Chapter 32 Ember
EMBER
There were a few low whistles as we left the bathroom, but nobody paid us much mind. This was the Rosewood, after all. Plenty of people fucked in the bathroom. Ares pressed a kiss to my hair as he slid his arm around my waist. I felt his phone buzz in his jacket pocket as we walked into the bar.
There were enormous murals on the walls, lit by soft red light.
As we moved towards a booth, I noticed that the light itself wasn’t actually red, but the lamps on each table and the sconces on the walls all had red shades.
The murals were beautifully done, depicting one of the most gorgeous orgies I’d ever seen painted.
Every sex act possible was elegantly portrayed.
And despite the fact that I’d been fucked twice in the last hour, I ached for more.
I glanced around Lourdes’ bar, and noticed that plenty of people were engaged in various phases of coitus.
Some were simply dancing provocatively on the dancefloor down below, but in each of the alcoves on the mezzanine level people clustered together, kissing and touching.
I had heard stories about the Rosewood, but I hadn’t ever been here.
It was very exclusive, members only. There were several Authority officials here, at least one Senator, who appeared to be getting a blowjob from a gorgeous silver-haired necromancer.
The man’s head bobbed in the Senator’s lap, taking his cock deeper and deeper into his throat.
I needed Ares back inside me as soon as possible.
“We’re over here,” he said, glancing down at his phone.
In a semi-private corner, there was a large leather chair by the fireplace, angled so that whoever sat in it would be three-quarters of the way obscured from the rest of the room.
A small table next to it had two fresh glasses of bourbon on it.
Ares pulled me towards the chair. He paused in front of it. “Are you up for this?” he murmured in my ear, his hand spreading over my abdomen. “Everyone who comes here loves to play. They’re sworn to secrecy, but word will get out that we were here together.”
I understood fully why we were here. Eli had orchestrated this perfectly.
I read the text from Eli as Ares angled his phone towards me.
The two of you got here two hours ago, ate in back with Lux, and then headed to the bathroom to fuck.
The whole bar has been talking about it, but you’ve hardly been seen.
So we had to be seen now. Had to make an impression on the influential crowd up here, so that should anyone question where we were tonight, they’d remember the glimpse of us they’d been shown earlier in the night, and that memory would be cemented by whatever we did next.
Gently, playfully, I pushed Ares into the big chair by the fire.
It was a cold night, and the old building the Rosewood was in was drafty.
Anyone who bothered looking would know I was cold just by glancing at me, my nipples were so hard.
I was grateful to be by the fire, but I couldn’t just snuggle into the extra large chair with Ares and sip bourbon.
When he was seated, I stood before him, smiling sweetly. I watched as he lifted one glass of bourbon from the table and sipped, taking me in, his eyes lingering on my breasts. A few heads turned my way, including the Senator, who stroked the back of his lover’s head fondly as he watched me.
I knew him. He was one of Cromvale’s cronies, but I couldn’t quite remember his name. Just that he was one of the more severe Senators, who believed stronger sanctions against parapsychs were necessary. But here he was, getting blown by a necromancer in a parapsych sex club.
Hypocrite. They were all hypocrites. They wanted to oppress us while enjoying us. People like these Senators would never admit to loving us, or loving to fuck us, but would speak against us in public, then engage in whatever pleasure they wanted in private.
Hatred and righteous fury flowed through me, heating me as Ares’ fingers grazed the skin behind my knees, pulling me closer between his legs as his hands moved higher. I glared at the Senator as Ares grazed my inner thighs.
The music from the dancefloor pulsed in a sensual beat.
I met Ares’ eyes and took his glass from him, bringing it to my lips as I drank the rest of it down.
The bourbon slid down my throat, a mixture of hot and cold, warming my belly as I straddled Ares’ lap, covering his mouth with mine while the Senator watched us.
The man was going to get off watching me fuck Ares, and sick as it was, I liked the idea.
Liked that while he had what would probably be the best orgasm of his life, that he’d be giving us an alibi.
There were other eyes on us as well, a few more recognizable members of the Consulate, a few lower-level Trinity leaders from Aradios and Palladiere—enough important people that this little show would be more than worth it.
Ares was already hard as I unbuckled his pants. My dress hid the particulars of what we did from view, but there was no mistaking what I was up to as I freed his cock and slid it into my still-wet pussy.
“Fuck,” he breathed as he filled me.
His hands slid under my dress to grip my ass, pulling himself deeper inside me. That cold Necroline gaze locked onto me. “Eyes on me, Ember. They can watch you, but your eyes are mine.”
“Yes,” I breathed, doing as he commanded.
If he bossed me around in a fight, or while we were trying to do business, I would hate him.
But this felt so fucking good. I didn’t even know how much I wanted him to act this way until he did it.
How much I wanted him to tell me over and over that I belonged to him, that I was his, for him to lay claim to me repeatedly and in public.
I had been so lonely. So sure I was the source of everything bad that had ever happened to me. Every time Ares Necroline called me his, I got a little piece of myself back. He pulled me closer to him, kissing my lips, then my cheeks, his tongue grazing my ear.
