by J. S. Cooper
I wasn’t left wondering for long because within a few seconds, I felt the man’s lips on my breast, sucking gently as his tongue flicked my aching nipple back and forth against his teeth. He sucked as if he were drinking the most expensive champagne and wanted to savor the taste on his lips and tongue. His tongue was dancing on my breast in that slow, rhythmic movement that only the best dancers have. He alternated between fast and slow and rough and gentle and it was driving me crazy; absolutely crazy.
“I’m going to show you how a real man pleases his woman.” The voice was gruff and unexpected as he whispered in my ear. I barely caught the words before the man’s mouth fell to my breast again and he pulled and tugged on my nipples sharply, his teeth nibbling as if I were the first meal he’d had in years. I squirmed on the bed in discomfort and pleasure. My nipples were aching—in pain and exquisite delight. My body was on fire and I was aching to cry out, to beg the man to stop. I still had no idea who I was with. There had been a slight accent, but the words had been so fast and unexpected that I didn’t know who they belonged to. It was almost as if the words were a part of his seduction. A part of making me lose myself completely to him, whoever he was. It was almost too much. It was as if this man had taken on the challenge of the man before. He was doing everything in his power to let me know that there was no better love than him and he was right. The pain was intense, but not too much. The pleasure hit all the right spots at all the right times. This man was a master of pleasure. He was building me up to a frenzy, making me think things I’d never thought before. Making me want to do things, to scream, to shout, to beg, to completely give myself over, just for a release. This man held power over me. He had me in the palm of his hands and that scared me. It scared me because I’d been so confident that the first man had been Xavier. And if that was correct, if Xavier had brought me to orgasm with a feather, then this meant that the man that I was currently with—the man that I’d move mountains to spend another night with—was someone else. And not just someone else, but the someone else. If the man with me was Stephan, with his dazzling blue eyes that had enraptured me at first sight, if that was the man driving me to this level, then I knew I was in trouble. I knew that everything I thought I’d felt, known, and believed before was nothing compared to the feelings that I was experiencing now. Heaven help me, but I felt like I was falling down a rabbit hole and I wasn’t going to be lucky enough to come out unscathed.
And then because I was already waiting at the top of the mountain, he decided to send me over the edge. His teeth tugged and pulled my nipples as his hand fell to my panties again. This time his fingers stayed on the outside and he timed his movements perfectly. Sucking and pulling on my nipple at the same time that his hand rubbed against my clit, alternating between fast and slow. It didn’t take me long to start moaning and screaming and it didn’t take me long to come explosively; so explosively that my body shuddered on the bed as I whimpered and yet, he didn’t stop. His lips never left my breast as he sucked and tugged and it was only after a whistle blew that he pulled away from me. I lay there completely spent, completely confused and completely satisfied as I was left alone, wondering who was who. Then I felt someone tapping my shoulder and I sat up, feeling dazed and confused.
