Elegant Sins (Dark Secret Society 1)

Our pets.

At least Grace wouldn’t be alone in her nudity with all eyes on her. I hoped she felt the same, and in some crazy way prayed this scene before us gave her some sort of comfort.

“Our guest of honor has arrived,” Mr. St. Claire announced. He held up his glass of scotch in my direction. “Gentlemen, shall we?” He pointed to the long table with dinner settings already in place. Massive candelabras were the only centerpieces casting a gothic element to what would otherwise be a presentation fitting for a room full of billionaires.

Gold engraved place cards were at each seat, but I already knew I would be at the end of the table facing my father at the head. Someday I would be at the head, and I had to remind myself of that as I tugged on the leash to lead a crawling Grace toward my seat. Walking slowly for her sake, knowing the marble floor on her palms and knees had to be cold and bruising, I kept my eyes focused ahead.

Not all the men were as considerate as me, however. Some of the Elders tugged their pets hard, nearly dragging them behind their fast stride. Other women seemed to know exactly what to do and handled themselves with an elegant aura. This wasn’t their first dinner party at The Oleander apparently.

My father, being the asshole he was, actually took hold of his pet’s hair rather than the leash and led her to the table as she grimaced and hissed in pain. I actually hoped that Grace saw the rough handling of the pets just so she could witness the comparison.

Yes, she no doubt considered me to be a monster. But I wanted her to see just how much more of a beast I could be.

When I took my seat, and Grace knelt at my feet, taking her cue from what the other pets did, I reached down and caressed the top of her head. My action wasn’t to demean, but to silently compliment her on how well she had done up to this point. We were on the same side, and I needed to remind her of that for this Initiation to continue through its entire duration.

The first course was delivered, and my father used it as a cue to truly begin the dinner. “Our food has arrived,” he said with the same smile I recognized from the consummation. Interesting that I had known this man my entire life and don’t remember him ever looking this way. “Let’s feed our hunger, gentlemen.”

He reached below the table as did all the men. Pants were unzipped, some members lifted their asses enough out of their seats so they could pull down their pants, while others simply freed their cocks from the restraints of their zippers. My father looked at me and nodded, making it clear I was to do the same.

Were we going to sit around this table with our dicks out as we ate dinner?

But then the question was answered for me when I saw and heard the shuffling of knees as the pets all positioned themselves at their master’s ready sex and began to suck them off. The pets who were clearly not as experienced, such as Grace, all hesitated at first, but eventually did the same.

Even Grace…

I could see her eyes scan the women as Grace observed the others engage in this wicked act. I watched as she took a deep breath and licked her lips. She didn’t wait long, but instead mimicked the others and crawled between my legs.

Looking up at me with her big green eyes, she lowered her painted red lips and kissed the tip of my hard cock as an announcement of what was about to occur.

Men moaned, others ate their clam chowder while their dicks were sucked, some chatted casually with their neighbors as if there wasn’t a woman giving them a blow job under the table. I could do nothing more but to take hold of Grace’s hair with both my hands and help guide her head all the way to the base. I made her take all of me right from the start.

No teasing. No easing. All of me.

She grasped my cock with her thin fingers and stroked me as she tightly pulled her lips up my length while licking a path the entire way. Up and down, she began to bob. Her tongue circled, her fist tightened, her mouth caressed, and I moaned with zero shame as I blocked out the dinner guests around me.

It was just me and Grace.

Her mouth. My cock.

So right, even though it was so wrong.

“Our pets need their milk, gentlemen. It’s only fair they feast too,” I heard my father say, but quickly directed all my attention back toward Grace and how she mastered my body with the way she worshiped my dick.