CHAPTER TEN
I SLEPT THROUGH the flight to Paris. I was so worn out, I didn’t know we landed until Calind woke me.
A car transported us to Hotel Villa d’Estrees in the heart of downtown Paris. Striped wallpaper decorated the apartment suite. A double door divided the living room from the bedroom.
With my head pounding, I staggered into the bedroom. As soon as my head hit the pillow, my eyes closed.
When I awoke, I had a needle puncture in my arm. Groggy and hazy-eyed, I roamed around the hotel room in search of Calind. I couldn’t find him anywhere.
A garment bag sat on top of the coffee table in the living room with a sealed note and a black eye mask with intricate silver etching placed beside it. I opened the bag, discovering a black lace mini dress. Inside the wax-sealed envelope was an invitation. Black script written in French and etched into the stainless steel card referenced a soirée privée.
After a shower, I paired the lace dress with a pair of black silk panties. I covered up with a tea-length oxblood leather trench coat to prevent advertising my breasts to every stranger I might’ve met.
Outside the hotel, a black car stood at the curb. Unsure if it was for me, I hunched over, tapped on the driver’s side window, and pointed inward. The driver’s side door opened, and out stepped a female driver decked out in a tailored skirt suit. She gave me a firm smile and opened the back door for me. “Mrs. Glace?”
I glanced behind me but stopped looking when I realized she was referencing me. I gave her a nod of acknowledgment and slid into the back of the car.
WE LEFT THE city and headed to a chateau outside Troyes, a good two hours from central Paris. Various cars, from Bugatti and Peugeot, littered the circular driveway. Dim and unsteady lights emanated from the windows as though the place was lit by candlelight.
The grand entrance hall was long but narrow in width, spanning half the length of the house and resembled a swanky club.
Dressed in their best couture, a small crowd socialized near the square tables as they sat on burgundy velvet couches.
The attendees wore masks and had gem metal bracelets on their wrists in black onyx, garnet, and emerald green.
Calind wasn’t in the crowd loitering the foyer of the castle. Even if he was wearing a mask, I could spot his delicious lips and incredible bone structure anywhere.
At a set of double doors in the back of the room, an intimidating man in a suit and black mask stood guard. “Invitation?” he asked with a native accent.
I slid the card from my clutch, handing it over to him.
He punched something into his tablet and reached inside a case by the door. He handed me a metal bracelet, green in hue. When I reached for it, he receded and placed it on my wrist.
I walked up to a short hall lined with red velvet wallpaper. Another set of large black double doors waited at the end of the hall. I knew there had to be more beyond the doors.
A woman wearing a black latex dress stepped through the quilted leather doors. She looked me over, noting my bracelet, and opened the doors for me. After I stepped through, she closed the doors behind me.
I was nowhere near a prude, but there was no safe place for my eyes to land. The nature of the party became transparent.
I’d always assumed sex parties were full of varied bodies or creepy people; this party was an exception. Everyone present had to be a model, actor, or a glamorous porn star. A handful of people wore masks, but others didn’t. Most were too busy to notice me or anyone else around them.
I nagged Calind about wanting sex and excitement, and I couldn’t bow out now. If I did, I would surely regret it for the rest of my short life.
The balcony above a grand archway drew my attention. Two men in suits with masks similar to mine appeared to be watching me. They sipped on the thick red liquid that filled their wine glasses while their heads followed my every move.
I continued onward, bypassing the two men by traveling toward the hall near where they stood. I kept moving until I could no longer hear the intoning moans and screams of people engaged in kinky sex.
The door at the end of the hall was the only one open. I stepped inside, noting the black walls and the black candle chandelier overhead. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors lined two of the walls in the room. There was an overstuffed loveseat, a round bed, and a large black box in the room.
Fear crept up like a cold hand in a dark room. I wanted to back out and see if the driver was still outside to take me back to Paris.
When I turned to leave, I faced Calind standing in the doorway. He was without a mask and wearing his signature black-on-black suit. “You look frightened.” His damn good looks and swagger disarmed me. “Is this too much for you?”
He called my bluff, but I wasn’t ready to fold. I rolled my shoulders back, standing in a perfect posture. “I’m fine.”
“We can leave at any moment.”
“I said I’m fine,” I remarked, my tone firm.
“Are you sure?” Calind’s smile was lazy and taunting. “Because I’m ready to begin.”
“Begin what?”
He stepped forward and untied the belt to my coat. Slipping the coat from my shoulders, he let it drop to the ground and pool around my feet. He studied my body as though he imagined the dirty little things he wanted to do to it. He grabbed my arms and wrapped them around his neck.
“You’re so frightened, you’re trembling.” Calind pressed me against him and ran his tongue up the side of my neck to my ear.
I shuddered. “That’s not fucking helping.”
He gripped my chin, turning my head to face him. “It’s not supposed to.” I became lost in his eyes and realized what he meant by a beginning.
I recoiled and attempted to slide the mask off my face.
Calind stopped my hands and shook his head. He looked at the third wall, covered in a heavy curtain. The curtains suddenly retracted, revealing a five-member audience housed in a small adjoining room.
The two men I saw earlier came into our room and took up a spot on either side of the mirror at the north wall.
My heart felt as though it was beating outside the expanse of my ribcage.
Calind rounded my body while keeping his hands on me. “Nothing occurs without your explicit permission. Tell me you can’t do this, and we’ll go back to the hotel. You have nothing to prove to anyone.”
I glanced over my shoulder at him. “I want this.”
His hand slipped into mine as he guided me to the couch. He sat first, directing me to stand and nodded to the two men in the room. They came over, sandwiching me between their bodies. One of them touched me, and I startled.
Calind sloped forward.
I placed my hand out into the air, toward Calind, and shook my head to stop him from ending it.
