“Careful.” I’m half-crazed with arousal, but my friends worked hard to get me all dolled up. “You’ll smear my makeup.”
He stands and lifts me, not picking me up but lowering me to my knees. “Your ankle okay?” he asks.
“Yes?” I stare up at him.
He looms over me, his head haloed in light but his face shrouded in darkness. His white slacks are tented.
I shift on my knees. “What?—”
He opens his pants and offers his cock to me.
“Open your mouth.” He pinches my nose, but it’s unnecessary. I’ve already tilted my head back and opened for him. I’m hungry for any sort of sexual stimulation. I keep my eyes on him, wondering what he’s up to. His cock is thick and meaty, filling my mouth.
He transfers both of his hands to either side of my head and forces me down. I choke, but his hips tilt, driving his length deeper. The head of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag. I slap at his waist, pushing so I can breathe.
Finally, he lets me up. I gasp, panting for air. My eyes are streaming.
“Again.” He grips my face, guiding me down again. I take a deep breath this time so I’m braced for when he presses in, gagging me. His cock swells, cutting off my air. I work my tongue, trying to stimulate him to cum faster. But he keeps pushing until he’s knocking on the back of my throat.
I dig my fingers into his white pants. Am I pulling him closer or pushing him away? I have no idea. All I know is I can’t breathe. My body is overheating, and the pressure in my sex grows.
This is going to end, one way or another.
He pulls out, and I sag forward. I would fall, but he’s holding me up as I cough and hack. Drool drips from my lips. I wipe it away. There goes my lipstick. Tears stream out of my eyes.
“There,” he murmurs. He strokes my face, smearing the foundation and concealer further. He swipes his thumbs across the apples of my cheeks, and they come away black. My mascara must be bleeding down my face.
My makeup is ruined. All those layers of foundation and concealer, gone.
He pulls out a handkerchief and wipes the rest of my tears away.
“I can see your freckles again,” he says. With his blond hair haloed in the dying light, he’s as beautiful as an angel.
“What?” I croak. My throat is raw from the throat-fucking.
“I wanted to see your freckles.” His touch is reverent. He caresses the skin that’s been washed clean from my tears. “Now we can leave.”
13
Elodie
By the timethe Lykan pulls up to Club Empire, my brain is mush. Every time I forget the sensation in my pussy, the balls move, and I clamp my muscles down, awakening my arousal all over again. My nipples are hard and pointy, chafed by the silk of my dress. I want to grab Jaeger and devour him.
It’s not possible to be this horny and survive.
I keep glancing at Jaeger’s lap, where his pants are tight. I haven’t cum, but neither has he. Not even when he used my mouth. He’s been denying himself alongside me.
It doesn’t make me feel better.
Club Empire isn’t what I’d expected. For one thing, it’s not flashy at all. There’s no sign on the front door announcing the kinky delights inside. It’s in a black building with a formal entrance fit for any sort of business.
I’ve heard rumors about this place, about the platinum membership that costs a hundred thousand dollars a year—or was it a month?—and about the playrooms where the rich and famous go to live out their deepest, darkest fantasies.
And now I’m here. With a member of Fraternitas.
The old me is wondering how in the hell I got here.
The new me is too horny to think straight. I guess that was Jaeger’s plan all along.