“Don’t rush,” he murmured. “I want to fuck you slow and deep. I want everyone here to see you come apart while I worship you.” A wild little noise came out of me.
His words were just for me and I loved them.
“You deserve to be worshiped,” he murmured.
“Deserve to be fucked like the goddess you are. The embodiment of power.”
“Ares,” I moaned loudly. It wasn’t an act.
His words went deeper than his cock, filling me with succulent heat, so sweet I might burst. His hands caressed my ass, gripping hard one moment and gentle the next as I slowly moved on him.
I leaned back, pulling my dress down to expose my breasts.
If he wanted to worship me, he could do it properly.
“Fuck yes,” Ares breathed. “I need a taste.”
I brought one breast to his lips, and they closed around my nipple. There were no gentle kisses here. Ares sucked me hard as I rode him, taking him deeper with each thrust, rotating my hips in a circle to better stimulate my clit.
I reached behind me to take his balls in my hand, squeezing as he sucked my nipple even harder.
He growled with pleasure as I did, sending vibrations through my breast. I glanced up for a moment when the Senator roared.
His eyes met mine as he came, his fingers gripping the hair of the man whose mouth he fucked.
I smiled at Ares, who grinned wickedly back at me. He had a beautiful smile. I was glad I got to see it. This was the most fun I’d had in years. Wanton, sensual, absolutely filthy—and I loved every second of it. I loved being watched, loved being seen.
Around us, the mood in the room had shifted.
More people were openly fucking now, fewer of them paying attention to us as they took their own pleasure.
Neither Lux nor Eli were anywhere to be seen, but that was better in some ways.
I looked back down at Ares and pulled my dress up over my thighs, a question on my face.
He nodded as I pulled the dress over my head. When it fell to the floor, there were eyes on me again. Ares’ mouth closed around my nipple again for a brief moment, and then he pushed me back from his mouth, running his hands down my ribcage. One lingered on my belly and the other went to my clit.
I was on full display for anyone watching now. From a few angles, some people could probably see Ares’ cock driving into me as I lifted slowly off him and slammed back down. It felt like he had grown two sizes inside me. I pressed my palm against the hand on my belly.
“Can you feel your cock inside me?” I asked, knowing that at least a few people in the room could hear me. “Can you feel how big you are, how full of you I am?”
Ares groaned as I rode him harder.
“You’re so fucking big.” The words fell from my mouth —a performance, but an honest one. “Fuck me so deep, Ares.”
His mouth was back on my breast, his arms tight around me as he held me close, fucking me so hard it felt impossible from the angle he was at. But he was a man possessed now, his cock pulsing into me as he sucked my nipples in hard, wet turns, pulling them to stiff peaks.
One hand grabbed my ass, pulling me harder onto him with each thrust, while the other wound through the hair at the base of my neck. Ares pulled my hair as he came inside me, making me scream with the euphoria that broke over me in seemingly endless waves.
When my eyes opened, my breath still came in fast, hard pants.
Ares gathered me close to him, pressing kisses to my cheeks and temples, before his lips met mine.
Our kiss was long and sweet, and when we finally came up for air, I noticed a basket next to the chair. Someone had been by without my notice.
Ares lifted me off of him, and sat me gently in the chair. He buttoned himself up neatly, then knelt on the floor in front of me. I frowned, opening my mouth to protest, but he shook his head. The room still watched.
He bent between my legs, spreading my thighs wide as he buried his face in my pussy, lapping up the combined fluids of our encounter. His mouth was soft and warm on me, and though it felt good, he did not suck my clit or push fingers into me. This too was a show, but not just for them, for me too.
Ares Necroline was showing a side of himself the world rarely saw. He lifted the lid of the basket, drawing a warm washcloth from inside the steaming depths, and ran it up each of my thighs. With each sweep clean he kissed me again, his tongue gentle on my sensitive flesh.
It felt so good I could cry and though I already longed for his fingers, I knew I couldn’t take them. But when he took my clit between his lips, rolling it so slowly and gently I couldn’t possibly be hurt, tears slipped down my face as I came again.
Ares pulled me to him when the last of my cries died down, dragging a robe around my shoulders and wrapping me up in it. He gathered me into his arms and lifted me off the chair.
“It’s time to get some rest,” he said, softly. “Don’t worry, I have your phone.”
I nodded, my eyes heavy. “I want to go home, I think,” I murmured.
“Of course,” he whispered.
I buried my face in his shoulder. I wasn’t ashamed of a thing we’d done, but the night had exhausted me. “I have to tell you something,” I whispered. “I know how to get around the spirit traps.”
“Tell me when we get outside,” he murmured.
I nodded, resting against him until we were outside waiting for the cab. Then I whispered what Myrine had told me. He smiled, faintly. “That’s good,” he said. “I can work with that.”
He held me in his lap the whole way home in the cab, watching over me as I dozed, pressing kisses to my lips every time I lifted my chin.
I tasted myself on him each time his tongue swept mine.
And when I fell asleep in my bed, he was naked at my back, holding me so tightly that for the first time in years I fell asleep feeling safe.