Jaheim
I zip up Harmony’s dress while she looks at herself in the mirror. I’ve made sure to touch her body in her favourite places while I smoothed her dress over her lower back, hips, and shoulders. Now, as a result, her skin is flushed and the sweet scent of her essence lingers in the air, tempting me to lift her dress so I can delve my tongue inside her crease and devour her honied cream.
But I won’t.
She wants me, badly, but I want her on edge, not knowing when I’ll make my move on her. The more aroused she is, the less likely she’ll need her cousin’s blood after I’m inside her again, and although I know she won’t wanna get involved with any of the scenes she sees tonight, I’m hoping watching them will make her want to get into one with me.
The last event I attended, I imagined her in all of them. They didn’t turn me on like they did before, but if I’d had Harmony there with me, I definitely would’ve been turned on enough to act out something with her.
Janelle’s made the preparations, and I have the key in my pants pocket, but I intend to make use of that hidden slit in her dress that she hasn’t realised is there before we get to the main event. The thought of having anyone seeing her perfect body makes the blood flame in my veins, but this way, I can keep her hidden – if she lets me.
The only question is, how daring will she be once she’s turned on so much she doesn’t even know her own name?
I lower my lips to her shoulder, skimming my tongue over her bare skin, admiring her reflection in the mirror. She looks so elegant, but also innocent, dirty, and sexy as fuck, all at the same damn time. It’s a maddening mix, and I can't wait to be inside her again. “How do you feel?”
Her body shudders. “Why are you tormenting me like this?” she whispers. “You must sense how much I want you.”
I press my dick against her lower back, closing my eyes briefly before gently biting the soft skin on her neck. “Because you're mine, and I can.”
I retrieve her mask and place it over her face so I can tie the back with the satin ribbon. It matches her dress in colour, and it frames her stunning burgundy eyes, surrounding them in gold and diamonds. There are several cut outs over the entire mask that reaches from a long-fanned V against her forehead, right down to her blushing cheeks.
It gives her the exact mysterious look I was hoping for.
“You are a goddess.”
She touches it with her fingertips. “I love it.”
“It is comfortable?” It’s velvet backed, so it should be.
“Very.” Her eyes find mine in the mirror as I quickly fasten my mask. “You look fucking hot in that.”
I smirk as I adjust my gold tie. My mask isn’t as big as hers, but the design is almost identical. “Hot, yeah?”
“Very,” she breathes.
I turn her around to rest a kiss on her glossed lips. “I will be hot and hard, inside your tight, wet pussy.”
“Fuck,” she whispers, stroking her hand over my raging dick in my pants. “How about now?”
I capture her hands in mine. “Not yet.”
***
Harmony's silent in the car ride to Long Island. She's been pressing her thighs together the whole journey, and I can smell her sweet essence between her thighs from being so wet.
I link my fingers in hers. “Not much longer, Princess.”
Her eyes burn the side of my face. “I hope not.”
I chuckle as I turn into the grounds of Castle Gould. “Someone’s eager.”
“Fucking more than eager,” she complains. “My pussy is practically shuddering all on its own. One touch and I swear I’d cum.”
I park the car and turn to face her. “No touching. Only me. You'll get exactly what you need and more. I promise.” I rest a kiss on her forehead. “Wait here.” I get out to open her door, and then we walk hand in hand up to the castle entrance.
The soft, classical music from inside floods out into the grounds, making this place feel almost magical. I’ve been here a few times before; a lot of these castles are the same; built of grey stone, set in vast, secluded grounds, and have wings that house enough rooms for all the separate areas.
“Wow, this place is stunning.”
“Not as stunning as you are.” I’ve spotted eyes on her already, by both men and women. Her face might be mostly covered, but there is no mistaking her natural, alluring beauty.
I give the password to the concierge at the entrance and then lead Harmony inside. I know my way around, so I follow the red carpet towards the main hall. The corridors are dimly lit with lanterns that illuminate the walls in an orange glow, as well as the several pieces of art hanging on them.
I see Harmony admiring a few pieces as we venture further inside, making comments on how beautiful they are, and I briefly wonder what she’d make of the Sistine Chapel.
Maybe I’ll take her…
Her attention is soon diverted when we approach the centre of the castle, and sounds of raw, unadulterated pleasure reach her ears. The event’s in full swing now, and the scent of sex is thick in the air.
I lean into her ear. “What do you wanna see first?”
“You choose.”
We approach a couple in the hall and can tell immediately that they swing. They both look at Harmony and then to me, but I discreetly shake my head and they both nod before they pass us.
Ain’t no way anyone is touching my princess.
We finally enter the main hall, and I watch Harmony like a hawk while she takes in all that she sees. Her eyes widen and then flicker from one scene to next in quick succession while her heart races.
I told her…
There’s a gangbang in full swing on the left, a male threesome on the right, a dominatrix caning a fifty-year-old schoolgirl on the far right, male on male sixty-nine at the back, three women in the centre on a queen-sized bed – one with her head buried between one’s thighs and the other wearing a strap-on, forcing it down one of the other women’s throat, and a full on bondage scene right in front of us, with an older man lying on a couch while the woman rides his face.
“Lawd...”
I barely heard her, but I did.
Her attention focuses on the older woman and the man in front of us. I hold her around her waist and pull her closer so I can lean into her ear. “What are you thinking?”
“That this shit is legal.”
