Elicit: (Decadence After Dark Book 5)

by M. Never

  Marcus is already prowling the room, white dress shirt unbuttoned and a shot of whisky straight up in his hand. He’s younger than many of the clients who frequent Mansion and extremely good looking. Sessions with him are easy to swallow.

  “There’s my girl.” He smiles as I saunter toward him. I’m Jett’s girl.

  Marcus kisses my neck once I’m within reach. I play into his hands, reacting the way he wants. The way he expects. Moaning as he runs the tip of his tongue along my collarbone.

  “You look good enough to eat.” I catch a whiff of whiskey on his breath as he moves up my neck. He does love his booze.

  “Thank you. Are you ready to indulge?” I entice him, touching my index finger to his lip.

  “I am. Where’s Spice? I requested a duo.”

  My stomach sinks. “She’s under the weather. I think Jett is sending someone in her place.” And as if on cue, Nadia floats into the room.

  She’s a tall, curvy, bubbly brunette who loves sparkles. She’s always decked out in some kind of rhinestone ensemble.

  “The party can start now.” Nadia wastes no time cozying up to me and Marcus.

  “That’s what I’m talking about.” He grabs the back of my head and urges Nadia and I to kiss. We put on a show, exaggerating the embrace to amp up his excitement. It works like a charm, because within a few seconds, he’s moaning and grabbing himself.

  Marcus steps back as Nadia and I continue to kiss and touch and seduce. He downs his drink then drops the glass on the small wet bar against the far wall.

  “Strip,” he orders as he unfastens his cuff links. Nadia and I comply like the naughty little vixens we are, pulling at each other’s delicate spaghetti straps and peeling the clingy material off one another’s body. Marcus keens approvingly as we stand before him, completely naked, ready and waiting.

  “Sugar, lay on the bed.” He creeps toward us, dropping his navy blue dress pants. “I want you coming while my cock is in your mouth.”

  I shift backwards onto the mattress. There’s no real bedding, just pink satin sheets and two puffy pillows.

  I lay on my back as Marcus grabs one of my wrists and secures it to a cuff attached to the frame of the bed. “I was in the mood for a little kink today,” he clues me in as he squeezes my breast. Kinky isn’t usually his style, but I guess we all need to mix it up every now and again. Marcus secures my other wrist as Nadia cuffs my ankles. Lust shines in his bright green eyes as I lay there tethered, naked, and spread wide.

  “Fuck, you’re somthin’ else.” He slides down his white boxer briefs, exposing his erection. His small erection. For as tall and muscled and built as he is, Marcus is not well endowed. He was blessed with good looks and smarts, but that’s about it. I’ve faked it with him every single time, and today, I’m sure, will be no different.

  “Make her come,” Marcus tosses back to Nadia as he straddles my head. “I want to feel you moan all around me.” He shoves his short, stocky cock in my mouth, and it barely stretches past my molars. Sucking him off is like giving a toy action figure head.

  I do genuinely moan when Nadia licks me, though. That I enjoy. Women just do it for me. Her soft tongue and plump lips grazing against my clit is heavenly. I concentrate more on her than Marcus as he pumps his pudgy cock in and out. “That mouth is so fucking good. Take it, bitch. Take all of it.”

  I clamp my jaw, battling the urge to laugh. Does he know how much of an asshole he sounds like? There’s nothing to take!

  As bad as it might be, I close my eyes and pretend I’m sucking off Jett. I smell him, I taste him, envisioning those two devious little balls that tease and pleasure and tickle. Naughty thoughts of Jett and the feel of Nadia’s probing tongue brighten a burning in my core. I pull on the restraints about to come when Nadia let’s up for a fraction of a second. My orgasm deflates as I pop open my eyes, catching movement in my peripheral vision.

  Surprisingly, I see Kayne stalk through the room with his pet on a leash. It’s my first good look at the woman he keeps behind the door. I don’t have much time to assess as Nadia picks up where she left off, recharging my climax. I fight against the restraints as my body responds to the persistent flattening of her tongue over my pussy. Oh shit. I breathe laboriously through my nose as the sensations cycle through me. As my inner walls contract and my sweltering flesh throbs. I release a muffled cry as I come, sucking crazily on Marcus’s baby cock.

