Page 62 of Midnight Torment

My black dress was cut in a love heart top to accentuate my breasts in a daring plunge, my short skirt lengthened by the tassels that fell to below my knee and moved as I walked. Jordan’s hand rested on the base of my spine as he guided me to our table. He garnered a lot of attention and covert looks on our way across the room. Even the delicate masks we wore over the upper part of our faces did nothing to hide his handsome features.

The food was amazing and full of spiced flavour, the entertainment of erotic dancing made my pulse leap. Sex was the primitive language of the human race, and even the biggest prude was secretly aroused by watching the act of a penis rhythmically moving in and out of a willing body. The scent of sex was the ultimate aphrodisiac and the guttural moans created with every thrust the greatest seduction.

The stage was in the centre of the room, the actors spaced evenly to allow the voyeurs to watch as the stage slowly moved in a clockwise motion. Beside us, a couple started to kiss, the male partner dragging his female companion’s chair closer to him for his hands to start to explore her body.

Four tables to our left, a man openly masturbated while the others at his table appreciated the show on the stage. Our world did not shy away from sex, and it no longer embarrassed me to enjoy the pleasure of others. When Midnight Manor opened a few weeks ago, I’d dragged Jordan into a secluded area of the dungeon for a knee-shaking quickie to take the edge of my arousal before my pussy chewed my panties in half. He’d pinned me to the wall and fucked me hard and fast until I screamed my release into the shoulder of his dinner jacket.

Jordan’s hand landed on my left thigh, his hand sliding along my skin to between my legs. His fingers moved my lace panties out of the way and found my clitoris with eerie precision, moving to the seductive beat of the music. My legs widened to allow him further access.

We’d both had sex in public before as required for me to graduate from submissive school. All the pupils and teachers had observed as I’d silently presented myself on all fours for Jordan to mount. The memory of that moment when he claimed me in front of everyone blazed through me and moisture gathered in response.

“What are you thinking of?” Jordan asked, his lips tracing up my throat to my ear.

He’d felt my tell-tale spike in arousal. My lips fell open when he applied more pressure to my slippery mass of nerves. “I was just remembering my graduation ceremony when I selected the position from the box Madam Stef held.”

He sucked my earlobe and gently bit down. “I came into the room to find you bared and presented to me.”

“You stood for an eternity watching me.”

His free hand took advantage of the dramatic plunge at the front of my dress to palm a breast. “I was trying to compose myself before I disgraced myself in front of everyone.”

“Hmmm…” I slid lower in my seat, my hips tilting up. “Every woman in the room wanted you that night.”

He removed his hands from their task to grip me by the waist and lift me onto his lap. “Every Dom in the room wanted to fuck you, but only I was allowed to touch you.”

My knees clamped on either side of his waist, my forehead resting on his. “No other man has ever touched me in Twilight.”

His lips moved against mine in that familiar caress he used when he wanted only me to hear the secrets he revealed. “No man will ever touch you again.”

I gasped when he stood suddenly, pushing the display to one side to lay me on the table.

“I think maybe I need extra dessert,” Jordan said, deliberately spreading my legs. He held his hand up and a waiter scurried forward. “Can I get some vanilla ice cream?”

Shit.

I’d avoided ice cream of every flavour from that night three years ago, and we never got our ice-cream a few weeks ago. I stared up at him from the table, my attention unwavering as his thumbs caressed the flesh along the edge of my lace panties. I no longer cared what anyone else in the room was doing since Jordan commanded my full attention. There was no one else but us.

I slowly placed my feet on his chest, my knees bending and the tassels of my dress slipping down. Jordan’s hands landed on my legs, those magical fingers travelling over me with assured possession, his heated gaze burning holes through all my carefully constructed defences.

A shadow fell across our table, but I didn’t remove my attention from Jordan.

“We’re not sharing tonight,” he said without even looking at whoever had approached. Jordan’s hands moved down my legs to tug them around his waist as he moved between them. “She’s mine alone to enjoy.”

My teeth bit into my bottom lip and I wrapped them tighter around him to draw him closer. “Only yours,” I said for Jordan alone to hear.

He braced himself with a hand on either side of my head to lean forward. “Every man in this room wants you, but mine is the only cock that’s tasting you.”

My arms snaked around his neck to drag his head down to mine. “Always.”

His lips found mine in a kiss that stole my breath and possessed my soul. My fingers trailed through his hair and latched onto him, my legs ensnaring him because he was finally mine. Our tongues warred and the tribal beat music urged everyone to join the erotic dance, our lips speaking in a universal language to tease and reassure each other.

When Jordan finally broke away, a bowl of ice cream had been discreetly left on our table. Jordan pursed his lips together and slowly straightened. He lifted the bowl and plunged his finger in before bringing it to my lips. Velvet smooth vanilla coated my tongue. He scooped out more and placed it in his mouth, before he kissed me again. This time our tongues were coated in that exquisite taste, our lips smiling as our session took a playful twist.

“You ready for me to tempt your other lips?” Jordan asked, pressing another kiss to drug my senses further.

“Hmmm.” My head followed his up.

“Hold onto the table, baby, and spread those legs for me.”

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