“You’re done.” I heard the voice, but didn’t see him. My mind was still on the decision I had to make. I had to decide who was the best lover; who was the one that had turned me on the most and that person would be the winner. I was terrified that I’d make the wrong decision. There was no doubt in my mind that man number 2 had been the one to drive me crazy. He’d be the one I’d have dreams about. The exquisite pleasure I had felt, even while experiencing pain had been completely new to me. It was as if he’d wanted to torment me, but to also show me just how good he was. He hadn’t felt like Xavier. He’d felt naughty, dangerous, exciting, forbidden and I felt guilty as hell. I didn’t know who I was going to choose. I didn’t know how I was going to choose. I jumped off of the bed and walked to the doorway and exited the room. I looked around and there were was no one else in there with me. I frowned as I waited. What was going on? I stood there and a blind went up and I could see into the room I’d just vacated. The lights became dimmed and I watched Violeta entering the room again, completely naked. She lay down on the bed and placed the blindfold across her eyes. I tried to look away from her perfect body. It made me feel uncomfortable and slightly jealous. However, I didn’t have time to dwell on my own insecurities because within a minute I saw Stephan entering the room. He walked like a Jaguar: regal, dignified, confident and self-assured. He oozed power and sex appeal. He was an alpha, ready and willing to take control and go with it. I gasped as I watched his hands falling to her breasts, molding them to his palms as he played with her breasts and then it was as if he knew I was looking. He turned around and looked directly into my window. He winked and then bent down and took her right nipple in his mouth and sucked. I gasped and stepped back as I knew without a doubt that it had been Stephan that had brought me to the most intense orgasm of my life. I was ashamed of myself. Ashamed and scared. I didn’t know how to think and feel. All of a sudden my feelings of freeness and excitement were gone. All of a sudden I was filled with a fear and anger that I didn’t recognize. I had let another man touch me intimately and I had enjoyed it. I’d enjoyed him more than I’d enjoyed the man I loved. I felt like I had betrayed Xavier. And then I felt mad. Mad that he’d put me in this position in the first place. What had he thought was going to happen? What had he expected me to do? He’d put me in this position. How could he put me in this position? How could he be okay with other men touching me? Teasing me? Bringing me to climax? How could he love me and allow this to happen? It didn’t make sense to me and, if anything, it made me incredibly sad for myself. I couldn’t stand and watch Stephan, either. What sort of sick fucks were these guys? What sort of world was this? Why was I here? I was just a simple girl from Palm Bay, Florida. I was a bloody Pirate, for heaven’s sake. I spent my weekends at Melbourne Mall and Indialantic Beach. I went to Orlando for fun. Chili's and Applebee’s were good restaurants in my world. Shit, I dated guys whose idea of fun was to take me to a football game and try and grab under my skirt during the game. I knew that life. I expected it, even though it had bored me. But I’d wanted more. I’d wanted an adventure. I’d dreamed of a Prince Charming and excitement, but this was too much. I wanted to go back to the days where Anna and I would drive up to Cocoa Beach and hang out at Ron Jon’s Surf Shop and pretend we were surfers so we could flirt with all the hot guys in the store. I wanted to go back to the days when my only concern was whether or not my parents would allow me to go to the movies on a Friday night with a boy who’d already graduated from high school. This world I was in right now seemed too dark for me. Too scary. Too wanton and loose. I wasn’t sure I could even understand what had just happened. I had willingly lain on a bed in a blindfold and allowed two different men to pleasure me. I’d lain on a bed and allowed two different men to bring me to orgasm. No, we hadn’t had sex. And no, there had been no penetration, but I wasn’t even sure if that mattered. Not when deep inside, a part of me was still on fire and giddy. I had ignited something in myself tonight that I didn’t recognize. Something that made me question exactly who I was.
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“Okay, it’s time for everyone to make their decisions.” The deep male voice wrenched me from my thoughts. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed or even what I was feeling anymore. I looked around and saw that I was back in the main room. A slight jolt of surprise shook me to my core. I’d been so deep in thought that I hadn’t even realized that I’d been walking and moving around. I looked at Charles as he continued talking and I wondered if he had even noticed that I was out of it. Violeta was standing to the right of me, a smug smile on her face, and I wondered how she could be so confident and self-assured. How did she not feel like a slut? I didn’t understand it. Everything about this world was so different, so alluring and dangerous. I
just didn’t understand how she was okay with all of this. I was starting to feel sick to my stomach as I stood there. I could see Xavier staring at me, but I didn’t look back at him. I didn’t want to see what was in his eyes and I didn’t want him to see the shame in mine. I wasn’t sure who I was going to choose. I wasn’t sure which man had been him. And I couldn’t honestly say that both men had pleasured me greatly. Yes, man two had taken my breath away and made me weak. Yes, the pain alternating with the pleasure had driven me crazy. In my heart of hearts, I knew that man two was the one who had taken me on a ride I would never forget. But now that I was almost positive that man two was Stephan, it made me feel sick inside. Sick and twisted. I could still feel his teeth tugging on my nipple. I could still feel his fingers touching me, possessing me, making me his. I could still feel the way he’d sucked so hard that pleasure and pain had been cascading through my body as if I were on some sort of ride and couldn’t get off. And then I also knew what bothered me most. I’d gone through with all of this because a part of me had wanted to see what Stephan would be like. I’d wanted to hurt Xavier, but I’d also been curious. Curious to know what lay behind his blue eyes. Curious to feel and touch him. And curious to be touched by him. I’d been drawn to him at first sight. He’d bewitched me and now he’d taken a part of me. Stephan made me realize that I was just as bad as Violeta. Who was I to judge her while I was allowing the same thing to happen to me?
