Page 218 of Chandelier Sin
His gaze fell on Stella, possessive and passionate, as then he stole a few seconds to assess the room before our gazes met with mutual recognition. I knew that kindred spirit, those irises that sparkled with compassion.
We heard a crescendo of foreign erotic lyrics, the submissives moving as though in an erotic ballet. Performing for who, exactly?
Within this symphony of sin, I stepped aside and offered Stella up to Jake, his darling submissive. He took over from me, first caressing her buttocks with tenderness, and then slapping her ass.
“Brace yourself,” demanded Jake, as he pressed her ass downward. Then he reached into his pants and eased out his erection, tapping it against her pussy. She jolted when he entered her, nudging her forward over the desk, causing her to reach out and grab the other end.
Turn around,I silently willed her.See it’s him and not me.
Jake took her hard from behind, his hips pumping against her rounded ass, his cock burrowed deep as he acted like he didn’t care about her. Because right now, that’s how these Doms were behaving, as though they were merely using their subs for their own pleasure and dismissing theirs.
The submissives’ moans filled the air, even so, as the Doms delivered a heart-stopping performance.
And then I saw why…
Aemon Roper, wearing a silver mask, had entered through the double doorway, stalking through the erotic scene like a man who owned every single human in this room.
Eve left my side, walking swiftly towards him, and greeted him with a kiss on both cheeks.
It appeared that this orgy had been clearly orchestrated just for him.
Eve escorted Roper from scene to scene, guiding him along and it reminded me of a docent at a museum.
Beneath these shimmering lights, they both viewed the human performance art with an appreciation similar to the way I’d admire a sculpture or a painting by the old masters. Roper nodded here and there, as though viewing a Degas.
At each stop, the Doms and submissives heightened their performance for him, some moaning louder, some fucking harder.
Aemon paused before a submissive secured to a silver St. Andrew’s Cross. Two Doms were taking the woman hard, one from behind. Her legs were wrapped around the man in front.
I was hit by a storm of emotions, feeling the urgent need to rush Roper and tear him apart for this, even as he appeared as a passive observer.
Finally, they reached the pièce de résistance, which was our table in the center, where I stood beside Jake, who was taking Stella like he wanted to own her, with a vibrant determination, as though painting a picture of debauchery for the witness.
Aware that I stood out, I’d eased out my cock and was stroking myself, avoiding eye contact with Roper, feigning that I was aroused by the scene on the table.
Stella raised her head, seemingly mesmerized by Roper. Jake noticed it, too, and flipped her over so that she could look at him, see the man behind the mask who was taking her hard.
A flash of recognition crossed her face, and she inhaled sharply. Then she relaxed a little, falling into the rhythm that Jake had set. As I eased her thighs wider, I noticed she was wet.
Jake fixed all his focus on her, giving her a nod of reassurance.
Following his lead, Stella appeared to lose her fear. She writhed with pleasure—aware we’d become the central focus of the chamber.
She reached up for Jake, as though this had become too much for her, and he responded with empathy, standing between her thighs, and lifting her into his arms and crushing her into an embrace.
He had her now.
Her head fell back, and she orgasmed, groaning out her pleasure, as much a part of this scene as any submissive.
I signaled to Jake we needed to leave. He tucked himself away, and leaned in and kissed Stella passionately and forcefully, as though he knew what came next and needed her to be compliant.
Eve broke away from a corner scene and motioned that she’d show us the way.
Jake lifted Stella into his arms.
We headed for a side door, and once out, I shrugged out of my tuxedo jacket and threw it over Stella’s shoulders to keep her warm.
Jake carried Stella toward the clandestine elevator.
