Chapter 27

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

ANI

We enter the bank—The Vault.

As I step through the door into the room, a buzzing sense of anticipation makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Hand in hand with Phoenix I descend several flights of stairs, which seem to stretch interminably, until eventually we reach the lower level.

I’m naked. Those are the rules of The Vault. And the one thing Phoenix has made sure of back at Olympus is that I follow rules.

“How many times have you been here?” I whisper. I still find it shocking that Phoenix can enter this place with ease. I don’t see any elevated breathing or sweaty temples. He appears as calm now as he does in the attic.

“Enough. Depends on the theme. The Vault has different themes with each party. Not every theme is to my liking.”

“What’s tonight’s theme?”

“Free for all.”

When Phoenix opens the door to The Vault’s main room, I’m overwhelmed by its sights and smells. It’s a place where power and money mingle in the air. There are leather couches and armchairs, a fully stocked bar, and scantily clad women draped across the furniture. Gleaming black-and-chrome tables and chairs fill the room, providing a place for the men in dark suits to haggle and negotiate. Music pulses through the air, and the walls reverberate with laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional moan of pleasure .

I have never been to a sex club before and have no idea what to expect, but this seems to be close to what I envisioned. It’s dark, it’s sinister, it’s everything I expected it to be. The night is about to begin.

But I also sense a kind of surreal beauty to the chaotic room, something I can’t put into words. It’s as if I have stepped into a place of pure eroticism, a realm of sensuality and pleasure that exists beyond the laws of society. Maybe I’m just so damn happy to actually be out of the manor, that everything seems magical, but it truly does.

Phoenix sits in a leather chair, his legs spread wide and his dominance obvious. He signals for a woman nearby to come and join him. I instantly get jealous until I see he has no intention of touching her or being with her.

No, she’s here for me.

Phoenix is a watcher. I should have assumed that would be his intent for the night. To watch...

He motions for me to come closer and for the woman to kneel in front of me. I stand still, unsure of what to do. He stares intently at my face, then takes his time to slowly gaze down my body. My skin heats up underneath his gaze, and my cheeks flush. I try to stay calm, but my pulse races.

He reaches out to me and takes my hand in his. He leads me closer to the woman kneeling before us, and my mind is spinning. He cups my face in his hands, and then leans in close to whisper in my ear. His words roll off his tongue like honey, and I feel my blood sizzle.

“Tonight, I want you to use her as your plaything,” he says. “Show me how you want it done to you. Show me you know exactly what you want.”

He traces a path down my neck with his fingertips, and I can feel myself melting. I know exactly what he wants, and I’m more than eager to comply.

The woman kneels before me, her eyes wide with anticipation and her body trembling. I run my hands over her curves and caress her skin. The heat is radiating off her—she’s just as aroused as I am. I move my hands lower, teasing her as I go and making her moan softly.

I take my time exploring her body, taking in every inch of her. I move my hands up her sides, brushing my fingertips against her nipples as I go. She gasps and arches her back further in response, her body quivering with pleasure. I continue my exploration, stroking and caressing her until she is shaking from head to toe.

I trace her inner thighs with my fingers, sending shivers of delight through her body. I lean forward and whisper in her ear, my breath hot on her skin. “When you come, I want the entire room to hear it.” I like this role of dominance. I like it a lot.

Her trembling intensifies, and I know she is ready for me. I draw her closer, taking her lips in a searing kiss as I slide two of my fingers into her.

My touch is gentle yet firm, finding the sensitive spots that make her moan and arch her back in pleasure. With my other hand I cup her breast as I increase the intensity of my thrusts.

Her body tenses and trembles as she reaches the brink of pleasure. With one final stroke, I bring her over the edge. Her cries of ecstasy fill the room as she comes undone against my fingers.

My lips find hers again, tasting the sweet surrender on her tongue.

She moans into my mouth, her body arching into mine as I thrust deeper. Her heat is all around me, tantalizing me with its intensity. I draw back and look into her eyes, watching as her pleasure builds.

I circle her clit with my thumb, sending her into a frenzy of pleasure. Her breathing comes in short gasps as I increase the intensity of my touch. Her tight walls quiver around my fingers as she cries out in pleasure. The sound fills the room, and I revel in every moan and sigh.