  “So damn good.” Marcus withdraws his swollen length from between my dry lips as I pant on the bed. He wasn’t even close to a climax. The man has better stamina than a long distance runner, I’ll give him that.

  “You aren’t done yet,” he promises darkly as he unlocks my wrists. Once my ankles are free, I sit up, stealing a clear look at Kayne and the slave kneeling between his legs. She looks so tiny engulfed possessively against his broad body. But she’s beautiful, submissive, and clearly well-trained. She doesn’t move a muscle as he holds her by her rhinestone collar. The two of them watching us intently. Her big green eyes make my stomach flutter.

  I move in a daze as Marcus gives us direction on the bed. Nadia lays flat on her stomach as we secure her in the cuffs.

  “I want to watch her eat you out.” He grabs for a condom in the mirrored nightstand as I slide my wet flesh underneath her face. Marcus sheaths his sad little erection and plows into Nadia, who barely detects him inside her. We share a communicative look, and I again have to keep from laughing.

  I thread my fingers through her dark hair as she laps up the remnants of my last orgasm, moaning a little tune against my pussy as Marcus fucks her.

  In a sitting position I have a one-hundred and eighty-degree view of the room. I try not to stare, but Kayne and Ellie are stealing my full attention. Since I found out about her, I have done nothing but wonder about who she is and what she’s like, and now here she is, kneeling right in front of me. Watching me with hot pink cheeks and hypnotizing eyes.

  Nadia swirls her tongue and then sucks on my clit just as Kayne shoves his hand into Ellie’s underwear. Her reaction mirrors mine as we’re both struck with an unexpected burst of arousal. I grab Nadia’s head with both hands and grind my slick folds against her mouth as I spy Kayne fingering Ellie. It’s so hot, the multiple levels of stimulation hitting me all at once—touch, sight, sound—it sets me off. I fall back against the headboard and come again. Harder this time, my abdominal muscles straining, my heart hammering and my core pulsating.

  When I finally float down from my high and my vision refocuses, I find Kayne and Ellie are gone. I’m struck with a small amount of disappointment. I don’t know what I was expecting really. A conversation with them after the fact? Even I know that’s ridiculous.

  Once all is said and done with Marcus, Nadia and I dress. Session over. Even after two climaxes, I feel empty. The reflex continually comes and goes in this new universe I’m navigating, and I know there’s only one person who can truly fill the void when I begin to shut down.

  Nadia bounces out of the room first, clearly content. As I follow behind her, Marcus pulls me back.

  “Have you given any more thought to my offer?” He settles his hands on my hips.

  “I have,” I break it to him regrettably, “but I think I have to pass.”

  “C’mon, Sugar. A beautiful girl like you doesn’t belong in a place like this. She belongs on a pedestal. I can give you anything your heart desires. Money, clothes, cars. All you have to do is ask.”

  I smile sadly. He’s offering me everything but the one thing I truly want. There’s no profession of love or genuine feeling. He wants a doll. Someone to dress up and wear on his arm. I’ve been that my whole life, and now I want more.

  And the only man who can give me what I want is currently standing in the doorway with a venomous expression on his striking face.

  “Sugar,” he beckons me. I twist compliantly out of Marcus’s hold and go to him. I will always come when he calls. If I’m going to be a slave to a man, it will be the man of
my choosing.

  And I choose Jett. I will always choose Jett.

  “Marcus.” Jett addresses him coolly with an arm around me. “Everything to your satisfaction?”

  Marcus beams obnoxiously. “My girl never disappoints.” Jett digs his fingertips into my hip. “Glad to hear it.” He pulls me away.

  “Are you okay?” I ask as we walk swiftly down the hall.

  “Fine,” Jett answers curtly as we make our way down a flight of stairs. “Your presence has been requested,” he discloses once inside my room.

  “My presence? With whom?” I ask as he corrals me into the bathroom.

  “Kayne.” His short, one word answers are off-putting.

  “What’s wrong?” I place my hands on his chest and push.

