by Reese Rivers
“My dearest, Eden, how charming of you to think you ever could come between us. We have been together for hundreds of years and will be a family long after your bones have turned to dust in your grave.”
A small gasp slips out at the cold words he hits me with. There’s no getting through his ice walls and I’m done with trying and this conversation so I just tilt my head slightly to acknowledge his point.
“Yes, well I’m glad you will always be there for them after I won’t be.”
Just as I go to turn my eyes away from his, I think I see a flash of regret in them but I’m no longer interested in trying to understand this man so I sit quietly staring down into my lap for the last of the trip wishing the night was already over.
The carriage coming to a stop has me finally lifting my head to meet his gaze. I lift my lips into an empty smile and nod to him.
“Distraction ready to launch.”
He stares back at me with a slight frown and opens his mouth to say something but just then the driver opens the carriage door so instead, he climbs down and turns holding his hand out for me to take. I step down and my first look at the home we’ve arrived at has my eyebrows shooting up.
I thought the manor house was huge but this place is three times as large and has major castle vibes going on. Sebastian takes my elbow and guides me up the large front stairs that lead to an impressive set of double doors that are standing open with footmen flanking it. We step into a foyer that goes up three stories and I try not to gawk like a country hick as he takes my cape off and hands it to a waiting servant. I can hear music coming from ahead and spot another pair of footmen standing on either side of a set of heavy red curtains. He leads me to them and we pause as the curtains are drawn apart. Two steps into the room and he brings me to another stop as someone calls out,
“Sa Grâce, le Duc du Gaul et invité!”
We are standing at the top of a short staircase leading down into a ballroom giving me a perfect view of the entire room. At first, all I see is the large crowd of people dancing in their finery with the many jewel colored gowns swishing as they move. I try and ignore the large number of eyes that have just turned our way and are studying every inch of me as my gaze moves to take in the rest of the room. I’m proud of myself when my only reaction to what I see is a slight indrawn breath and a tightening of my fingers on Sebastian’s arm.
Lining the sides of the room on both sides are what look like fancy gilded cages and in each one are various groups of naked people having sex, a lot of sex, on raised platforms. They range from all men together to women with women and a mix of both. Not one grouping is just plain old vanilla man and woman going at it alone. Based on the ecstasy on all their faces it’s all consensual and having eyes on them just makes the experience even better. This isn’t a dinner party, this is a fucking sex club and this, this I can handle.
I turn my head back to look up at Sebastian before tilting it slightly down the stairs with the same empty smile that hasn’t slipped once since we left the carriage to let him know I’m good to carry on. He takes an extra moment to study my face as his eyes narrow slightly and his mouth tightens before he guides me down the stairs to the main level and straight to the dance floor. He drops my elbow to clasp my hand and gives me a leg and bow before moving into me so his hand can rest on my bare back. I keep my back and neck ruler straight with my chin lifted as we step into the rotating dancers in time to the music. I feel utterly ridiculous and like royalty at the same damn time. I keep my eyes firmly on his chin and my vapid smile in place as he moves me around the floor in a waltz trying my best to channel a Stepford wife but when his thumb begins to rub circles on the exposed skin closest to my ass an involuntary shiver runs through me. I lift my eyes to meet his and tilt my head, hoping he can read the “What the fuck are you doing?” look in them. His eyes flash with amusement and his head dips towards mine.
“You look like an exquisitely beautiful but empty doll.”
My smile slips slightly and I huff out an annoyed breath.
“Do you know what mixed signals are? Because you are a master of them. I thought this was what you wanted me to be.”
His hot fingers slide up my bare spine as he gives a little shake of his head and his voice is low and husky when he says, “No, never this. I want you…” He trails off without finishing as the song comes to an end.
Eden
Someone nearby calls out to him in French but all I understand is his title as he moves us to the side of the dancing area as the next song begins. He turns me to face a man at least a foot shorter than me. He’s decked out with a high pile of curls that have been powdered and way too much lace for any man to carry off. The wispy thin mustache and chin beard go with his slim frame and painted lips for the overall slimy Frenchman look. The guy’s eyes are practically licking all my exposed skin as he takes me in with a sleazy smirk. Sebastian says something to him in French and all I pick out of it is the French word for English so I’m assuming he’s telling the guy I don’t speak the language. His eyebrows shoot up in interest and he reaches for my hand as Sebastian does the introductions.
“Mademoiselle Eden Kelly, may I present the Marquis du Corbeil, our gracious host for the evening.”
I dip down into a half curtsey thankful that Luca ran me through the dumbass customs of etiquette as he brings my hand to his mouth for an open kiss that has his tongue swiping over my knuckles. I lock my muscles down to suppress the shudder that wants to wrack me at his creepiness.
“Enchanté, you honor us with your beauty.” He tells me with a heavy accent. His eyes are frozen on my tits like they’re about to do tricks but his next words are for my escort.
“I was surprised to see you accepted my invitation. I do not believe you have ever joined us for one of my more intimate soirées.”
