Taking Cinder’s hand, I lead her down the hallway and unlock my personal room, bringing her inside. The room is dark and filled with the same music that plays in the main area. There’s a bed against one wall and a dresser with various toys we could put into practice. There’s also a bondage and milking table, which is where we’re going to have our fun tonight.
As soon as we’re in the room, I draw Cinder in for a kiss. I’m the only one who’s ever going to kiss her from now on. I’m sure some guys would think it’s messed up to want your woman to suck off someone else but not kiss them. For me, kissing is about intimacy whereas the rest is about physical pleasure. I don’t want her sharing that intimacy with anyone but me.
She wraps her arms around my neck and returns the kiss. The leather of her top sticks to my bare chest while I palm the back of her head, pushing my fingers through her blonde hair. I sense the door of my room opening when the music gets louder for a moment, but I don’t break the kiss.
Instead, I move my hands to her back and unzip her top, pulling away briefly to pull it up over her head, tossing it aside. When I move back in to continue our kiss, I slide down the zipper on her skirt, letting it drop to her feet.
The press of her hard nipples on my chest feels so good that I can’t resist. I bend and suck one of her nipples, biting down on the tip and causing her hands to fly to the back of my head. Her fingernails run along my scalp as I devour her tit.
Tristan has been undressing behind her this whole time, watching us. He steps up behind her, whispering a kiss on her bare shoulder, and she startles, then meets my gaze and relaxes in my arms. His hand comes around, lifting her tit, offering it to me, and I wrap my lips around the nipple while his other hand delves between her legs. Cinder sighs when he touches her clit, her back falling to his chest.
I pull away from her breast and step back, wanting to admire them. I picture Tristan’s cock nestled between her sculpted ass cheeks and watch as he pumps his hips into her.
“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” I say to him.
His eyes lift from kissing her neck, and he nods, running his fingers through her folds and squeezing her tit with his other hand. “These fucking tits, man.” He kisses her neck, and she leans her head back, offering him more access.
“Make her come, and maybe I’ll let you fuck them.”
His grin says that’s an easy task.
Tristan walks around her and settles on his knees in front of her. I watch as he dives right in between her legs, mouth feasting on her cunt, fingers between her legs. Cinder grips his head to keep her balance, breathing heavily and rocking her pussy against his mouth. It’s hot as fuck that she maintains eye contact with me the whole time.
I undress while I watch them, first removing my boots, then my pants until I’m standing there naked, cock straining toward her as though it’s a heat-seeking missile, and she is my target.
Her eyes flare once before she cries out and holds his head to her mound, riding out her orgasm. So. Fucking. Hot.
While she catches her breath, Tristan stands and looks at me. Cinder’s arousal glistens on his face, and my hand reaches for my cock, stroking it.
“Now get on your knees for him, princess, and put him in your mouth.”
She immediately does as I ask, and my cock jerks in my palm the moment she wraps her tiny hand around his girth and slides her lips over the crown. Cinder goes to town on him, and I know exactly what he’s experiencing. Exactly how good she’s making him feel.
“She’s fucking magnificent at that, isn’t she, Tristan?”
He tears his eyes from watching her and nods at me. “So bloody good.”
I keep stroking my cock and walk around so that I can see her eyes. Tristan’s hands are on the sides of her head as he rocks his hips into her mouth.
“You like him fucking your mouth, princess?” With my other hand, I squeeze my balls.
Cinder nods the little that she’s able and gags when Tristan pushes even farther in.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he groans, head tipped back.
Time to save him from himself. If he keeps going, he’s going to be out of this.
“That’s enough,” I snap.
As I knew he would, Tristan lets go of her head and steps back. Cinder pulls away and looks to me for direction.
“Cinder, go lie face up on the black leather table over there.” I motion in its direction and watch as Tristan tracks her every move with his gaze. “Tristan, grab the lube from the top drawer.”
He does as I instruct and walks over to the side of the table.
“Spread it all over her tits. Don’t miss any spots.”
I walk to the head of the table and watch as Tristan squirts the lube all over her massive tits, then uses his hands to make sure it’s been spread everywhere. Cinder’s nipples are hard points, proof that she loves the attention. When he tugs on her nipples, she moans.
I lean forward and drag Cinder toward me so her head hangs off the table, then I look at Tristan. “Get up on the table, Tristan, and fuck her tits.”
He wastes no time, hauling himself up and straddling her torso on the wide table. He pushes her tits together, sliding his cock between them until it disappears between the flesh. I imagine what that feels like, and from the expression on Tristan’s face, it’s pure ecstasy.
Unable to hold off any longer, I bring my dick to Cinder’s mouth. She immediately opens for me. She moans as though it pleasures her to pleasure me, and my cock grows even harder. I hold either side of her head as I rock into her mouth. It’s warm and wet and the way her throat squeezes around me when I push all the way in almost makes me forget my fucking name. Pure bliss. That’s what this is.
Tristan meets my gaze, and we fuck her in different ways, one no less amazing than the other. When I think of the pleasure she’s giving me, giving him, I almost bust a nut right then.
Cinder may dole out pleasure to other men when we’re down here, but she’s mine. Other men will only get a taste of the pleasure she can bring them. They’ll never be able to keep her.
I can tell Tristan’s close when his eyes drift closed, and he can no longer hold my gaze. With a couple more pumps and a groan, he releases ribbons of white that coat Cinder’s chest.
“I wish you could see yourself, princess.” I push in and out of her mouth as my balls tighten. “You look so beautiful.”
When she moans, her throat squeezes the end of my cock, and I can’t hold off any longer. I still, holding myself there for a moment, and decide at the last minute to pull out.
Jerking myself, I add my release to Tristan’s, who’s now climbed off the table.
“Fuck, that was incredible,” I say.
Cinder’s thighs are pressed together in need of her own release. Once I’ve ridden out my orgasm, I walk to the other end of the table, grab Cinder’s ankles, and drag her down until her ass is near the edge. She meets my gaze, her eyes filled with need. My woman needs me to get her off, and I’ll happily oblige. I grab her ankles again and position her legs so her feet are flat on the table, legs spread.
“Time for your reward.” I grin and plant my face between her legs until she screams, getting the same release she gave me.