Chapter 28
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
ARIANA
I t’s the night of the Ritual Room, and I’m way less nervous than the first time I walked down these stairs. The theme for tonight is Secret Agent Affair. Obsidian is dressed in a classic tuxedo and looks as devilishly handsome as ever. I’m wearing my hair down off to one side in a Hollywood wave and an off-the-shoulder teal gown with a sweetheart neckline. The dress is adorned with sequins that increase the farther down on the dress you go, and I feel like a princess.
Well, a naughty princess once Obsidian passed over the gold mask I was to wear. It even has snakes woven throughout. When I asked him why my mask wasn’t black or red or white like everyone else there, he explained that the colors have significance. White is for people who just want to watch and not partake in any activities themselves. Black is for people who are down for anything—they don’t need to give consent for each and every act. The mask itself is the consent. And the red is for people in the middle who want to participate but want to know what they’re getting into and then give their consent. According to him, I only need a gold mask because none of the other colors matter since I’m his. And I agree, he’s mine.
He holds my hand and helps me down the steps that lead to the Ritual Room. My dress goes to my ankles tonight, so navigating the old stairs is tricky.
When I pictured what outfit Obsidian might want to put me in tonight, I pictured something risqué, so I was surprised when he brought this dress to my room. He’d just leaned in, kissed my neck, and told me that sometimes the hottest thing a woman could do was leave things to the imagination.
I smile as he leads me by the hand down the hall and into the main room. It’s bustling with people, some with drinks in their hands. If it weren’t for the masks, it would look like any other high-end party.
“What do we do now?” I lean into Obsidian’s side.
“Mingle. Chat. Whatever we want, really.”
The innuendo in his words makes my nipples pebble beneath my gown.
“Sid.”
His name being called has us turning to see who it is. I know immediately that it’s one of his brothers based on the mask he’s wearing. It’s like Obsidian’s—gold—except this one is a lion. I remember what he told me about the tattoos and surmise that this is Rapsody’s husband, Kol.
“Hey.” Obsidian shakes his brother’s hand with a smile. “Kol, I want you to meet Ariana.”
Kol turns to me, and I see the makings of a small smile on his face. “It’s good to finally meet you. You can’t let this one hide you all the time.”
“I’m equally to blame.” I smile. “It’s good to meet you. I had the pleasure of spending some time with your wife. She’s wonderful.”
His smile grows and jealousy kicks in with the thought of having Obsidian look like that when someone mentions me. “She is.”
“Where is Rapsody?” Obsidian asks.
He looks over his shoulder. “Last I saw, she and Anabelle were gabbing about something in the corner.” Kol turns back to look at me. “So how are you managing to put up with this one?” He motions to Obsidian with the hand holding his drink.
I lean into Obsidian and place my hand on his chest. “Aw, he’s more bark than bite.”
Kol chuckles. “With you maybe.”
Another man approaches the group, and I figure it’s Nero since he also has a gold mask on, this one a raven, and Cinder is by his side.
“I finally get to meet the woman who stole your heart,” he says to Obsidian and clasps him on the shoulder before looking at me. “You’re a miracle worker.”
I feel my face heat beneath my mask. “I don’t know about that.”
“Trust me,” he says. “I’m Nero, good to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, Nero.”
“Leave them alone,” Cinder says to him good-naturedly and rolls her eyes.
I make my way over to her, and the two of us chat for a bit. She tells me about the dance studio she runs in Magnolia Bend, just down the street from Black Magic Bar, and invites me to take one of her pole dancing lessons that she teaches one night a week.
“I’m not really that coordinated,” I say with a laugh, thinking of my dance with Brandon in Washington, DC, where I stepped all over his toes for the first minute. I push that vile man from my thoughts.
“You don’t need to be. It’s hard work, but it just takes practice and building up your strength, I swear.”
“Okay, I’ll think about it.”
Her words make me think about how I won’t be here forever. How all of this will come to an end soon. I want to weep because I’ve never felt what I do here, but now isn’t the time to dwell on it, especially since I got myself in this position.
Eventually, Obsidian slides his hand around my waist from behind, inching his hand lower, but just shy of where I really want him. He bends his head to say in my ear, “Do you want to leave this room?”
Cinder sees what’s happening and politely excuses herself, unbothered by the interruption. I guess she’s used to it.
I turn around to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “What did you have in mind?”
He places a chaste kiss on my lips. “I thought we could go into one of the other rooms and watch another couple play. See what happens.”
I pull back a bit to meet his gaze. “You don’t want us to…”
“Join them?” He glares at me. “Hell no. You’re all mine. I have no intentions of sharing you. That’s Nero’s thing.”
My mouth falls open. “He and Cinder… do that?”
Obsidian throws his head back and laughs. He looks glorious doing it. I know I’m not the only one who thinks so when a bunch of people turn around and take notice.
