A Million Different Ways (Horn Duet 1)

We followed the woman into a large room that was lavishly decorated with heavy drapes in burgundy brocade silk, mahogany antiques, Persian rugs, and Impressionist art. An enormous fireplace with a carved stone mantle anchored the center of the room. The whole place had a dark, gothic sensuality about it––beautifully decadent. It was also crowded with people lounging, drinking, and talking. All the women wore black gowns and all the men tuxedos…all wearing identical masks.

Elegant anonymity. My stomach fluttered. My pulse picked up an unsteady beat. I grabbed Sebastian’s lapel and drew his ear to my lips.

“Is this somebody’s house?”

“No.”

I heard the smile in his voice, but didn’t have time for a follow-up question. The veiled woman was leading us down another corridor. As we stepped inside a small, narrow room, she turned and closed the door behind her, leaving us alone. Confused, I looked around, searching for clues. One wall was covered in padded velvet and the other was black glass. It was empty except for a delicately carved, high backed chair that resembled a throne. Sebastian took off my mask before taking off his own.

“Where are we?” My heart was beating rapidly, my body aware of more than my mind. Sebastian’s eyes were sulky, glazed with desire. He picked up the chair and pushed it against the velvet wall.

“I want you to do something for me,” he said in a silky voice.

He was playing the part of the lover again, the possessor receding into the background. He kissed me gently, licking the seam of my lips until I opened for him, his tongue dancing with mine. The touch of fear in my blood, mingling with desire, put me in a state of hyperawareness, amplifying every sensory experience.

“Anything.”

He stepped closer, pushing me backwards until my bare back was flush up against the soft, velvet nap. In front of me, he was all heat and hardness wrapped in soft wool, behind me the velvet nap was silky and cool.

He nestled between my thighs, his sex hard and ready. I sighed with pleasure. The pads of his long fingers charted a path from my throat to my breasts, followed by lazy kisses on my jaw, my throat, my collarbone. He pushed the flimsy fabric of the halter aside and grazed my nipple, then palmed it, teasing until it formed a little peak.

“I want to know what you thought when you saw me fucking Paisley––no, don’t tense up. Talk to me. I want to know your thoughts as well as I know your body…I want every part of you.” The vibration of his low, raspy voice played on the thin skin of my throat. Igniting like a trail of gasoline, the feeling led straight to my sex. “Did you like watching?” he whispered seductively. “Tell me.” Pushing aside the skirt, he stroked me with the heel of his hand, torturing the words out of me.

“Yes, I liked it.” My voice was breathy, barely audible.

“Tell me,” he repeated, casting his incantation with the lethal skill of a snake charmer. He sucked on my neck, scraped it with his teeth then licked the abrasion in an obvious declaration of ownership.

“I thought you looked magnificent.”

Another tug, another stroke of my clitoris––my body chased his hand when he left me.

“Go on.”

“I watched you take her, overpower her and…and I got wet just watching you.” I didn’t like the sound of my own voice. It reeked of desperation. Smiling against my throat, his wicked fingers circled the sensitive nub, never quite hitting it. I spread my legs wider.

“More,” he crooned.

Yes! Yes! More please, my mind was screaming. He bit down on my trapezius muscle and I felt it below my waist, a heavy ache, a relentless need to be filled up. “I wanted it to be me so badly. I was jealous and ashamed because I wanted you to take me. I wanted you to push me down on the hard stone floor and push yourself inside of me.”

Two fingers slipped inside, tormenting me, rewarding me. I couldn’t keep the moans and pants from surging up. I almost whined when he withdrew his fingers, licked them clean, and placed me standing on the chair.

Suddenly, the black glass came alive. The lights turned on and revealed a bedroom with a massive four-poster bed on the other side while we remained cloaked in darkness. Glancing down, I discovered Sebastian’s eyes twinkling wickedly back at me. Before I could say a word, he dug his strong fingers into my hips and held me steady as his head dove between my thighs. His warm, wet mouth fastened onto me, licking and sucking until my mind shut down. My legs sapped of strength, I braced myself against the velvet wall. The tight coil of desire unraveled. I grabbed onto his shoulders for support and screamed as a quick, sharp orgasm spiked through me. My body tensed and arched. A mist of sweat bloomed on my skin. My knees turned liquid, buckling beneath me. Boneless, I collapsed in his arms.