Page 104 of Chandelier Enthralled
This could have been me, sat high for all to see as an erotic act was played out between my thighs.
He leaned in and performed oral sex on her as though he feasted for his own pleasure, his tongue lapping her exposed sex, licking and kissing it with a stunning delivery.
The brunette opened her thighs wider, shuddering, and then began writhing in her seat, seemingly savoring his attention, savoring the pleasuring. Their focus was a careful balance of precision and artistry—the result was a creation of responses, carefully nurtured from start to finish, every detail a reflection of devotion.
The man behind her, Greyson—the man I’d been crushing on—was playing his part in this, too. Still cloaked and masked, he held her hands up and over her head to restrain her.
I instinctively pressed my hand over my mouth, blushing wildly as Greyson let go of her wrists and rounded the chair, lifting her out of it. He then sat there himself, pulling her onto his lap.
She straddled him, legs on either side of his, and leaned back, languishing like a satisfied kitten, and then I saw what he was doing. He had reached between his thighs and eased out his cock. She rose a little to enable his length to find her, and then slid down on top of him until his cock was deeply embedded inside her.
Greyson was fucking a woman in front of everyone.
In front of me.
My heart ached at the betrayal, even as my own sex thrummed from witnessing the erotic scene.
My hope that we might become something more had just been dashed on the rocks of his debauchery.
He turned his masked face my way, as though sensing me watching, perhaps to punish or chastise me, or even to say, “See what you made me do.”
With his lover on his lap, I watched her rising and falling and riding him hard. With effortless grace, herbody appeared in perfect harmony with the rhythm he set with his hands on her waist.Each penetration was a seamless dance of control and thrust as if they were one being, gliding together in perfect unison.
Then, as though her erotic punishment wasn’t enough, the other man knelt once more before her, and even as Greyson’s slick cock was buried deep inside the brunette, the man between her thighs leaned in to worship her again, resting his palms on her trembling thighs.
His hungry mouth devoured her shivering slickness, his lips pressing against the pink softness with a desperate urgency, savoring the sweetness. With each lick, his need seemed to intensify and become more frantic, his own cock hard and bobbing as it curved toward his abdomen.
My thighs were sticky from arousal, my face flushed, and I was unsure how I’d ever be able to face Greyson again.
His hands covered her breasts, and he squeezed her pert nipples. Her hair fell forward over her face, wild and out of control as she rose towards orgasm.
“Couldn’t help but look, could you?” said a voice from behind me.
I jolted and flung myself back away from the wall, my face bright red, still quivering with longing.
Greyson was staring at me.
“But I thought…”That wasn’t him?
“As you’ve vividly observed,” he said, moving closer, “this place specializes in illusions.”
“That’s no illusion,” I said.
His jaw tensed. “Seen enough?”
“No, actually.” Again, I peered through the lens to make sure the man was still there, needing to prove to myself that he wasn’t Greyson, even though he was standing right behind me.
Then I stepped back and turned toward him. “I thought that was you.”
“Did you want it to be?”
I hesitated, not wanting to share that I’d become consumed by jealousy—that he’d stepped into my fantasy or had I stepped into his.
“I think it’s depraved,” I said breathlessly, and yet my words faltered, revealing my lie—a brittle shield against the betrayal of my flesh. I shuddered, unable to hide my reaction, my nipples pert against the fabric of this borrowed bodice, my panties damp from this unrelenting need.
This brilliant man was filled with depravity, his genius matched only by his filthy desires—because he moved about Pendulum with the ease of a man who knew it well.
Before him I stood thrown and confused, my breaths short and sharp, revealing my desire to be with the man I cruelly craved.
