Page 89 of Chandelier Enthralled
“That’s a rare apple,” he said.
When I didn’t answer, he merely turned back to continue watching her.
I made a mental note to research this, having no idea what the symbolism was, stirred by their seeming obsession with an act that appeared ordinary—but clearly was not.
I didn’t like that she was outnumbered.
To the right, a door opened.
Two women appeared, one in a green silk gown, pulling the other on a golden chain. The other was wearing a choker and had dressed in nothing but a black thong. She crawled towards the woman eating the apple.
Then with dramatic ease, she stopped before her and rose up on her knees, so she was at waist level.
Fascinated, I couldn’t move, couldn’t look away. Both women were seductresses who had cast a spell over the room.
The woman who was kneeling leaned in toward the woman still holding the apple and began eating her pussy.
She lowered the black fruit in her hand down to her side as she became entranced by the pleasure given by the woman at her feet.
I drew in a sharp breath.
This scene was out of a Gothic painting that had come alive, and it made it impossible for me to look away. A woman eating an apple as she, too, was being sexually devoured with an exquisite tenderness.
The young submissive lapped between her thighs, both women moaning, both dripping with arousal, as though unaware they had an audience.
We had invaded their personal space, this intimate act that deserved to be hidden away, and yet they were sharing their pleasure with us.
My body reacted. It was impossible to fight the arousal flooding my body, my nipples taut and breasts aching, and my clit swelling, as though imagining what was happening in the center of the room was happening to me.
I had an intense need to caress myself, even with all these people here, even though they might turn and watch me; the thought of being observed gave me a rush.
Shocked and horrified by these thoughts, these forbidden desires, I quickly made it to an exit, too aroused to think straight.
Only to see the man who’d let me in talking with several guests.
I was only meant to drop the bottle off.
Turning around, I went the other way, towards the back of the club.
I felt a fleeting sense of empowerment that I had somehow infiltrated Jewel Hadley’s club.
Two elegantly dressed masked women glided past, their graceful figures draped in stunning gowns. One wore a luxurious gold silken dress, while the other was adorned in a deep blue gown, its fabric flowing with a quiet elegance. Both acted aloof, their eyes barely glancing my way.
We were heading in the same direction.
I followed them through a doorway into an empty bar. To my right was a cellar.
They had disappeared.
Guessing it was safe to follow, I made my way in the only direction they could have gone, scurrying down a hallway.
I looked through an open door and was startled to see them both in what looked like a small cupboard.
“Heading up?” asked the blonde.
What?
They were suggesting this was an elevator.