I stifle a laugh. “Blunt as ever.”
“Sorry. I'm just surprised, that's all. I've never... I mean, I've watched porn and shit, so I’ve seen these kindsa videos when I've been scrolling, I just...” Her eyes wander again to the woman in front of us. “That shit is hot…”
Watching her watching this shit is turning me the hell on. “You wanna fuck my face, Princess?”
“Fuck yes. I want it all.”
I run my hand down her hip and she shivers. “I wanna know all your fantasies.” I gently bite her behind her ear. “I’ll make them all come true.”
She turns to look up at me. “You say the sweetest, yet hottest things, Boo.” She tiptoes to kiss me. “I wanna know yours.”
“You are mine.”
Her eyes light up. “Where did you used to go in here?”
“I'll show you.” I lead her out of the room so we can make our way upstairs. She peeks her head inside a few bondage rooms on the way when she hears the screams and moans from inside, but we soon reach the area signed MST and the screams become darker, as if you can hear the pain and pleasure mixed together.
She picks a room to go inside and I let her enter before me. I already know by the sounds of the skin on skin slapping that this is one of the more brutal scenes in the castle.
I hear her gasp as I follow her in and wish I knew what was running through her mind. She’s told me that all wares are the same and they like rough sex with pain, but she’s not a ware yet, and I haven’t tested her limits for it cuz of how I feel about her.
I’ve told her how hard she pulls my hair and the way she digs her nails into my skin drives me wild, and when she bit me I fucking felt it in my dick, but I don’t think we’ll know my limits when it comes to pain until she’s like me.
When she could hurt me.
I refocus on the scene in front of me; a six-foot African brother pounding the fuck into a petite woman with curly hair and a whipped red ass.
Doggystyle.
He has her gagged and pulls on it to choke her in time with his thrusts. They’re both covered in sweat; the man’s short hair is even soaked, but he’s working his hips to force himself to the hilt, so I ain’t surprised.
The woman shrieks before each breath but is unquestionably enjoying it. She begs for him to go harder, and her pussy creams his length and both their thighs.
Yeah, she’s in heaven right now.
“Damn, he is fucking the shit out of her,” Harmony whispers.
I turn my gaze to her. “He is.” I take her to the darkest corner of the room and hold her back against my front. “You like this?”
She nods.
I sweep her hair off her shoulder and then glide my hands down her arms, around to her waist and down to her hips, resting kisses along the curve of her neck. “Tell me how you feel watching them.”
She sucks in an uncertain breath. “I...” She's hella aroused.
I’ve gotta admit, the sight in front of us is getting to me, too, but I know that’s only because I’m here with her. “Your breaths are heavy...” I flick my tongue over the fluttering on her neck... “…your pulse is racing...” I brush my fingers over her heavy breasts and groan... “…and your nipples are straining against this fabric, pleading for me to touch them,” I whisper.
Her head rolls back against my chest. “Jaheim…”
“Tell me how you feel.”
“I want you to do that to me.”
I bite her shoulder, releasing a low groan. “I wanna do this to you... So badly...”
She backs her ass up against my dick and know it’s an invitation for me to touch her more. I feel for her hip while I nibble on her earlobe, and I soon find what I'm looking for.
She gasps when the palm of my hand finds her bare skin. “Did you just rip my dress?”
I slip my hand further inside. “No.”
“People will see us.”
“No one knows who you are, and no one cares.” I reach between her thighs. “Keep your eyes closed and don't think about them. They're not watching you, just me. Only me.” That's a lie, but she doesn't need to know that. I can feel eyes on us, but that's because with or without a mask, she is stunning, intriguing, a siren.
I trace the soaked slit of her pussy through her lace thong and groan against her shoulder when she gasps.
“My God, Princess, your pussy is dripping wet.” I push my hand beneath the drenched material. “I don't know whether to be complimented or jealous.”
She widens her stance and then her body becomes heavy against mine. “The first one,” she breathes.
“Tell me how you want me to touch you, Princess.”
“Hard.”
I grip her waist harder, grinding my throbbing dick against her ass while I stroke her clit roughly but perfectly to keep her on the edge. Jesus, as loud as the couple are being in here, all I can hear are the squelching sounds of my fingers in Harmony’s heat and the moans that slip out of her sweet mouth.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers, her body trembling.
She pushes herself against me, her hips jerking as she tries desperately to get herself off, but I don't let her. I pinch her nipples in turn and force more sounds of pleasure from her.
“Beg me,” I whisper darkly against her neck. “Beg me to let you cum.”
She shivers. “Please... I need to… please.”
“Fuck!” I moan, her pleas making my dick harden to the point of pain. “You don't know how fucking crazy you make me, how fucking sexy you are to me, how perfect, Princess.”
She turns her head, silently asking for my mouth on hers; her eyes are still closed but her lips are parted as she struggles for each breath. I crush my lips to hers and then pump her with my fingers, finally bringing her to climax.
I’m pulled into her spell as her body trembles and she becomes weak in my arms, but I quickly slip my hand from her breasts to hold her waist as her body racks with each tremble, each wave of bliss that overwhelms her.
I silence each of her moans with hungry swipes of my tongue against hers; there’s no doubt people are watching us, hearing her muffled cries of pleasure, but I’m in no doubt either, that in this moment in time, I’m all she sees, all she knows, and I feel the same.
She is heaven.
My heaven.