I don’t. Not yet.
I’m having too much fun.
Tonight is a particularly rowdy one in the Ivory Mansion. A few of the guys decided they would drink an entire bottle of tequila, chase it with an eight ball, then have a slap fight. Literally, they’re just smacking the shit out of each other to see who can stay standing the longest. The loser gets fucked by everyone in the room, one after another.
Slap train, they’re calling it.
I’m warm and fuzzy, from the liquor and a healthy combination of mushrooms and Adderall. Surrounded by hot people doing hot things. It’s enticing, I can’t lie.
But more than anything, I’m still on alert and attempting to contain my fidgets from simply being in The Ivory’s home. Ihaven’t gotten used to it yet… It affects me viscerally, that he actuallylivesunder this roof, where I am.
I’ve only glimpsed him from afar three times. Understandably, I have to keep my distance until I’m ready to strike. Still, I can’t help wondering what he’s doing right now…
What does he do while all of this is going on? Is he partaking in his own nighttime routine?
This girl, Kelsey, who’s apparently a regular, like Soren, is grinding on Reyes’s lap in nothing but a G-string, while he wraps her ponytail around his fist and kisses her neck. Barely thirty seconds later, he’s pulling her underwear to the side and sliding her down on his impressive erection.
My head tilts as I watch her bouncing for a few extended moments until I force myself to find somewhere else to look before I get sucked in.
Speaking of sucking…Soren is across the room, on his knees, alternating between sucking the dicks of Officers Jasper and Hancock, both of whom are—you guessed it—hot as fuck.
It was one of the first things I noticed here… How Jessa wasnotexaggerating whatsoever. Everysingleone of these guards is sexy as hell. Even the ones who aren’t my type are attractive, and it’s kind of strange.
Did he do that on purpose too? Choose a bunch of eye-candy to serve him?
I wouldn’t be surprised.
Not only that, but they all seem to be some variation of bisexual.Honestly, if this island wasn’t devoted to a terrible prison, it’d most definitely be a gay vacation hotspot.
Watching those two pass Soren’s mouth back and forth while they sort of lean into each other, not quitetouching, but seeming like they mightwantto, is highly tantalizing. Just like the sight of my new friend with his tear-stained cheeks, plush lips open wide…
Kneeling for his penance.
Living up to his nickname… The Sinner.
For as lascivious as this night is becoming, it’s not even a full house. I only see about ten or eleven people who aren’t partygoers. And I’ve come to realize that things are always marginally more tame when Daddy’s not here. Meaning none other than John Chevelle, of course.
Velle is in charge ofeverythingaround here, not just the work stuff. Heliterallycommands the room without so much as a word.
Velle walks in, and everyone looks up, shuts up, and waits for whatever he’s about to do or say.
That’s not to say he’s all business, because he was here earlier, spitting liquor into Onyx’s mouth and sucking smoke out of Soren’s.
He and Soren are close. Soren’s been coming here for years, and sure, he gets around—we all do. But from what I’ve heard, he’s Velle’s go-to.His comfort listen.
That track that always slaps, no matter how many times you’ve heard it.
Regardless of that, though, I actually haven’t seen Velle in a bit, and it has me brimming with the mischievous desire to go find him. Just to see what he’s doing.
Might be an excuse to roam.
Wobbling to my feet, I’m lightheaded for a second, reminding me that I haven’t eaten all day, and the drugs are hitting me extra hard because of it. I decide to ditch my shoes—most people are barefoot, minus a couple of the girls who are wearing their heels and nothing else.
It looks good on them, but I’m momentarily jealous because I can’t do that…
Even if these people don’t care what’s underneath my dress,Ido.
Ihaveto be a girl when I’m here.It’s part of the act.