  “Nothing. Did you have a good session with your boyfriend?” he asks passive-aggressively.

  Boyfriend? I pause, then realize what’s happening here.

  “Jett Fox, are you jealous of Marcus and his little dick?”

  His annoyed expression softens. “Worried. Not jealous.”

  “Worried about what?” I can’t even fathom.

  “You leaving.”

  “Me leaving you for Marcus?” The astonishment in my reply is evident.

  “It’s not unheard of for one of my girls to run off with a client. There have been more love connections under this roof than I can count.”

  The emptiness that’s plaguing me completely dissipates and in its place a warm, wanted feeling of delight fills me up.

  I smile brightly. Maybe the brightest of my life and slip my arms around Jett’s neck.

  “Let’s get one thing straight. There’s you and me, and then there’s everything fucking else.” I nip at his neck. “And the only love connection I’m interested in making is with a tall, blond, pierced, tattooed, mystery man, who fucks like a porn star.”

  All the tension in Jett’s body evaporates as he locks me in his arms. I continue my trail up his neck, kissing, licking, and sucking until I reach his mouth. Once our lips connect in a fierce embrace, Jett’s hold becomes constrictive as he lifts me right off the ground.

  He kisses me like he owns me. Like he claimed me and presides over me. Because he does. Marcus can have my body; everything else belongs solely to Jett.

  Jett sets me back on my feet and rests his forehead against mine. “Does he really have a little dick?”

  I can’t help but laugh. “A pencil eraser is bigger.” I continue to kiss him, guiding his hands down to my ass. If he wants to know just how serious I am, I’ll show him. “Interested in making a love connection right now?”

  “Yes.” He squeezes my mesh-covered butt cheeks. “Always with you.”

  “Then what are we waiting for?” I try to drag him into the shower, but he stops me.

  “Tonight,” he promises darkly. “We will connect sixteen different ways from Sunday. But right now you need to wash off. Ellie and Kayne are waiting.”

  “Ellie and Kayne?”

  “Yes.” Jett turns on the shower. “Apparently you made an impression.”

  I blink blankly. “I get to officially meet her?”

  “I think you two are going to do more than officially meet.” He peels off my lace lingerie. “Wash everything. I’ll be right back.”

  I step into the warm shower. “Where are you going?”

  “To grab your clothes.”

  By the time I’m done scrubbing, Jett has returned with my “clothes.”

  “A pair of underwear and a collar?” I question as he wraps me in a towel. “I think you used the term ‘clothes’ too lightly.”

  “It’s all Ellie usually wears. I thought I would even out the playing field.”

  “Yes, Jett,” I reply submissively, knowing how much Kayne likes his women obedient.

  “That’s my girl.” He stretches out the scrap of material so I can step into it. “Go sit so I can pretty you up.”

  At the French-style vanity in my room, Jett blow dries my hair. I love it when he does this. It’s utterly relaxing. Once it’s dry and bouncing with volume, he moves on to my makeup, keeping it light. Some shimmer on my eyes, a few coats of thick mascara and some sheer pink gloss.

  “Order up. One gorgeous redhead.” He leans against the curvy edge of the vanity as I inspect his handiwork. The man does know what he’s doing with a round brush and color pallet.

  I look up at Jett nervously. “Do you think she’ll like me?”

  He smirks. “I think she already likes you.” He picks up the black collar sitting in front of me. “She asked for you specifically.”

  “She asked for me?”

  “Mmm hmmm.” He fastens it around my neck. “I told you, you made an impression.” He slips one finger under the snug leather. “She’s never been with a woman before.” He tightens his grip. “You’ll have to open her world and then blow her mind.”

  “I think I can do that.”

  “I think you can, too.” He yanks me forward by the collar. “I know all too well what you’re capable of, little bird.” His black pupils dilate. “You, wearing this.” The leather creaks under his command. “And the things I want to do to you.”

  “What’s stopping you?” I goad him.

  Jett exhales heavily, with something weighing on his mind. “I don’t want to take it too far. Knowing what I do about your past, sometimes I worry I already have.”

  “You haven’t,” I assure him. “I’m stronger than you give me credit for.”

