Between Two Fires #2
Candles flickered from every corner, wax dripping in slow, sensual streams. A massive bed- low, wide and covered in black silk- sat in the center. Mirrors lined the walls and ceiling, reflecting every hungry glance.
A gleaming chrome pole rose from the floor near the bed. A swing hung in the far corner- red leather straps, polished metal hooks. Mark’s mouth went dry.
This room wasn’t for dancing.
It was for indulgence.
Anya turned to him, lips parted in a sly smile. She tugged Chastity into her arms, and began to move- swaying, touching, stripping one another down, teasing, slow, and deliberate.
Straps slipped. Lace fell. Nipples peaked.
Mouths met in a kiss that was hungry and wet, Chastity moaning softly into Anya's mouth as their bodies pressed together.
Mark’s cock ached, rock hard beneath his pants, straining to be free.
Anya approached him like a predator, her fingers slipping down to his zipper.
“Come here,” she said, voice low and rich with command.
He did.
She unzipped him slowly, his pants falling to the floor, and both women dropped to their knees.
Anya’s tongue traced the underside of his shaft.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered, before sliding her lips over his tip.
Chastity didn’t wait. Her tongue joined Anya’s, hot and eager, licking around the base, teasing his balls, taking turns with her as they worshipped him together.
It was overwhelming- the softness of their mouths, the flick of their tongues, the obscene wet sounds echoing in the candlelit room.
“Fuck,” Mark groaned, his hands in their hair, hips rocking forward. “I need to feel you. Now.”
Anya rose and turned, bending over the edge of the bed, her perfect ass in the air, her lips swollen and glistening.
Mark didn’t wait. He pushed inside her, hard and deep, groaning at how tight she felt, how slick, how she clenched around him like she was made for him.
She helped, pushing back, meeting every thrust with a sharp roll of her hips.
Chastity climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs for Anya.
“Feed me,” Anya murmured, diving between her thighs.
Her tongue slid over Chastity’s slick folds, her fingers joining in the rhythm as Mark plunged into her from behind, driving her mouth deeper in to Chastity’s pussy.
The room was all heat and breath and moans.
Anya pulled away suddenly, her eyes gleaming.
“My turn,” she said to Chastity. “Do you want to taste him inside me?”
Chastity moaned and nodded, turning around and positioning herself at the edge of the bed as Anya straddled her face with deliberate grace. Lowering herself, she offered the sweet nectar of her arousal laced with Mark’s cum slick inside her.
Mark’s cock throbbed at the sight. He positioned himself between Chastity’s legs, lifting them up and pushing them wide open, guiding his length into her soaked, petite body.
She gasped as he filled her- all of him, stretching her inch by inch.
Anya circled her pink, swollen folds onto her mouth as Chastity lapped at the slickness, moaning with each slap of Mark’s hips.
It was too much. Too wet. Too tight. Too hot.
Mark groaned, “I can’t- fuck-”
He pulled out, gasping. Chastity moved to all fours. Anya slid beneath her, face up tasting the tangy wetness.
Mark found his place behind Chastity's swollen sex and entered her slick readiness, each stroke stealing her breath.
Anya licking at the place where they were joined, sucked at his balls, pulling them gently into her mouth while his cock pounded into Chastity.
He pulled out and Anya immediately took him into her mouth, tasing Chastity on his skin, devouring him deep in her throat.
Then he grabbed Chastity’s hips again and slid back into her, groaning as her walls hugged him.
She squealed, high and needy, her body shaking with each deep thrust.
Mark could feel himself right on the edge.
One more thrust.
Two.
He cried out as he came deep inside her, flooding her with every last pulse.
Chastity collapsed forward with a moan.
Anya slid behind her, parting her swollen lips, licking the cream of his orgasm as it dripped from her.
“Mmmm... is good stuff.” she whispered, thick with accent and a wicked smile, licking her lips clean.
Mark fell back onto the bed, drenched in sweat, the scent of sex and wax and satisfaction hanging thick in the air.
And somewhere beneath it all...
Guilt began to stir.
The room was still humming with aftershocks- bodies tangled, breath uneven, and silk sheets damp with sweat and sin.
Mark sat on the edge of the bed, chest rising and falling, watching Anya stretch languidly, her skin glowing in the flickering candlelight. Chastity lay beside her, lazily drawing shapes on Anya’s thigh with one finger, lips curled in a blissful drowsy smile.
Mark couldn't speak.
He didn’t know how to.
He was sated. Spent. His cock softening, his conscience stirring.
He should feel ashamed.
And he did.
But buried beneath the guilt was something darker.
Something like curiosity.
Anya slid up beside him, draping her arms around his waist, her breath warm against his neck. “You needed that,” she whispered, as if she knew the war inside him.
Mark nodded, barely. “I- yeah.”
She reached for a nearby towel, wiping his skin gently, her touch oddly tender. Then she leaned in again, this time her voice was lower.
“It’s almost after hours.” she said, barely a whisper.
He turned to look at her. “After hours?”
A small, sly smile curved her lips. She didn’t answer. Just rose from the bed and slipped into a silk robe, her hair wild and cascading over her back.
Chastity perched up on her elbows. “You need an invitation,” she said.
Anya glanced at him, something almost fond behind her knowing expression. “You’re not ready. Not yet.”
He stood, collected his clothes in silence, and dressed in the warm hush of flickering candlelight.
As he walked out, he passed Jade in the hallway. She leaned casually against the wall, a glass of dark liquor in her hand.
Her gaze settled on him- not judgmental, but sharp. Curious. Calculating.
“You didn't fall apart,” she said simply. “Good.”
Mark blinked. “Was I supposed to?”
Jade’s lips twitched. “Most men do the first time they taste what they can’t control.”
She tilted her head. “You coming back?”
Mark hesitated. Then: “Not alone.”
A slow, knowing smile curved her lips. “That’s the only way forward.”
No more was said.
But as he descended the back stairwell, the club’s thumping music fading behind him, Jade’s words echoed in his head.
What did she mean- the only way forward?
Mark furrowed his brow as he stepped in to the night air.
What the hell happens after hours?
He left the club and took an Uber back to the hotel.
In the room, he sat silent at the edge of the bed, his phone heavy in his palm.
He stared at the screen.
Then typed:
Held over. Work exploded. I’ll be home tomorrow morning. Love you.
He hit send.
Set the phone down.
And stared at the ceiling.
The guilt sat there, just under his skin.
But so did clarity.
Something had broken open in him.
And now, he couldn’t go back to the man he was before.
He didn’t want to.
Because The Candy Club wasn’t just a place anymore.
It was a portal.
And Anya had the key.