Page 8 of Gilded Kisses
Six years ago I thought I had all the time in the world to explore the love I had for them. And then they nearly died because of me. They vanished. They no longer accepted my calls. Just poof. Eighteen years of seeing them in my life every day and then to suddenly have nothing can only be compared to a junkie having their supply ripped away.
It was only by luck and a lot of pleading that I found them at all. I make a mental note to send a thank-you basket to my cousin.He’s got a knack for digging up information no one wants anyone to have.
The night of my eighteenth birthday didn’t end when they walked away. My father taught me the depths of his wrath. I caress the space over my heart and push the memories he left me with far from my mind. Tonight is not about him.
“They touch you again and I’ll end all of you. I won’t stop until I see your blood on my hands. I swear this truth on my life. You will never let them touch you again!”
Those cursed words bore into my soul and burn before I can completely extinguish them from my mind.
I had no choice but to agree. Instead of spending my special day with the men I secretly loved, I fought for my life. Every day that passed I knew they were gone for good. I could feel the heat of their love fading.
Until I found them and came up with a new plan. What can I say? I’m nothing if not my father’s daughter after all.
So here I sit, nine hundred miles from home, surrounded by glistening hard cocks and palpable sin.
I uncross my legs and stand up from my seat when I see a woman approach. Two lovers spread her out on a button-tufted settee in front of me. Their bodies are breathtaking. A leather bodice pushes her bare breasts up like offerings to the devils at her sides. I know they are not the good boys next door kind. Dirty deeds are written all over their handsome faces.
I brush the back of my fingers over my heated cheeks feeling nervous.
The woman moves to her knees, smearing the pre-cum of one lover on her nipples before offering it to the other like forbidden fruit. And it is. It’s an alluring visual of my carnal desires and has me clenching my thighs and my nipples turning hard against the soft fabric of my dress.
The total eroticism drives the breath from my lungs. I raise a hand and tighten my fingers around my throat. Not to cut my air off, but to squelch the cry of torture that wants to break free. I crave what she has and I am tired of being quiet about it like a good, obedient daughter.
Pain so unreal I can’t even catch my breath takes over my muscles and locks my chest down tight.
Breathe, you damn woman. Breathe.
Inhale.
Exhale.
There’s only one way to ease the burn of razors cutting into my soul. Slowly, as not to catch the attention of those around me, I use the dim lighting to slip a hand beneath the hem of my dress. If it were Mirsha’s hand on me, he wouldn’t be gentle. I wouldn’t want him to be. Luther’s touch would burn hot and Viper would have me dripping all over the three of them with the slightest of touches to my clit. It would be freeing, agonizing pleasure.
My eyes fall closed. Juices coat the tips of my fingers, and I drag my nails over my slick, sensitive folds. I slowly open my eyes to watch the woman in front of me take her lovers into her mouth. First one, then the other. The sight is arousing beyond measure. Currents of sensuality wash over me. Low-tempo music reverberates through the makeshift ballroom and feedsinto my unsated desires. Briefly holding her gaze, I slip a finger into my slit and smear more wetness over my throbbing clit.
My mouth silently falls open, and I stroke the tortured flesh using my thumb. Slow at first, but it doesn’t take much to send me falling over the edge of a fast ending. I bite down on the corner of my lip to keep from crying out.
Breathing heavily, I ease my hand from between my legs. It’s like this every time. Fast release but a hollow side effect after I hit the peak of my orgasm.
Perspiration dots my body, and the warm glow from my release washes over me before dissipating. The pain fades and my hands finally stop shaking.
For now, anyway. The calming effects of my release won’t last long. The pain will be back. Just like it always is.
The release dulls the pain that goes beyond the need to simply climax. The ache I have inside me penetrates to the very marrow of my bones.
Without their touch, their body heat and their love I can’t function. The worst part is, I don’t know if I’m the only one. Do they feel anything from being away from me? Or am I the only one suffering?
God, I’m such a fucking mess. Being here is a mistake. I need to leave and just let them go.
But you can’t, cries an insufferable fucking voice in my head and my heart shamelessly agrees. I have to know once if I am the only one feeling this overwhelming consumption.
Bronze sconces and heavy century-old crystal chandeliers dim, throwing the massive space in deeper shadow. A warm-huedspotlight focuses on a raised stage. It sits at the far end of the room where another carnal delight begins for those who love to express themselves for others to observe.
The woman in the leather bodice in front of me reaches orgasm and drifts off to another part of the large room with her lovers in tow. It’s then I realize they are part of the next show.
And that is when it happens. I feel the caress of someone’s attention on me. My gaze locks with a set of gunmetal gray eyes that turn stone cold the second recognition hits.
Memories wash over me.