“Violeta, you’re up first,” Charles said loudly and Violeta walked over to him, her head tall as she paraded her naked body in front of everyone. I looked around the room and saw that everyone was staring at her, except for Xavier and Stephan, who were both looking at me.
“This will be an easy one,” Violeta said, her voice soft as she laughed. There were tendrils of hair surrounding her face and she looked surprising soft as she spoke. I wondered if this was the woman that the men saw all the time, as opposed to the shrew that I knew. “I know exactly who I’m going to choose,” she said and I watched as she slipped her hand between her legs and rubbed her clit. My face went red and I gasped as I looked away, but I couldn’t stop myself from looking back to see what she was going to do next. I watched as she closed her eyes and moaned and then just as suddenly she walked over to Casper and kissed him, before pushing her finger into his mouth. “Taste me, suck me,” she cried out as Casper sucked on her fingers. “These are the juices that you produced, my darling,” she said loudly. “I choose the man that was sucking on my nipples. I choose the man that made me come with one flick of his tongue. I choose the man that wanted a second chance to pleasure me in test number two. I choose Casper.”
The crowd went silent and my eyes nearly popped open as we all realized that Violeta had chosen wrong. Violeta had chosen Casper, but it had been Stephan that had gone a second time. It had been Stephan who had been sucking on her nipples. I looked over at him to see what he was thinking. I wanted to ask him why he had asked to pleasure Violeta twice. And then I knew. It was his signal to me. He wanted me to know that he’d been the one sucking on my nipples. He wanted me to be able to choose Xavier as the one who pleased me, but why would he do that? Why would he care if I chose wrong? It suddenly struck me that he wanted me to choose correctly this time because he wanted me to make it to the next round. He wanted me to make it to the round where he could do anything to me. He wanted to show me that he could completely dominate every part of me.
“You’re incorrect, Violeta.” Charles’ voice was no longer so cheery and we all looked at Casper to see his reaction.
“Dirty slut.” He sneered down at her. “Whore, get away from me.”
“Casper!” she cried out, her voice pleading. “I didn’t know. I thought it was you.”
“Get away from me.” He stepped aside from her. “Go to Stephan. He can have you now.”
Violeta looked around the room manically, her eyes wild as she realized she’d messed up. She looked at Casper and back at Stephan and I knew she was trying to decide what to do. I almost felt sorry for her, but not quite.
“I don’t want your sloppy seconds.” Stephan’s voice was almost lyrical as he spoke. “There is only one woman in this room I am fighting for.” My whole body went rigid as I felt his eyes on me. “I want Lola Franklin.”
“Then the slut should leave,” Casper said. “Go and —”
“Enough!” a voice shouted and we all jumped and looked towards the door. “You cannot speak to Violeta that way. None of you deserve her.”
“Tarquin.” It was my voice that called out his name in shock. What was he doing here?
“Violeta,” he cried out, ignoring me as he ran to her and pulled her into his arms. “I won’t let them do this to you anymore. I won’t let them pass you around. You’re too beautiful, too kind, too lovely.”
I almost fainted in shock as I listened to him talk. What was Tarquin going on about? Had he lost his mind? How could he call her ‘kind’?
“Come away with me, Violeta,” he said, his voice pleading. “Marry me. I know the family that has our beautiful daughter. We can adopt her back. We can be a real family. I’m willing to be disowned. I’m willing to lose it all. Say you’ll be with me, Violeta. I love you.”
