Chapter 51🌜 Satans Fresh Load
William's POV
"These are the options that we have personally designed for you, sir. According to your proportions, the theme and your features, I think these pieces"-she picks one up-"would suit you so well." Enthusiastically presenting one of the...urm...whorish outfits.
"Like this one." The outfit in her hand looks more like Zeus's underwear than pants-if that makes sense. "Seeing the theme, this Greek god inspired outfit blends with the spice of Aphrodite and the beauty of Medusa." She tucks the bang poking her eye behind her ear.
I scratch the area below my eyebrow. "Oh? Uh...do you have something a bit less..."
"Sexy?" Zane points in.
"Exposing." I grit my teeth. He has his own set of outfits hanging on the other half, but apparently the object of his attention is this conversation. "Ms...?"
"Just call me Meera." She smiles.
"Yeah. So, Meera, can you show me something like that?"
"Hmm..." She rummages through the endless stream.
"Modest, right? I can do that." After she's done with flipping and turning, she pulls out a floor-length, flowing black robe made entirely of fine, see-through fishnet and mesh.
Underneath the robe, the only piece of clothing is a pair of tight black leather briefs and a thick leather harness framing the chest. "What do you say?"
"Meera..." My tongue ties into a knot.
"Damn, madre del santo Gesù..." He takes a peak at the robe in my hand. I can feel my back thumping with his heart. "This one is definitely your colour, William."
Heat creeps into my body with his touch and flushes my neck red. "M-Meera...Modest. It should be...uh modest. Not like this."
"Why?" He reaches out, his knuckle caressing the back of my hand. "It's pretty covering, don't you think? I mean it's literally a robe. You should give it a try."
I move forward, taking the reins in my hand. "Let's see..." I skim some more obscene pieces, stopping onto a black liquid-latex type bodysuit. Hmm... a bodysuit. It must be more covering, right?
"What about this one?" I pull the suit out.
"May I?" I hand her the suit. "Oh this piece? Yeah this piece would look so gorgeous on you. This striking catman bodysuit is a mix of ultra-reflective black liquid-latex and sheer mesh with intricate spiderweb-style lace. Inspired by Ariana Grande's 'The Boy Is Mine' music video. You know what?
This one is so your thing. Give it a try."
It's a skin-tight, long-sleeved bodysuit. Instead of the entire center chest panel and the undersides of the sleeves, it has a sheer, breathable black mesh that would definitely expose the collarbone area, chest, and abs under the light.
The bodysuit tapers into low-slung, matching latex trousers.
Stripping away the tradition of pants, the hips feature bold, sheer lace cut-outs that would expose the hip bone area.
A sleek, whip-thin latex tail trails from the lower back, long enough to drape over my arm or brush against someone's leg.
Well at least part of my torso, and some parts of my hips, not much is bare.
"If not the previous one, you should definitely go with this one. After all, who would play a feisty kitten better than you, gattino mio?" I choke on my own saliva.
"Here." He offers me a glass of water, but before I can take it, he tips a little lower, his face hiding from Meera's, and winks at me. Straightening up like nothing happened, he goes, "You alright?"
"...Yeah," I whisper.
His phone starts ringing before he can pass me another smirk. "Excuse me." He leaves towards the open doors of the balcony and starts talking to some Ethan on the phone.
"So, what do you say, sir? Should we go with this one?" she questions. I purse my lips shut, so she continues, "A-And if you don't like any of these we can just arrange whatever and however you say, sir."
"No, it's fine. I will wear this one tonight." I slick my glasses back up.
It's not because he asked me to. It's because, in comparison to others, this one isn't that exposing.
"Perfect. So I will make sure it will be ready by seven."
"There's no rush. As you heard earlier, I'd need it after 9:30." She puts it back into the hanger, hanging it on the rack.
"So did you make a choice?" Zane strides back into the room.
"Yeah. I did."
"Which one is it? Is it the Pharaoh one or the Medusa one? Or is it the catman one?" He stops beside me.
"I am not gonna tell you."
"Oh? So a surprise? Is this the game we are playing?"
"Yup." I hear Meera smiling and I pass her a grin, returning with a wicked smirk towards Zane. "Wait till tonight."
"Not fair because you got to know mine, but sure darling, as you say." He passes me a cheesy little smile. I retract my eyes and face the scenery outside instead.
"Honestly, gurl. You look so sexy in it." Remzy raises his hands when Zane passes him a sinister glare. "Geez, Mr. Possessive. Just telling the truth. Plus you are definitely more my type." That doesn't cool down Zane's face for a penny, but that makes my stomach flip though.
"Ew, whore. Aren't you in a relationship or something with the guy on Grindr?" Sasha creeps in but all of their talking just becomes background noise when Zane's eyes land back on me. It's like he's tearing these clothes sticking to my body apart thread by thread.
Zane's POV
Those tight trousers sticking to his sculpted calves and then fitting his juicy lean thighs-
Sexy.
Those dusty, perky nipples hardening under the cool-
Delicious.
The mole on his clenching and then flaring abs-
Ravishing.
The messy bush of hair falling on his handsome face-
Mistake.
His lips tinted with a pomegranate shade of hell-
Chaos.
The dark eyes behind those mascara black, curled lashes-
Sweetest bullet to my heart.
Every single part of this man's body is my confirmation to hell. An invitation to mark something I can never have. A test of my will power and my skill to avoid bad decisions.
"Mr. Belladonna?"
"Huh?" I turn my eyes away from the mirror. "What did you say?" I ask Sasha.
"I said, 'you can change now'."
"Okay." I stand up from my chair. As I turn around, William passes me. And like a fucking a dog, I can't help but take a whiff of his scent. Raindrop over a tulip.