Sebastian’s fingers are back to trailing up and down my bare arm as if he’s making clear to the Marquis his ownership of me when he replies,
“It was an invitation I felt would be beneficial to accept and of course I thought my companion would find pleasurable. I believe we have mutual interests to discuss.”
The Marquis shoots him a pointed look before his eyes slide back to my breasts. “Ah, oui on both counts. She will receive much pleasure this night I am sure but let us enjoy the festivities first before we discuss such interests more privately, oui?”
I’m bored with this guy’s fixation on my breasts so I look over his shoulder to scan the crowd just as it parts and I see one of the hottest, sexiest women I’ve ever seen in my life walking towards us. Her black hair falls to her waist in a pin-straight glossy curtain. She’s too far away for me to see what color her eyes are but they’re a light color, either grey or blue. Her face is sculptured perfection with her lips set in a sexy amused pout. I thought I was daring with the dress I’m wearing but this woman has almost bared it all. A flowing column of black lace is all that covers her heavy breasts, continuing down over her stomach and the center of her legs. It has to be glued on somehow because there’s no straps or ribbons holding it in place. Her sides are bare with her dipped in waist and rounded hips, thighs, and the rest of her legs on full display. Because I’m studying her so closely I see the moment her confident steps falter and she comes to a quick stop. My eyes look up to her face and I see a brief flash of fear before she whirls away and heads back the way she came, disappearing into the crowd. I frown slightly, wondering what made her flee but when I feel clammy fingers trailing down the skin between my breasts all thoughts of her vanish. My eyes turn to the douche bag touching me and I cast a side-eye glance at Sebastian, digging my nails into his arm. I can see he’s distracted though as his head moves in every direction searching the room for something.
I’m fine being the distraction for him and I don’t want to fuck this up but I won’t be groped by this asshat either, so my hand flashes out and latches onto his wrist in a tight grip. I give him a smile that’s all teeth and purr, “No touchy, bad boy!”<
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I know I’ve hit the right tone when his eyelids drop to half-mast and he shivers as he licks his lips. I want a shower with buckets of soap knowing I just gave him a sexual thrill by being dominant. This guy is a total sub if that’s all it took to get his engine revving. He twists his wrist in my hand so he can rub his fingers over my own and then slides them against my palm before breaking contact.
“I look forward to spending more time with you after the supper is completed and the real festivities begin.” He tells me with smoldering eyes.
I try hard not to snort and murmur, “Can’t wait.”
The minute he turns to walk away I’m rolling my eyes so hard I almost make myself dizzy. Sebastian’s still looking over the crowd and apparently missed the whole exchange so I swipe a tiny glass with a long stem from a passing waiter’s tray and after sniffing the pink foamy liquid that smells like strawberries, shoot the whole thing in one go. It’s not bad, whatever it is, and hopefully the shot-sized liquor will ease some of the tension I’m feeling in my shoulders and neck at standing with perfect posture for so long. It’s not as easy as it looks without a corset holding you up.
I reach out and exchange my empty for another drink when a different waiter passes, this one with lime green liquid in it. I’ve already decided to just sip at it, not wanting to get loaded, but before it even reaches my lips, Sebastian is snatching it from my hand.
“Hey! I was drinking that!” I whine but he ignores me and takes a sip of the drink himself.
His eyebrows raise in surprise at whatever he tastes and the glass is handed off to another server passing by. He takes my elbow and leads me back onto the dance floor for another dance.
“Don’t drink anything else offered to you,” he tells me as he twirls me around the floor.
I wince and give him an “Oops, too late” look.
“Um, kinda already drank one. What’s in the drinks?”
He hits me with an exasperated look like I should have known better because apparently roofies are a thing in every century.
“You should be fine. It will only lower your inhibitions, just don’t drink anymore.”
Fuck, that’s just great. Just what a girl needs when attending a middle ages sex club where everyone wants to fuck me. And they all do. Everywhere I turn I find hot, lust-filled eyes roaming over my body from both men and quite a few women. I’d like to say it makes me uncomfortable but my sex drive has leveled up since taking on three men because all I feel is sexy and confident under the attention. It sucks great big donkey balls that the only man in the room that I secretly want looking at me that way seems indifferent to me. I try and just focus on the loads of sex I’ll be having when I make it home tonight and remind myself that three cocks is more than enough.
We dance three songs in a row and it’s a lot of work to ignore his hot fingers siding up and down my bare spine and the hard muscles I can feel under my hand. I’m almost grateful when he walks us off the floor because I’m ready to rub myself against him like a cat in the hopes he’ll pet me some more. He moves me from group to group, exchanging pleasantries but it’s all in French so I let my eyes wander and they land on the nearest group of sex performers.
There’s one man and three women in the enclosure and I find myself moving away from Sebastian and closer to the cage for a better look.
