Chapter 35
Felix
The corridor leading to the private cabins is full of people. Bodies collide, the smell of sweat permeates the air, and I can barely hear my own thoughts over the cacophony of moans.
Forget snagging our own cabin, people are literally spilling out of the rooms, having sex on the floor and against the walls. Not a single room isn’t full.
“I’ve got an idea.” Torren grabs my hand, and we race to the dungeon’s exit and scurry upstairs. Once we’re on the second level, Torren leads me to Tobias’s office.
We storm in, and Tobias casually looks up with the dungeon check-in twins. One on each nipple, “Need a room?” Tobias asks.
Torren nods, and Tobias tosses him a set of keys. “It’s all yours, brother.”
“Thanks, Toby,” Torren quips with a mischievous glint in his eye.
The twins look up, shouting, “Toby?” simultaneously and laughing.
“Your mouths should be busy with other activities.” Tobias eyes Torren with a playful glare and says, “Bye, Sourpuss.”
Torren grunts and leads me out of the room to another set of stairs that lead to a single door. He opens it with a key, revealing a gigantic bedroom.
We enter, and my mouth fucking drops at the sight before me.
The walls are black and covered in images of sex ranging from hardcore BDSM to soft and sweet cuddling in shades of neon violet and magenta.
The bed is built into the corner of the room, taking up at least a quarter of the space, and is curved at the foot.
As I enter, I realize there’s a wall of full-length mirrors opposite the bed.
I examine myself in the mirror. The fishnets and black corset make me feel like a dominatrix.
I look over my shoulder to find Torren’s gaze on me, appreciating my ass. His eyes trail up to meet mine, biting his lower lip before taking off his tank.
He’s about to unzip his pants, but I stop him. “Not yet,” I command. He stops with a questioning look on his face. “Kneel,” I order in a low, sultry voice.
His eyes widen, and then a roguish smile emerges. He slowly descends, knees meeting the ground, eyes locked with mine the entire time.
Power surges through me, my body tingling with authority. I point to the ground in front of me. “Come here.”
He crawls to me on his hands and knees with a ravenous look in his eyes. I know he was nervous about tonight, but I want to show him that he does have control—that we’re connected in a way we weren’t before. There’s no hierarchy here, and tonight we’re going to play.
Because it’s fun.
It’s sexy, hot, and healthy to live out your sexual desires with someone you trust.
Still kneeling on the floor, he looks up at me, awaiting my next demand. I run my fingers through his silky, black hair, his eyes rolling back at the touch.
“Torren, do you want to do this?” I ask while massaging his scalp.
“Yes,” he whispers, his eyes still closed, savoring the feeling of my fingers massaging his scalp.
“If you want to stop, you need to say so, okay?”
He nods. “I’ll say, stop.”
“Good boy. I’ll say stop if I need to slow down, too, okay?”
He nods again, a look of euphoria washing over his face as both of my hands rub his scalp.
My hands tip his head back, and I lean down, slanting our lips together. He tastes like mint and cigarettes, and the nasty pig in me can’t get enough.
I grip his hair, stopping the kiss, and rise. “Eat my pussy,” I say before turning around and placing my hands against the wall.
Torren slides the thong and stockings down to my ankles before pressing his face into my ass.
His tongue makes circles around my rim, bringing forth a deep, long moan from my mouth. He spreads my cheeks to spit on my asshole. He spits again, a gasp leaving me each time he does it, then fucks me with his tongue.
“That’s it, baby. Eat my ass.”
He glides his tongue along my crease, licking from the part next to my balls all the way up. I rest my head against the wall and spread my cheeks apart so he can fuck me deeper with his tongue.
“Fuck my ass with your finger, Daddy.”
Through the mirror, I watch as he licks his finger and sinks it into my ass, curling it and massaging my prostate.
“OH, FUCK,” I scream.
I watch him pump his finger in and out of me, a look of determined glee on his face.
My tongue travels along the seam of my lips, and he rises to stand.
“Fuck—Felix, your mouth is so pretty. I can’t take it anymore.
” He turns me around, presses me against the wall, and pulls off my boots, stockings, and thong before unzipping his pants to free his stiff cock.
