The Pleasure Principle

When Trey shifted slightly and backed her up against a wood-paneled pillar, then pressed his body against hers, Gizelle moaned deep in her throat. His fingers caressed her skin. His tongue teased hers. And his hard cock nestled against her belly, full and smooth and demanding her attention.

It wouldn’t be the least bit shocking in a place like this for her to kneel down and take him in her mouth. That’s what the Pleasure Clubs were all about, after all. Sexual encounters that were wholly uninhibited, enacted in view of others. Whether in the lounge or the antechambers, everyone in the club was on display for the visual pleasure of the other patrons.

So when Trey broke their kiss and knelt between her legs, Gizelle tried not to feel self-conscious. Fought the feeling heart and soul, in fact. It wasn’t difficult, because as soon as Trey’s mouth was on her, Gizelle lost all train of thought.

“Oh, God,” she whispered before she could stop the words from falling from her lips. Her eyelids closed and her palms pressed against the pillar behind her to steady herself.

When Trey lifted one of her legs and draped it over his broad shoulder, effectively giving himself even greater access to every inch of her, Gizelle felt the waves of desire crash over her, pushing her steadily toward a powerful climax.

It wasn’t just Trey’s skilled tongue on such a sensitive part of her body that sent Gizelle into sensory overload. Knowing D.T. was watching them turned her on more than she’d dreamed possible. He didn’t put a stop to the spectacle she was making of herself—if anyone was even paying attention, that was—so he must have found the peep show equally stimulating. He enjoyed seeing her in the throes of passion.

As Trey alternated between quick flicks of his tongue on her clit and long, slow suckling with his mouth, Gizelle felt a sensual euphoria that pushed out that last, lingering bit of humility and inhibition.

When her eyes locked with D.T.’s, excitement shot through her. His onyx eyes held a wild glint she’d never seen before. A mixture of lust and longing and something dark that she couldn’t identify, but which aroused her all the same. When Trey eased a long finger into her tight canal, while still teasing her clit with his tongue, a small cry of pleasure fell from Gizelle’s lips. Her eyelids grew heavy, but she forced them open, unable to tear her gaze from D.T.’s.

Gizelle’s fingertips pressed against the hard pillar behind her, needing it to steady her. Her breasts felt heavy and full, achy with the need for someone to touch them. Her nipples were puckered tight, wanting attention as well. The restless feeling welling within her was a result of anticipation of the orgasm that was about to hit her any second now, as Trey’s finger stroked her wet depths and his lips closed over her clit again.

But Gizelle wanted more than just the shuddering climax that built slowly and then exploded within her, making her cry out once again. As the sensations consumed her, her eyes closed. Her body quivered with the intensity of her release, but Gizelle knew she wouldn’t be sated by this.

In fact, before the orgasm had fully ebbed, she opened her eyes and, staring directly into D.T.’s again, said, “I want so much more than this.”

The urgency that gripped her was something Gizelle had experienced before with D.T., but it seemed magnified tonight. As Trey unhooked her leg from his shoulder and stood, Gizelle couldn’t stop herself from touching him. When she’d stripped off his clothes earlier, she’d marveled at his build, so similar to D.T.’s. It was no wonder she was attracted to her new companion. And yet, he was so unlike D.T. in other ways. Less territorial. Trey was free-spirited and seemed destined to give pleasure.

She smiled at him, because pleasure was exactly what Trey had given her.

But she truly did want more. And maybe that was one of the reasons why she’d always frowned upon the decadence of the Pleasure Clubs. Because once one knew the true sins of the flesh, it was damned hard to stop sinning.

Gizelle was living proof. As her hands slid over Trey’s rigid abdomen and up to his tight pectoral muscles, she said, “He may draw the line at you making love to me, but I can’t be sure.”

Trey’s eyes were dark with desire. “So maybe this isn’t the way to get him to return to Earth with you.”

“Maybe not.” But Gizelle didn’t throw in the towel. She didn’t collect her clothing and flee the club. She couldn’t.

Because she desperately needed to finish what she’d started. Perhaps the outcome would be infinitely different than what she’d anticipated or hoped for. But at the moment, that was inconsequential. She’d figure out Plan C later. Tonight, though, Gizelle couldn’t possibly leave this club without the fulfillment that awaited her. That would be hers, if she had the nerve to seize it.

She did.

“Come with me.” She crooked a finger at Trey. They headed toward one of the antechambers. A few steps away from the tall, opened archway that allowed anyone to view those inside the room, she turned back to D.T. His fists were clenched in his lap as he watched her closely.

The passionate haze that clouded Gizelle’s mind affected her rational thinking. But there was no turning back at this point. And she still, somehow, thought she could get what she wanted from D.T.

Get everything she wanted from D.T.

As he slowly got to his feet, she knew he wouldn’t let her out of his sight. So she turned back to the archway and entered the available anteroom, knowing D.T. would follow her and Trey. Inside, the small room was dimly lit by an elegant chandelier hanging in the center of the room. Directly below was a piece of plush furniture, which looked like an oversized ottoman that stood almost waist high. A sofa and a large chair also filled the small space. The walls were clear sheets of glass that had enormous projection screens embedded in them so that the goings-on in the other rooms were available for anyone in the club to view. That also meant that Gizelle and her men were on public display as well.

The thought was unsettling, but not so much that it would derail her one night of over-the-top indulgence. Standing in the middle of the room, Gizelle’s hand swept over the soft, midnight-blue material of the tall ottoman. She knew its purpose, based on its height, length and slim width. A thrill of excitement jolted her as she thought of making love with both D.T. and Trey in this room. She’d never done anything so wicked, had never even thought about being with two men at the same time.

But tonight it felt natural. Right. Too exciting an opportunity to pass up. Gizelle didn’t just want her own personal pleasure. She wanted to give it, as well, to D.T. and to Trey.

“Bend forward,” Trey whispered in her ear as he came up behind her.

Gizelle shuddered with anticipation as she propped her forearms on the plush material and leaned forward so that her torso sprawled across the ottoman and her ass lifted in the air. Trey’s hands slid over her hips, moving downward and together to squeeze her cheeks. Gizelle’s gaze remained on D.T. as Trey’s hands began to rub her bottom. One hand slipped between her slightly parted legs, and his fingers stroked her labia. Gizelle’s breathing quickened.

When Trey pushed two fingers into her pussy, she gasped. Heat singed her from head to toe. The idea of doing something so forbidden turned her on all the more.

It was just one night, after all. She’d come this far. Why the hell wouldn’t she go all the way at this point?

With a teasing smile, she said to D.T., “I can see how much this excites you. Even if you don’t want it to.”