The single man is slamming into the main woman from behind and his eyes are clenched closed with his head thrown back. I can see how tightly his fingers dig into her hips as he anchors her for the hard, fast pace of his thrusts. There’s another woman on her knees in front of the main woman that has her tongue sliding in and out of her pussy so she’s getting fucked and licked at the same time. Hanging from the bars on the top of the cage is a swing that hangs at head height with the last woman sitting on the edge of it and she has her legs draped over both the standing couple with the woman that’s getting pleasured from both sides’ mouth and tongue working her pussy over with moans of pleasure. This is like watching real live porn and my body feels flushed, hot, and heavy as my own core begins to ache to be touched. For half a second I don’t even care who presses up against me from behind and wraps an arm around my waist, sliding a hot hand over to rest on my lower belly. My core clenches with the need to be filled as his thumb traces circles against the skin bared by the V of the dress and my breathing is heavy, almost panting.
“Look at their eyes,” Sebastian whispers against my ear. Their eyes are not what’s turning me on so I have to force my gaze from all the licking and fucking happening in front of me and try and concentrate on what he’s noticed. I see two of the women’s eyes have completely blown pupils. I swallow hard and tilt my head back to rest against his chest.
“Are they drugged?” I whisper back.
“Either that or blood-drunk like you were.” He tells me.
More memories flash through my mind of that three-day sexathon, making my pussy throb even harder. I tip my head back even further to meet his eyes and I know he can tell just how turned on I am because he pulls me even closer against his chest and I swear I can feel the rigid length of him pressing against my ass through the dress. His eyes drop to my lips and stay there for a few beats before he pulls back completely, leaving me desperate for the contact to return.
“Supper has been announced. We need to find our seats.”
Motherfucker, I can’t wait to get back to my men who I know will take this ache away in the best possible ways. I let him lead me away from the sex show with only a quick glance over my shoulder and ignore the throb between my legs when my thighs rub together as we walk into another room with the longest table I have ever seen.
There has to be seating for at least a hundred and I roll my eyes remembering the Marquis saying this is an intimate gathering. We find our seats roughly in the middle of the table and I’m happy to be off my feet when Sebastian helps me into my chair. I reach for one of the goblets in front of me but stop with it halfway to my lips before handing it to Sebastian.
“Please check this for me? I’m parched and desperate for a drink.”
He takes it from my hand and has a small sip before handing it back to me with a slight nod so I take a few healthy gulps, happy that it’s plain water and not wine. My inhibitions don’t need any more lowering as I’m pretty sure that last drink is the reason I’m so turned on right now.
Sebastian makes small talk in French to the couple on the other side of him but the two on my side are wrapped up in each other and other than a leering look at my cleavage the guy beside me focuses all his attention on his companion. It’s actually a good thing as I need a few moments to myself. I just focus on taking a few bites from each course that is served, skipping the fish dish altogether, and just people watch. I scan down the table and notice that the seating is alternating male, female so that no two women are beside each other. I take in the elaborate hairdos and the sheer amount of cleavage showing. The table is higher than most so it almost looks like every woman’s breasts are sitting on it, displayed like on a shelf.
After a few goblets of water and some food I’m feeling better about the night and I’ve got my pussy wrangled back into a dormant state. The last thing I want is to be stuck in the carriage for a two-hour drive while I’m wiggling in need on the bench across from him. I know we will be leaving shortly after the meal is done so we won’t be present for the orgy that everyone seems to know about. As soon as Sebastian has his private conversation with the Marquis, we’re out of here. When the cheese and grapes are set in front of me I know the meal is almost done. After it’s cleared away a hush falls over the long table and I turn my head along with everyone else to see our host, the Marquis standing at the end of the table on a small platform.
His eyes look to each person, taking way longer than it should as a pleased smirk sits on his lips. When he finally speaks it’s in French so I have no idea what he says but giggles and gasps erupt.
“Le cours final ne sera servi qu’aux dames. Profite
r des desserts, la petite mort!”
I turn to Sebastian to ask him what the guy said but he’s already cursing under his breath as his eyes lock onto mine.
“Eden…” Is all he manages to get out before I’m flinching in my seat as my skirt is pushed up my legs and a face slides between my thighs. My body freezes as my eyes frantically look down the table and see every woman’s expression change. Their heads fall back and their eyes glaze over at what’s being done to them and I’m almost helpless when a hot tongue slips between my folds and goes straight to my clit and begins circling it in expert motions. My hand comes down hard on Sebastian’s arm and my nails dig into his sleeve as a jolt of pleasure rocks through me. My eyes dart to his and my voice is a stuttered whisper.
“Th-there’s…ah…ah…oh fuck. Oh my G-God it’s…” Is all I can stutter before a moan escapes me and I’m no longer capable of stringing more words together as waves of pleasure pass through me.
The master between my legs soothes the ache I’ve been living with for the last hour with hot flicks and licks over my sensitive clit. No one else at the table has bolted and based on the sounds I’m hearing, everyone is fully on board this pleasure train. I could shove the head between my legs away and just pretend it’s still happening but the truth is…I like it and it just feels so damn good.
I’ve fully embraced my whoredom since coming here and taking on three cocks so I’m just going to own this too and love every fucking minute of whoever is licking my pussy in such an erotic, delicious way.
Sebastian
Her eyes roll back under half-closed lids as another sexy moan slips between her lips. I want to rip whoever’s under the table away from her and fill the spot with my own mouth. I’m desperate to taste her sweet arousal but instead I torture myself by watching the pleasure overtake her.