He wraps his arms around my waist, then flips me upside down, my face directly in front of his cock.
I instinctively begin sucking it while he continues to eat my ass.
I grip onto his legs, but I can feel the firm hold he has of me.
I’m spread-eagle, hanging upside down, deep-throating his cock.
Torren eats me out for a while, but the blood rushes to my head, and I tap his leg. He sets me down on the bed, raking his gaze over my body as he kicks off his boots and pants.
“Need you. Now.” I can’t even speak in complete sentences anymore. My heart thuds as my eyes trail over his naked body.
He climbs on top of me, and I wrap my arms and legs around him. We kiss fiercely, nipping at each other’s lips.
“I need to fuck you. Doggy,” he states with a gravelly voice.
I can’t even talk anymore. I just reposition myself so that I’m on all fours, looking at my face in the mirror, while Torren grabs lube from a drawer near the bed.
He slicks his cock, lines it up to my ass, then slowly pushes past the first ring of muscle while holding onto my shoulder.
“Fuck, Felix. You feel so good.”
“Pull my hair, Torren. Please.”
He grips the back of my head with a growl and pulls. “Yes,” I huff out. “Harder.”
Torren holds onto my hair while pounding my asshole fast and deep. “Choke me,” I cry out.
Torren slows, our eyes meeting in the reflection of the mirror. “Sorry. You don’t have to,” I apologize.
He looks at me, tilting his head to the side, before smiling. “Can’t use the word stop if it’s too much. What will you do if you need me to stop?”
I think for a moment, then say, “I’ll tap your hands three times.”
“Good boy.”
His hands wrap around my throat, and I watch in the mirror as my face turns red. His cocks plunges into me—pounding my ass while he grips my throat. It’s amazing—the sensation of getting railed by his thick cock is even stronger when I can’t breathe.
It becomes too much, and I tap his hands three times. He releases me at once, rubbing my back and shoulders, asking, “You okay? Everything good?”
I catch my breath, my heart rate slowing down, then meet his gaze in the mirror and nod.
That low snarl of his rumbles deep in his chest when I say, “Again.”
We develop a rhythm, alternating between him fucking and choking me, stopping at my signal, and doing it all over again once I’m ready.
Torren’s in complete control over himself, and my heart bursts with pride.
Eventually, he stops choking me and wraps his arms around me, raising me up so my back is flush with his chest, and holding me tightly while thrusting his cock into me.
Our bodies slap together. I’m light-headed from the breath play, but in the best way.
It’s euphoric. I reach back and thread my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp once more.
His breath hitches, his eyes rolling back as his thrusting slows, his hips moving in a smooth, easy motion.
This is what I wanted. To show him he can control it. We can be kinky and loving.
We lock eyes in the mirror once more. The pace is slow now, and Torren kisses me sweetly along my shoulder. My hands find his hips to stop him from thrusting.
I want to finish in the missionary position, so I can watch his face when he comes. Carefully, I pull my ass from his dick, then lie on my back.
I lift my legs, holding my knees, and say, “Come here, stud.”
Torren lies on top of me, sliding back into my gaping hole with ease, and we stare into each other’s eyes. He rests his head on my forehead, wrapping his arms around me.
“I’m close, baby.”
He called me baby.
I give him a kiss and press my hands to his ass, guiding them up and down. “Fill me up, Daddy. You know I love it when you come in me.”
Our lips connect, kissing and panting into each other’s mouths. Then Torren releases inside me with a guttural yell that makes the bed vibrate.
He lies on top of me, our bodies pressed together, before he lowers down to trail his tongue along my shaft.
Torren looks up at me with reverence, then pushes my cock to the back of his throat.
A soft cry escapes me, and I watch as he worships my dick.
Soon, my orgasm comes, and I begin gasping, letting him know it’s coming.
He never takes his mouth off. My release floods his mouth, and I can hear the satisfied hums coming from him.
He swallows all of it, then climbs up my body once more and kisses me, letting me taste my release.
We lie together, coming down from the incredible high. The music thumps below, but we ignore it. Torren lies on my chest, his hand over my heart, and I’m massaging his scalp.
He called me baby.
And that’s how we fall asleep.