I styled my hair so that loose waves tumbled over my shoulders with sensual elegance. Then I applied some light foundation, dabbing on mascara and eye shadow and choosing my bright red lipstick to fit my vixen mood.
“No underwear,” he called over to me.
“At all?”
“For tonight, you should respond with ‘Yes, sir.’”
“Before we begin role playing?”
He shrugged.
“Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?”
He raked his fingers through his hair. “It’s complicated.”
“Maybe I can offer a different perspective.”
“You may bring your phone, but it must be turned off the entire time.” Damien strolled over to the window and looked out. “Our car’s here.”
With masterful strides, he moved across the room and pulled a shoebox off the dresser. Kneeling before me, he eased my feet into the exquisite heels he had bought for me. They were higher than any I had ever worn before, the black straps weaving around my ankle with precision.
“They’re beautiful.”
He gave a ghost of a smile. “Thought I’d introduce you into the scene gradually.”
“I’m excited.” I reached down and cupped his cheek.
His eyes closed for a beat before he pushed himself up. “Come.”
Grabbing my clutch purse, I followed him downstairs.
We entered a chic-looking dining room that contained a long table surrounded by eight high-backed chairs. A crystal chandelier hanging above the center cast a prism around us, reflected in the impressively large mirror on the far wall.
It made me wonder if he liked to entertain in here.
Moving closer, I watched him place a series of playing cards on the dining room table, facedown.
“Sir,” I said, leaning forward to get a closer look. “What’s this?”
He rested a fingertip on one. “This will enable us to express a desire without having to speak one word.”
A shudder of anticipation ran through me.
He tapped one of them. “You choose one. I choose one.”
“Turn them over.”
“They’re explicit.”
Oh, my God, these were sex cards—the implication obvious.
“Do we choose one randomly?” I asked meekly.
He shook his head. “Choose the one you want to happen to you tonight.”
I took a deep breath, feeling a bit lightheaded. “I can do that.”
“For this to continue, you must abide by the rules. Ready?”
I nodded.
“Face forward over the table.”
“Why?”
His hand crashed against my ass leaving a mark, no doubt. Quickly, I leaned over the table, an electrifying zing buzzing through my body as his fingers hoisted my dress over my hips to expose me. The breeze on my butt caused me to shiver.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Better.”
To my left, he unraveled a velvet cloth, revealing a collection of five bejeweled butt plugs, all in various sizes. He reached for the lube beside them and squirted some onto his fingertip.
“You’re putting one of those in me?”
“Keep this in all evening.” His sticky finger worked the lube around my hole, dipping in a little. “Smallest first.”
His hands eased my cheeks open and I felt the taut pressure at my entrance. My face flushed wildly as the small anal plug went all the way in. An erotic moan escaped my throat as my pussy spasmed in response to this dreamy sensation. No one had ever seen that part of me before.
“How does it feel?”
“I feel turned on,” I admitted.
He gave my ass another slap. “Up.”
I straightened, trying to ignore that gentle, arousing force inside me causing a shiver up my spine—and trying to hide my embarrassment.
He returned to the cards and flipped one over. It was a drawing of a woman on her knees giving oral sex. Damien and I swapped a knowing look. We’d done this one a few hours ago in his kitchen. I suppose that meant it didn’t count.
With a twist of his wrist, he flipped over another card and then another, one after the other until all of them were laying face-up. How many submissives had played this game with him? I didn’t care. The danger of the unknown and the lust-filled promise of endless pleasures with him were too alluring. I peered down at all the sexual acts on display, my heart racing.
I peered up at Damien. “I choose now?”
“Give me any of these cards and your fantasy will be granted.”
So many choices. So many devilish positions and variations to experience. “Any of them?”
He leaned in and trailed gentle kisses up my neck and along my jaw, his cologne a teasing reminder of the night ahead that would mean our fantasies being fulfilled.
“Do you want me to choose first?” His finger hovered over one card and then another and then landed on the one in the center.
“Oh, you went with that one.” My pussy clenched tight and a pang came from the plug in my ass.
“I take it you approve?” he said, his voice husky.
That card—what he wanted of me—would have me bending over a high table and showing myself to two men while they touched me at the same time…fingering me there. But who would be the other man?
“Do you trust me?” He sensed my question about who might be joining us.
I suddenly wanted to raise the bar to see if I could shock him. I pressed my finger to another card and then picked it up, handing it to him. “This one, please.”
Damien’s brows rose and he gave me a nod of approval.
He gestured toward the front door. “Shall we begin?”
There was only one man I trusted to pull off this fantasy for Pandora alongside me. Theo was a guy with integrity, a gentleman who cared for his submissives and wanted his lovers to thrive—not just in an erotic setting, but in life, too.
He was a man capable of not only ensuring the five-star hotel suite was pleasing, prepared with all the luxuries, but also free of recording devices.
The Ritz offered up one of the best private suites available—it was spacious and had a decadent spirit, regally designed in the Louis XVI neoclassical style with gold trim and a generous display of blue wallpaper. The lighting was minimal to enhance the forbidden mood.
Should Pandora explore further, she’d find two full bathrooms with generous tubs that we might try later. A generously stocked bar in the living room invited guests to partake in the leisurely atmosphere of decadence.
There would be no sleeping here.
The play was real—the emotions always true to form.
So far, I saw no regret in Pandora. She was taking in the luxury suite with a look of approval. Complimentary champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries had been placed on the central table and would appeal to her taste. A vase of fresh roses set the romantic scene—a feminine touch to represent her as the center of attention.
“If at any time you want it to cease,” I told her, “express that.”
She gave a nod, but instead of trepidation, the expression on her face was one of exhilaration. “The other person?”
“He’ll be here soon.” I cupped her elbow and guided her toward the bar.
She didn’t need to know that Theo had come earlier to prepare the room so that she didn’t see him. He would wait in the foyer until 9:00 P.M. and would soon take the elevator up to join us.