Page 94 of Chandelier Sin
Easing out my own cock, I ran my hand up and down my shaft, admiring the scene, the way they became frenzied together, having been wound up by me.
They went wild, gliding from the dining table to the couch beside me, providing my own personal show. She rode him in a frenzy.
Soon, they forgot I was watching. The chemistry between them was authentic, as real as I’d hope.
Watching them reminded me of the night I’d first met Greyson.That dark chamber at Chrysalis. The night he’d unwittingly led a submissive away, who he had his eyes on all night. He’d been working up the courage to talk with her.
I’d saved his life from ending too soon when Richard Booth Sheppard had seen what Greyson was up to.
He really did have a death wish sometimes.
The submissive in question was Mia Lauren. She’d become Cameron’s sub soon after.
A complicated story with the happiest ending as far as I could see.
We were wise enough to respect the complex machinations of that place. At the bar later that night, I’d escorted Mia back to Richard, and he’d bought me a Macallan. We’d begun a tradition of him making it up to me with expensive liquor.
Greyson and Amelia became undone.
They were both kneeling on the carpet now, doggy style, him ramming her and Amelia clawing the carpet. She was on her third orgasm. He was holding off until she’d been satiated beyond all reason.
My mind drifted back to her, the woman with the pretty eyes and pouty mouth, the elegant Eve who liked to act tough but failed at every turn.
She’d told me to avoid her at Pendulum.
I wasn’t sure I could.
Greyson and Amelia came in fits and spurts, him releasing inside her as they climaxed—this time together—him pounding her hard to completely empty his sac, her frozen in place with her mouth wide as she savored the rest of their pleasure.
Eventually, they broke apart and crashed to the floor in a heap. At least someone around here wasn’t carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders.
I needed time alone with Greyson so we could talk.
Lifting Amelia up off the carpet, I carried her in my arms out of the sitting room and up the staircase to the second level.Kicking open the door to the spare bedroom, I laid her down on the king-sized bed and tucked her in, lifting the duvet up to cover her and make her comfortable.
“Sleep,” I said.
“I can stay?”
“Yes.” I pointed to the bathroom. “Everything you need is in there. Even a spare toothbrush.”
“In case someone unexpected stays over.” She winked at me.
I brushed a fingertip over her cheek. “Greyson will be up soon.”
“You’re not going to fuck me?”
“No.”
Her eyelids fluttered shut.
She looked peaceful there, her head resting on the puffed white pillow, dark hair falling around her, like the sweetest sleeping beauty.
I walked away.
Halfway down the hall, I thought it best to return and shut her door so Greyson and I could continue our conversation. I didn’t want to wake her if things became heated.
This girl was precisely Greyson’s type. Even down to her exhibitionism, her love of being handled by him, and even her willingness to remain sitting inside a car while her owner went and had fun. No complaints from her, no copping an attitude like any other woman with self-respect would.
