Chapter 35
Felix
The corridor leading to the private cabins is full of people. Bodies collide, the smell of sweat permeates the air, and I can barely hear my own thoughts over the cacophony of moans.
Forget snagging our own cabin, people are literally spilling out of the rooms, having sex on the floor and against the walls. Not a single room isn’t full.
“I’ve got an idea.” Torren grabs my hand, and we race to the dungeon’s exit and scurry upstairs. Once we’re on the second level, Torren leads me to Tobias’s office.
We storm in, and Tobias casually looks up with the dungeon check-in twins. One on each nipple, “Need a room?” Tobias asks.
Torren nods, and Tobias tosses him a set of keys. “It’s all yours, brother.”
“Thanks, Toby,” Torren quips with a mischievous glint in his eye.
The twins look up, shouting, “Toby?” simultaneously and laughing.
“Your mouths should be busy with other activities.” Tobiaseyes Torren with a playful glare and says, “Bye, Sourpuss.”
Torren grunts and leads me out of the room to another set of stairs that lead to a single door. He opens it with a key, revealing a gigantic bedroom.
We enter, and my mouth fucking drops at the sight before me. The walls are black and covered in images of sex ranging from hardcore BDSM to soft and sweet cuddling in shades of neon violet and magenta. The bed is built into the corner of the room, taking up at least a quarter of the space, and is curved at the foot. As I enter, I realize there’s a wall of full-length mirrors opposite the bed.
I examine myself in the mirror. The fishnets and black corset make me feel like a dominatrix.
I look over my shoulder to find Torren’s gaze on me, appreciating my ass. His eyes trail up to meet mine, biting his lower lip before taking off his tank.
He’s about to unzip his pants, but I stop him. “Not yet,” I command. He stops with a questioning look on his face. “Kneel,” I order in a low, sultry voice.
His eyes widen, and then a roguish smile emerges. He slowly descends, knees meeting the ground, eyes locked with mine the entire time.
Power surges through me, my body tingling with authority. I point to the ground in front of me. “Come here.”
He crawls to me on his hands and knees with a ravenous look in his eyes. I know he was nervous about tonight, but I want to show him that he does have control—that we’re connected in a way we weren’t before. There’s no hierarchy here, and tonight we’re going to play.
Because it’s fun.
It’s sexy, hot, and healthy to live out your sexual desires withsomeone you trust.
Still kneeling on the floor, he looks up at me, awaiting my next demand. I run my fingers through his silky, black hair, his eyes rolling back at the touch.
“Torren, do you want to do this?” I ask while massaging his scalp.
“Yes,” he whispers, his eyes still closed, savoring the feeling of my fingers massaging his scalp.
“If you want to stop, you need to say so, okay?”
He nods. “I’ll say, stop.”
“Good boy. I’ll say stop if I need to slow down, too, okay?”
He nods again, a look of euphoria washing over his face as both of my hands rub his scalp.
My hands tip his head back, and I lean down, slanting our lips together. He tastes like mint and cigarettes, and the nasty pig in me can’t get enough.
I grip his hair, stopping the kiss, and rise. “Eat my pussy,” I say before turning around and placing my hands against the wall.
Torren slides the thong and stockings down to my ankles before pressing his face into my ass.