"Now let's put your mask on and then we'll do some finishing touches." William sits down, but I catch his eyes peeking at me from the mirror. As if caught stealing a cookie, he quickly turns away.
I walk my way to the bathroom.
It's gonna be fun tonight.
I smile.
I can tell.
??
I take one last glance at William before we walk inside.
His eyes are hidden behind a custom, high-end cowl mask crafted with structured black leather that covers his upper face, molding perfectly into two sharp, predatory cat ears.
His eyes are framed with sharp, smudged onyx eyeliner now, and a subtle coat of gloss on his lips catches the subtle light here.
While I'm busy shamelessly eye-fucking him, I catch his eyes taking a feel of my body too.
I am wearing a tailored, structural midnight-black velvet blazer with sharp, wide shoulders.
It has a massive, plunging V-neck and no shirt underneath.
The bare expanse of my chest is decorated with intricate body paint and subtle jewelry mimicking liquid silver starlight drips down my torso.
Dropping from my shoulders is a floor-length, translucent cape made of deep space tulle.
From the outside, it looks pitch black. But as I move, the interior lining catches the light, revealing an iridescent, shimmering purple-and-silver galaxy pattern.
It makes me look like I am literally draped in the night sky.
A Venetian half-mask forged from hammered obsidian silver, cracked open to look like a dying star around my left eye. My main prop is a heavy, dark crystal swagger stick topped with a raw, glowing amethyst orb.
Startling under my eyes, he clears his throat. "Let's go. We are already late." He scuttles inside like a tilted spinning top, his arms jerking wildly to keep pace with his frantic, slapping steps.
I follow him behind with a slow, heavy stride, my shoulders relaxed and eyes calmly locking onto the people under these neon lights. The bass of the DJ is high, people are dancing like there's no tomorrow. Some are doing full on make outs, hands dipping into wild spaces and all.
"Damn..." William's mouth falls hard, I look into his line of sight and there he is-the host of the party, and my younger brother, Enzo making out with two girls on his laps at the same time.
I bob my head, and face William back. He looks like he has seen a horror movie. "Is this your first time at a party like this?" I ask a little louder.
Somehow he gets it under the high volume. "You mean an orgy? Yup."
"Oh c'mon, it isn't that worse. People aren't actually fucking."
"You sure? Look at those two over there on the couch." I look into that direction and there they are. Zack is kneeling on the floor practically motorboating Lisa's completely bare tits, his hand going somewhere inside her white satin skirt.
"You stay here, I'll go and get us drinks, okay?" Drinks might help him loosen up in this environment.
He nods and after cupping his shoulder once, I turn around and walk towards the open bar with a fountain of champagne flowing wildly.
I stop at the counter. There's a bartender on the other side flipping a slick metal shaker behind his back, his eyes locked onto the lady sitting beside me with heavy, hypnotic intent.
He caresses his abs with the chilled bottle, then leaning close, he raises the bottle high, guiding a thick, unbroken stream of liquor into the glass before sliding the wet rim directly to her lips.
After he's done, he turns to me. "What would you like to have sir? We have every kind of alcoholic / non-alcoholic drink present tonight, and special mocktails designed just for this night."
"Special mocktails?" I question him. "Suggest me some."
"Sure, sir. The ones which are the crowd's fav of the nights are Satan's Fresh Load Of Cum, Slurpy Thong and Pierced Nipples." he says all that with a straight face.
"Are you fucking for real?" I laugh out loud.
"Yes, sir."
"Oh, so the next drink you would have on the menu would be...hmm...lemme guess...Sloppy Pussy?" I scratch my chin.
"Well... there's a drink called Dripping Pussy," says the shirtless bartender.
"Who the fuck named those?" I wipe a tear under my eye. Although, I kinda have an idea who would be behind it.
"The host of the party and his friends suggested these names sir. Now have you decided what you'd like to have?"
"You should try Suck My Coochie, Zane. It's so good." I look behind me and there she is. Veronica. Her hand on my back.
"Hey, Ver," I greet her. "Just make two of whatever she said," I tell the bartender before turning back to her.
Looking like a vengeful black widow, she's wearing a sharp metal breastplate and a sheer black gown slashed to her navel.
A waist-high slit exposes her leg, showcasing a silver-hilted dagger strapped to her leather garter.
A jagged obsidian crown spiking around her head like a dark sun.
"You look so hot tonight, Zay." She sits down on the revolving stool near mine.
"Tell me something new, Ver." She giggles on my words and I look back at the corner.
She holds my chin, turning me to her. "How do I look?" She flares her breasts.
"You look beautiful too," I tell her and she giggles again.
"Sir, your order is ready." Before I can turn around Veronica comes onto my lap, crossing her arms behind me.
"At least give me a hug? You know I was worried you were still ill. It's like you're forgetting me. And why not? You have William in your life, after all."
I wrap my arms around her waist, "It's not like that, Ver..."
"But it is. You don't even come to talk to me, unless I come. It's like you have changed, Zane," her voice is muffled.
"I haven't..." I try to pull back but she puts her hand on my back, tightening her hold.
"At least let me hug you properly, will you?"
"Okay..." She rubs her face on my shoulder. I turn my face away from her tits literally poking on my face.
"Done." She pulls back. I take a breath of relief before I compose myself and stand up. I turn around to pick up our glasses.
"Wait...I forgot about that." I look down at the stick in hand.
"Just give me your prob. You hold the glasses. It would be for your darling husband, William after all," she gritts her teeth.
"Thank you, Ver." I thank her before I start walking to the corner where I left William.