  “I know you’re strong. There’s no doubt in my mind.”

  “Then why hold back?”

  “Because I don’t want you to think I’m trying to steal your freedom away.”

  “Do you want to lock me in a tower?”

  “No,” he scoffs. “But I love you submissive. I love you tied up and collared and kneeling at my feet.”

  “I’ve never had an issue with any of those things before. Not with you.” I hold onto his forearm. Jett is the anecdote to my poisonous past, and for him I would do anything. “You’ve always given me a choice, and that makes me freer than any bird.”

  Jett’s possessiveness rumbles in his chest like dual exhaust as he pulls me against him. “You are one fucking amazing woman.”

  “Keep telling me that so I remember.” I rub my nose against his as he palms my ass.

  “I’ll remind you every day. Every hour, every minute.” He licks and sucks my lips, driving his tongue into my mouth. We entangle ourselves in a sizzling kiss before Jett reluctantly hits the brakes, leaving us breathing hard and starving for more.

  “Go.” He spanks me and the sting jolts through my entire body. “Ellie and Kayne are waiting. Be a good little submissive and listen to Kayne. No touching unless he says so.”

  “Yes, Jett,” I fuck his name.

  “Good girl.” His eyes smolder with wicked thoughts. It gives me chills. “Come to me when you’re done.”

  I nod, then slink sexily out of his grasp.

  I WATCH LONDON SAUNTER CONFIDENTLY out of her room in nothing more than a skimpy pair of underwear and a leather collar.

  There is so much fire in that redhead she leaves a trail of embers wherever she goes. Wearing her past like a pair of stilettos—regardless of how much it hurts, the only thing you ever see is the beauty in her stride.

  Her strength leaves me in awe.

  It’s what drew me to her that very first day and keeps me coming back.

  She may wear the collar, but I’m the trained dog, pining for my owner once she’s gone.

  To kill time, I check on the girls, Javier, and Jenna. Everything is calm for the time being, but every day Javier is here is another day of veiled tension. I’m beginning to think this whole situation is just a ruse. A cat and mouse chase with no foreseeable ending in sight.

  A shitty waste of time.

  I shut myself in my room and pull out a long piece of soft rope from the nightstand. It has become mine and London’s personal toy box. I keep everything I love to
play with her within here.

  I lounge on my bed threading the white rope through my fingers over and over as the anticipation builds.

  Her words replay like a tune in my head. “You’ve always given me a choice, and that makes me freer than any bird.”

  I haven’t even begun to set her free. Oppressed in this environment, I can’t crack open our relationship the way I truly want. Secrets will always divide us, and the truth could potentially destroy us.

  All four of us—me, Kayne, Ellie, London—are navigating a similar path. Our hearts are at stake. Our relationships are hanging in the balance, and no one has the foresight to predict if we’ll make it out alive.

  I would gladly trade my life for any of theirs. That’s who I am. It’s who I’ve always been. My career may have taken a turn for the worse, but my character remained the same.

  The door creaks open, catching me off guard. An hourglass figure sways in the shadows before crouching to the floor. Her curves hit me like a drug. My cock stands at attention as the naked redhead crawls across the room on all fours like a pampered house cat.

  I watch as she makes her way around the bed, coming to sit by the edge like a pet. My whole body throbs from her willing submission. Every valve in my heart pumping faster from the emotions she elicits. I leave her be. Appreciating the placidity and the expectation of what’s to come.

  London just sits, patiently waiting, handing over complete control. I wait as long as I can. As long as my need will allow before sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. She’s positioned perfectly between my thighs, a self-possessed anticipation radiating off her body.

  “Hands,” I demand.

  Without delay, London raises her arms and places her hands on my lap. Slowly and meticulously, I begin to wrap the rope around her wrists in layers, binding them tighter with an intricate knot. Bondage is so much more than whips and chains and submission. It’s a soldering of souls. An exchange of trust. London has never trusted anyone in her life, yet here she is handing herself over freely to me. She doesn’t know half the truth of what’s really happening under this roof, or who I really am. Relying only on blind faith and my word as I begged her to do. If that’s not strength, I don’t know what is.