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21| Little Slips of Silk

Weakness is a show for the powerful. And power a pipe dream for the slave.

Darius Carter stood at least a full head taller than almost every single party guest. At a staggering 7'2", the basketball player was a beckon in the midst of teaming sexual energy. His eyes found mine through the throngs of men and women surrounding him. Tension pulled at the back of my neck as he sized me up.

He moved through the Spectacles crowding him, stepping towards the bottom step leading to the second landing. I watched him, eyeing the slow measured tempo of his gait. A figure stepped in the way, blocking his frame from my view. My eyes flickered upward, smirking at the look on his face.

"You certainly weren't lying when you said you'd be at the next party."

Dominic Meeks stood in front of me, his hands clasped behind his back. Casually he rolled back on his heels, fixing me with an amused stare. His blonde hair was slightly mussed and there were dark rings under his eyes, but he still looked handsome in his black suit jacket, white dress shirt, and light wash jeans.

"I am a man of my word, Devani." He closed the distance between us, "you'll find that out soon enough."

"I never doubted you."

He smiled again, lighting lustful orbs down my frame. "You'll never have a reason to."

Slowly he began to circle me, dragging a finger from one end of my collarbone to the other. He made a low noise in the back of his throat when he stopped and centered himself in front of me again. Then, he took a step closer, deliberately forcing me back into the wall.

"May I?" He asked, pointing to the ribbon of silk tied around my waist.

I shrugged, widening my arms. "Of course."

Gently he untied the sash, letting it fall to my sides, and reached to push the sides of the robe I wore away. He whistled low when the tiny pair of panties I was wearing came into view. His eyebrow raised as his eyes climbed back up my form.

"No bra?"

Again, I shrugged. "Didn't match the outfit."

Smiling, he reached his hands to palm my breasts. "I'm so glad that it didn't. This view..." His sentence dropped off.

He massaged them gently in his hands, catching my nipples between his thumb and index finger to squeeze. They hardened immediately, enjoying the slow rhythm of his attention. Catching my gaze in a quick wicked dare, he lowered to his face to my chest and caught a pert nipple in his mouth.

I raised my eyes from him, glancing emptily around the room to watch the meandering party guests. The Prime Minister was back. She stood at the far side of the room, her wife snuggled tightly against her side. A closed-lipped smile decorated her face briefly before her gaze dropped to the man sliding down my frame to kneel between my thighs. Her smile thinned to a tipped lipped glower.

Dominic was skilled with his tongue and fingers, but nothing could distract me from the ever-increasing volume of Tawny Tongue's wail. She was spread out a floor below me, her body stretched across the back of a chair with a man caught between her legs. His head was slowly bobbing up and down as mouth worked her willing pussy, and both his hands secured her legs apart.