I looked at Xavier then and I could tell from the look on his face that he was just as shocked as I was. Tarquin and Violeta had been together. I could barely believe it, though I felt a huge sense of relief that Xavier wasn’t the father of her baby. Then again I should have known Xavier would never do that to his own child. I knew that in my heart.
“Leave me alone, Tarquin.” Violeta looked at him distastefully. “I want nothing to do with you.”
“But I love you,” Tarquin pleaded.
“I want a king, Tarquin.” She looked at him condescendingly. “I want a man that will one day be king. I want a man to possess me. I want a man that can fuck me and make me come within seconds. You—you are not any of those things. Leave me alone and scat.” She looked at him coldly as she walked to the door as regally as she could. I was still in shock as she walked and I couldn’t imagine how she was feeling.
“Leave, whore,” Casper said and looked at Charles, who was looking like he’d just seen a ghost.
“Uhm, let us continue,” Charles said and changed the subject as Violeta walked out the door. I was surprised that no one went after her. Not even Tarquin. What had just happened? I felt even more dazed and confused and then my heart lurched as my moment came. “Lola, you’re next. Who do you choose as the man that gave you the most pleasure?” He looked at me curiously and I felt all the blood draining from my face. On my right stood Xavier, my love, the man I had come with and on the left, stood Stephan, eager, charismatic, handsome Stephan and he’d made it clear that he was here for me. He wanted me. He wanted to please me. He wanted to make me his. I stood there with my heart in my mouth. I didn’t know who I was going to pick. I didn’t know what to do. One wrong choice and my whole life would change. One wrong choice and Xavier would hate me. One wrong choice and I could be taken into a life of sexual pleasure that was far out of my realm. And the problem wasn’t in the fact that I didn’t know who I was going to choose. The problem was in the fact that I was going to lie. I was going to go with man number one and the feather because I was sure that had been Xavier. I was going to go with him because he was who I wanted. But if I was truly honest with myself, the man that had pleased me more was man number 2. The man who had taken me to new sexual heights was Stephan. And that made me feel guiltier than anything. I wanted to cry as I stood there, unable to speak.
“Lola,” Charles said again as all eyes gazed at me. “You have to tell us now. Whom do you choose?”
Chapter Fifteen
Xavier
I could feel Stephan’s eyes on Lola as we all waited for her answer. I could see the way he was staring at her so intently, like a fox watching his prey before he got ready to pounce. He wanted her. I could see it in the way that he watched her. He wanted her and it was about m
ore than just getting back at me. She’d touched a part of him, intrigued him as she’d intrigued me. I’d been surprised when I’d seen him with the feather, touching her lightly and delicately. I’d been sure he’d do something more, try something harder, more intimate. Like he had with Violeta. I wasn’t sure why he’d used a dildo on her and then a feather on Lola, but it had calmed me down. Stopped me from going in the room and punching his teeth out. I’d been happy that he’d used the feather, until I’d seen Lola’s reaction to it. It had turned her on and she’d been moaning and sliding on the bed. And I’d been crazy with jealousy and madness. And when she’d come, I’d wanted to die. I’d wanted to cut myself into tiny pieces and throw them into the ocean because it was in that moment that I’d know I was scum. The fact that I’d brought her here, the fact that I’d thought this was okay, it showed me that I was no better than the other men here. I loved Lola and I’d betrayed her and myself by trying to get into the inner circle. I knew now that it wasn’t important. But it was too late. It was too late to change any of it. I was angry with myself and I was angry at myself, too. I’d lost control in the room with her. I’d lost control as I’d sucked on her nipples, wanting her to feel the pain that was ravaging me inside, but also wanting her to experience the most exquisite and tender pleasure that she could. She was my Lola, my morning glory, my colorful artwork in a room full of monochrome and I’d forgotten that. I’d gotten caught up. I wanted to punch the wall. How could I have gone down this road? We had been brought together by light, by wondrous paintings, by beauty, and I had taken her into a world of darkness and ugliness. I’d taken away our joy.