“Don’t look so scandalized. You’re standing in a sex club.”
“I suppose.” A grin forms on my face. “All right then. Lead the way.”
He leads me by the hand down the hall to the row of doors. Some are open and some are closed, but he seems to know exactly which one to go to. Right before we go in, he turns and says to me over the music, “Daria and Kevin always like to put on a show.”
We walk inside, and it’s almost like a home theater. Stairs on either side of the room lead down to a stage where there’s a large bed and some BDSM equipment. Each level is rather large, and some have couches, some chaise lounges, and some chairs.
Obsidian goes down three levels and has us sit side by side on one of the chaise lounges. There’s a smattering of other people, but none of them are on the same level we are.
A naked couple walks out onto the stage. The woman wears a black mask, as does the man. Her brown hair flows down to her modest breasts, while he’s lean and fit and blond.
At first, it’s weird watching them when they come together for a kiss and he palms her breast, tweaking her nipple, but the uncomfortableness only lasts for a minute or two. By the time he has her on her knees in front of him with his fist in her hair, his dick sliding in and out of her mouth, my initial discomfort is forgotten.
I shift in my seat as my desire increases, and my clit swells. A quick glance at Obsidian’s lap shows he’s also turned on.
The man on stage pulls the woman’s mouth off of him and makes her stand at the end of the bed with her hands on one of the end boards, bent over so she’s exposed to us. Then he drops to his knees behind her and brings his face between her legs.
My nipples grow taut, and I resist the urge to tug on them. I imagine what that woman on stage is feeling, knowing how amazing it is when Obsidian does that to me. When she moans, I clamp my thighs together and quickly glance around the room. People have already begun having their own fun, while others silently watch.
I reach beside me and rub Obsidian’s hard cock through his tuxedo pants. A small groan leaves my lips, imagining the weight of him in my hand, my mouth, and my pussy. He leans back and lets me feel him, his eyes hooded with lust.
The man on the stage continues his assault until the woman is writhing, pushing back onto his face, and comes on a loud cry. Satisfaction gleams in his gaze when he stands and walks over to a small dresser, then pulls out something. I realize it’s lube when he squirts some down the crack of her ass and rubs it along his long, thick shaft. He pushes one of her ass cheeks to the side, then slowly guides his cock into her ass with the other.
My insides clench. I’ve never done that, but it’s something I wouldn’t mind trying with Obsidian. I squeeze his dick harder.
His fingers manipulate his belt and lower his zipper, pulling out his straining cock. “Come here. I want to fuck your cunt while we watch.”
He drags me onto his lap, guiding me to face the stage so that my back is to his front. It feels so good to finally have his hands on me, even if it is only my arms. He releases me too soon, but then I realize he’s working his way through the skirts of my dress, making it so my core is exposed to his cock, and I relax.
The moment his bare cock brushes against my folds, a long and satisfying moan slips free. The tip of his dick pierces my opening as he lines it up with my entrance. His one hand lands on my hip, his fingers flexed on my waist, lowering me to sink down.
His hot breath hits my ear when he whispers, “Now get yourself off however you want to.”
I move and look up to find another man has joined the couple on stage. He’s naked too, and he stands in front of the woman between her and the footboard. She takes his erection in hand and brings it to her mouth.
I rock up and down on Obsidian’s dick, and when I look over my shoulder, I see that he’s watching the show onstage as well. His hands move to my hips, and he squeezes, but he stretches his fingers open as if he’s trying to stop himself from taking control.
The feeling of him stretching me is divine, and I melt into a steady rhythm while the people on stage continue, seemingly unaware of the audience. Looking around, I see a woman down a few rows from us on her knees in front of a man, and on the level below us, I see two women kissing and fondling each other.
My lust ignites to a level I didn’t expect, and I speed up my pace as my breasts grow heavy. Obsidian’s hands come to my waist, unable to stop himself, and he forcefully slams me down on his lap several times. He’s so deep that it borders on painful, but it turns me on.
There’s something erotic as hell about getting fucked so publicly. Everyone knows what we’re doing, but no one can see anything other than Obsidian dressed in his tux with me in my dress on his lap.
One of his hands snakes under the layers of fabric of my dress, and his fingers find my swollen and needy clit. I suck in a breath—it feels as if all the air has been stolen from my lungs. My body draws tight, and my walls contract around him as he stretches me and delves in and out.
I gasp at the look of rapture on the face of the man getting the blowjob, and when the woman cries out and convulses as she comes, I come too, slamming down on Obsidian’s lap and holding myself, gyrating my hips until his cock swells and jerks inside me. He comes so hard, his hand on my waist squeezes painfully.
He nuzzles his head into my neck from behind. “Fuck, woman. I’m never gonna get enough of you.”
I wind my arm around his head, into the hair at the back of his head. “I know what you mean.”
And that’s what scares me the most. The words us and forever will never belong in the same sentence.