Finally, her orgasm crashes over her, and she wraps herself around me, giving herself completely to the completion. I hold her close, savoring every moment of her release.

Phoenix watches us intently, clearly enjoying the erotic display before him. He shifts in his chair, his arousal growing with each passing moment. His gaze is burning into me, but I don’t look away. I continue to pleasure the woman, exploring her body and pushing both of us closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, when I feel she has milked my fingers for the last time, I press my lips to hers and praise, “That’s my good girl.”

Phoenix grins, clearly satisfied. He stands and moves toward us, his hands running through our hair. He leans in and kisses us both, sending shivers up my spine.

I should be jealous that he’s kissing another, but instead I press my fingers that were just inside her to his mouth and allow him to lick her juices off my hand.

He moves around us, lingering and caressing our bodies. His hands roam and explore, making us both moan with pleasure. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth, gently sucking and licking, then moves to the other, treating it with the same care.

His hands wander further down, tracing circles on my stomach before sliding between my legs. He uses one hand to part me, while the other slides up and down, teasing and tantalizing me until I’m breathless and shaking with need.

With one more kiss, he stands and moves away. I’m left panting with desire, my body aching for his touch. He grins again, the hunger in his eyes sending a thrill through me. Tonight is only the beginning.

“I just watched you give someone else pleasure, but now I want to watch someone else make you scream while your eyes are locked on mine.”

He motions again to a man who has been sitting and watching, stroking his dick while I finger fucked the woman.

The man eagerly approaches, his heavy and thick dick in hand.

“Please my little dove,” he tells the man. “Please her while I watch.”

I examine Phoenix’s face, his eyes, unsure if he means what he says. “I thought you said no man can ever touch me.”

“Without my permission,” he says. “I’m giving it. I’m controlling it. You are mine to give.”

The man approaches me, his eyes filled with hunger and lust. He caresses my hip, and I lie down on a bed of pillows at Phoenix’s feet, my body quivering with anticipation.

The man starts to stroke his shaft while his eyes roam my body. He puts on a condom, and with every inch it lowers down his length, I wait for what comes next.

His fingers then find their way inside me, exploring me and sending waves of desire through my body. I gasp and moan as he gradually increases the pressure and intensity of his touch.

The man takes position between my legs and I lock gazes with Phoenix. The energy in the air is palpable as this man’s gaze rakes my body.

He then pushes his cock inside me, slowly at first but then increasing his speed. He fills me completely, my body shaking with pleasure. I cry out, my eyes locked on my lover’s as he watches in pleasure. With each thrust, my orgasm grows until I am screaming out in pleasure and tears.

I’m barely aware of the man pushing himself inside me, thrusting deep as Phoenix watches. His gaze is so consuming that it almost feels like he’s joined us, like his body is touching mine .

“Fuck her harder,” Phoenix orders the man inside of me. “She likes it rough.”

The man obliges, pushing himself deep inside me and grinding against my most sensitive areas. I feel like I’m going to explode as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. I scream out with each thrust, my orgasm growing more and more powerful.

The man grunts with each thrust, his body shaking with need. Phoenix watches us hungrily, his eyes never leaving our entwined bodies. I call out to him as I near my peak, begging him to join us, but he refuses.

He only wants to watch.

“Stick a finger in her ass as you fuck her,” Phoenix demands, handing the man a small bottle of lubrication. “Stretch her ass.”

The man does as he’s told, taking hold of the bottle of lube, applying it generously, pushing his finger inside me and stretching me with each thrust. I gasp as I’m filled up, my climax intensifying. I gasp in pleasure as the fullness overwhelms me. His finger presses deep inside, and I can feel my body opening to be fucked in the ass, if that’s what Phoenix wants.

I only want to give Phoenix what he wants.

His finger presses even deeper, and my body opens even more. I let out a long, raspy moan as my body calls to have Phoenix take over. But instead he watches me, his eyes dark with desire. Primal need blazes in his eyes as he watches, and it only makes my primal urge for more to grow.

The man slides another finger inside me, pushing deeper and rotating them slightly. The sensation is electrifying, and I push back against him, wanting more. I shiver as sensations course through me, and I begin to get closer and closer to orgasm. The world around me spins with each thrust.

