Not one fucking bit.
***
A loft in the City of Diamonds, well outside the reach of Macedon, hosts a fine variety of scantily clad bodies, EDM music, and glittering lights. Most everyone is covered in glowing paint by the time I get Alex seated on a plush white couch near the porch door. I hold up a pink tablet on the tip of my finger with a smiley face stamped on both sides.
Alex recoils.
“It’s just molly,” I tell her. “It’ll make you feel good.”
She licks her lips and then frowns. “I’ve never really done anything other than weed.”
“Not even drinking?”
“Maybe a few sips of whiskey here and there…”
My grin is malicious. Something about her innocence with substances makes me hungry to corrupt her. I give her a moment, waiting for her to stop tensing under my arm.
“I’ve heard horror stories,” she says into my ear. “People have died at parties from ecstasy. The synthetic stuff is hard core, you know?”
I laugh. “You’re cute when you’re worried.” I glance around, the small clusters of people around us too preoccupied with each other to even worry about us. We don’t exist here in our own little bubble. An idea pops into my head when I spot a dark corner, causing me to nudge her with my nose. “Come with me.”
The darkness swallows us. We huddle into the corner. “When you want it…” I grin mischievously while holding the molly between our mouths. “Kiss me.”
I place the tablet between my teeth, showing it to her briefly before gently sweeping my lips over her mouth. The sigh that greets my lips makes me tingle. Bingo. I trail my fingers up her inner thigh, leaving behind a trail of shuddering skin as I make my way toward her pussy. Beneath her silky dress is what I knew I would find: a flood.
She bucks when I slide beneath the fabric of her panties. My invasion causes her pussy to quiver, a sensation unlike any other drifting into my gut. The music shifts, a lustful beat infecting the air around us as I prod her hole. Her thighs widen and she welcomes me easily, labored breaths capping each stroke.
My nose brushes hers, enticing her to drift close. She clutches my shoulders and freezes, muscle spasms signaling her release. I pull back an inch, barely that, just to see the way her eyelids droop. She’s on cloud fucking nine, and I’m willing to bet the molly will do her even better.
As if reading my mind, she swoops in to kiss me. I push the pill into her mouth and sense her throat contracting as she swallows, her hum of contentment inspiring me to circle her waist with my hands. I draw her to the dance floor and discreetly swallow a tablet, running my fingers over her dress while we wait for the molly to kick in.
And then everything shifts. Swirling colors impress my mind, a gentle high settles over my body, and I loosen up, smiling when I notice Alex moving to the music in my arms.
“Your skin,” she whispers. “It feels like velvet.”
I chuckle while necking her. “Yours too.”
“This feels good.”
“You feel good.”
Her dulcet giggle infects me, doubling the euphoria I feel. A tint of guilt stabs through my gut as I hold her close, trying to focus on her hands wandering up my back, over my shoulders, and under my shirt to explore my abs.
We can stop whenever we want, I think while hiding my face in her neck. I’m not my mother…
***
“Doll,” I whisper while trying not to chuckle. “Sweetheart, baby—you’re going to tear that tapestry down if you keep tugging on it like that.”
Alex’s pale skin glows under the dim light of the electric candles lining the stairs. Her fingers spread over an ancient tapestry, wiggling with the curiosity of a child. “It’s just so soft.”
“The sheets upstairs are softer,” I convince her. “And you need to hydrate.”
She hums while I guide her toward my bedroom. After feeding her molly, I didn’t want to dump her at home without the proper aftercare. Even toys need tending or they lose their function over time.
Or that’s just what I tell myself when I undress her and get her safely under the cotton sheets of my bed.
She strokes my face, ruffles my hair, and traces my lower lip with the tip of her finger. She pauses on my lip ring, gently tugging on it. My eyelids flutter and my cock springs to life, the lingering high doubling the pleasure of the sting.