I cry out in pleasure and in pain as another finger pushes inside.

Three fingers. Three fucking fingers are inside my asshole while this stranger still fucks my pussy.

Phoenix looks on with approval as the man’s fingers work in and out of me, spreading me wider than I thought possible. His hands move faster and faster, pushing deeper and deeper into my tight hole. I’m on the brink, and Phoenix notices.

“Does it hurt, my dove? Is he stretching you?” Phoenix asks.

“Yes, yes.”

The man moves his finger around in circles, stimulating my inner walls as he thrusts his cock in my pussy and his fingers in my ass. The sensation is overwhelming, and I’m rewarded with waves of electricity.

It hurts so fucking good.

I moan and beg for more, but at the same time shaking my head and begging for no more.

“Add another finger,” Phoenix directs, and I cry out at the thought of how much it will push past my limits.

“No,” I whisper, but I don’t put up a fight.

I tighten around the man as he adds a fourth finger, pressing deeper and deeper inside me. His fingers work together in perfect harmony, hitting all the right spots and pushing me even closer to the edge.

It hurts, but I don’t want him to stop. I want to be pushed to the edge.

Finally, Phoenix joins us and slides his hard cock into my ready ass. He pumps it in and out, pushing deeper with each thrust. All three of us moan in rapture as our bodies move together in perfect synchronization.

The hedonism builds and builds, until I’m vibrating with madness. Phoenix and the other man know exactly how to stroke my body, each movement more delicious than the last. Soon, I’m moaning uncontrollably, begging for them both to take me over the edge.

I have the man’s dick in my pussy, and Phoenix’s cock in my ass. Push, pull, in and out.

They both thrust their hips forward and back, faster and harder as I scream with animalistic need. Their cocks rub against each other through my thin inner wall, and it sends a wave of ecstasy through my body.

The sensations mix in a storm of carnal delight, until I can’t take it anymore. My back arches and my body quakes with ecstasy as they fuck me in perfect harmony.

The sensual feeling is so intense I can hardly draw a breath.

I’m on the brink of another orgasm when Phoenix suddenly stops, causing me to scream out in frustration.

He smiles wickedly at me before pulling out completely. “I want you to come all over this man’s cock.”

The man goes faster and harder, thrusting deep inside me as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. My entire body trembles as I reach my climax, and I cry out as I follow Phoenix’s command and come on the stranger buried in my pussy .

Phoenix smiles triumphantly and leans down to kiss me softly. “That’s my good dove. Such a dirty, dirty dove.”

We lie still in the deep silence, connected in a way that can’t be described. It’s a comfort so profound I can feel it down to my bones, and I’m almost lulled to sleep. Then his voice comes again, cutting through the air.

“It’s time to get up,” he says. “I’m ready to take you to the attic.”

I groan at the thought of movement, but then he presses his hand against my back, and a shiver of anticipation runs through me. What does he have planned next?

“I want you all to myself,” he says, as if reading my thoughts.

A lump forms in my throat as I anticipate all the ways he will make me tremble. His hand sears my skin as it trails down my spine, wrapping around my waist and pulling me close. My body is a quivering mass, my desire stoked by his whispered promises.

“The attic?” I ask, wondering if it means my punishment is over. If I’ve fully earned his trust and am allowed back in his domain.

My breath catches as Phoenix rises from the ground, standing before me in all his glorious perfection. His sculpted body and strong features send a wave of renewed desire through me, and my skin heats up with pleasure. His gaze is a magnet, drawing me closer until I’m standing right in front of him, his hard cock pressing against me.

He takes my hands in his, and I swear I can feel sparks shooting between us. His full lips brush against my knuckles, and my eyes flutter closed as his hot breath ghosts over my skin. I want to throw myself into his arms and surrender to all the sweet pleasures that await me, but I remain still, content to savor the moment.

He pulls me closer and brings his lips to mine. His kiss is fire, igniting a passion that threatens to consume me. I want to cry, to sob, to thank him for trusting me again. For forgiving me.

But then I’m not sure he truly has.

I grip his arms as if my life depends on it and enjoy the taste of his delectable mouth and do my best to focus on the now. Stop worrying about the future when this minute is absolutely perfect.