The man behind me slipped his hand up my thigh, underneath my dress, and removed my panties. The man in front of me placed gentle sucks on the arc of my neck.
I didn’t think I would’ve felt the subtle pleasure of anticipation if Calind weren’t watching me. It was odd. It had never been that way with anyone else. The enigmatic man wormed his way into my emotions at a breakneck speed. The things he evoked scared me.
Once the man behind me had my panties bundled in his hand, the two of them retreated to their positions by the mirror.
Calind beckoned for me with his fingers. When I came to him, he took my hand and spun me to face the mirror. He guided my hips, placing me to sit between his legs, and spread my thighs until my legs draped over his lap. He pulled up the hem of my dress until it gathered around my waist. The image of my wet pussy reflected in the mirror, ensuring our small audience saw everything.
“You have a pretty little pussy, Regan.” Calind’s husky compliment tickled my ear.
I pursed my lips together to stifle my gasp. Calind didn’t need to touch me to get me high.
His hand slid across my torso and brushed the short strip of pubic hair before covering my slit. He pulled my lips apart, revealing more of my wetness and massaged my entrance. I glanced at our audience, my nerves getting the better of me.
His other hand slipped up my neck, gripped my jaw, and forced me to look back in the mirror. He continued to stroke, focusing on my clit.
I reached out, gripping his legs, bracing for the thrilling sensation threatening to make me come apart from the inside out.
“Not yet,” he warned, as though he knew I was on the verge of exploding.
What the hell? “Why not?”
He smacked my pussy, making me yelp. He didn’t wait for the pain and sensitivity to wane before he circled my clit with three of his fingers.
I gasped, squeezing his legs, struggling against an orgasm that made my body tremor. “Fuck, baby. I-I can’t…hold it.”
He teased my ear, landing a kiss with enough suction to make me squirm more.
Two of his fingers slid inside my opening, eliciting a throaty groan from deep inside my chest. He urged two fingers inside my ass. I jerked up and my hand moved of its own accord, covering his knuckles to stop him.
His grip on my neck firmed to keep me still. “Do you want this to end?”
“No, it just feels—”
Really weird.
He continued, working in an orgasm-inducing rhythm as his thumb circled around my clit.
The discomfort slid away. “Calind,” I cried out as my legs trembled. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“Pose the right question.”
“May I please c-come?”
He rocked his hand harder. “I’m not sure yet.”
I covered my mouth to stifle a screaming curse, and he snatched it away.
“I want them to hear you scream. Show them how much I’m tormenting you.” He moved at a more intense pace, pressing his fingers with more pressure against the receptive nerve center, siphoning my will to do what he wanted me to do.
I pleaded and wondered why I bothered asking permission. I could’ve come at that moment. A challenge, pitting mind over matter and controlling my orgasm—something I’d never done—made me comply and struggle to hold out.
I writhed on his lap, digging my nails into his legs. “Oh, God. Please.” I shut my eyes and tried to rest my mind on less sexual thoughts. Memories of Calind’s naked body on the beach flooded into my brain, erasing the attempted daymare image of the Barcel’s Board of Directors naked. “I’m going to come. I can’t stop. Please let me!”
He leaned into my ear and whispered, “Permission granted.” And with two words, Calind commenced turning my body inside out.
“Calind… Oh, fuck!” I thrashed around, and he constrained me against his chest. My eyes watered as the intense feeling never waned.
He stopped torturing me and turned my head to the side. His warm lips caressed mine, gentle at first. With a moan, I answered by opening my mouth and dipping my tongue between his lips. Lost in the feeling, it felt as though only Calind and I existed in the space.
Weakened, I allowed him to possess me with his mouth. He chased my lips, nipped at my mouth, and licked the dip in my lips before covering my entire mouth with his.
He grabbed me by the crown of my hair to separate from him. “Those beautiful lips and your ass are mine tonight. Do you understand?”
“Huh?”
He pulled my head back with a harsh yank on my hair. “Try again.”
“Okay.”
“Yes,” he pressed with slight indigence.
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“D-do you want me to call you, sir?”
His devious smirk made my stomach whirl. “It will never be that kind of relationship, Regan.” He shot down the notion as if it was ridiculous.
His statement left me confused. Wasn’t that how things went? I’d call him sir…or master. I couldn’t make myself call him master. My ancestors would have rolled in their fucking graves over that one.
He tugged my hair back until my neck craned to the point that I had trouble breathing. He released my hair and pushed me up to stand. “Where’s your mind, Regan?”
I staggered, my legs feeling a latent numbness. “With you.” I remembered Kay’s words, thinking of an answer to what I should’ve called him. “With you, Mr. Glace.”
The two hard-bodied men in suits—nicknamed Mr. A and Mr. B by yours truly—were now nude in front of me and sporting impressive erections. Their bodies were model-sculpted; regardless, neither had one up on Calind. The man was a god amongst men. Period.
I glanced back at Calind. The expression in his eyes repeated an earlier question.
I nodded. “Yes, Mr. Glace.”
He moved away from me, making strides out the door as the two men moved toward me. Their kisses never touched my lips as they put their mouths on my body. One went down to his knees and lapped at my clit. The other man mouthed my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to get into the touch of their hands and mouths on my skin; I couldn’t feel a single thing.
Mr. A picked me up to straddle Mr. B on the couch while the other came behind me, ready for a hand-job and to enter my pussy.
The room was dark, preventing a sign of the time of day. I thought I’d been lying on the too short sofa for a while, and it could’ve been morning.
Outside the door, the faint sounds of the party flooded the hall. As I touched the wood panels with my fingertips, Calind’s footsteps vibrated through the floor.
“Calind,” I whispered.
He crouched to my eye-level. “You sound apologetic.”
I sat up with care, wincing at the slight soreness. “Should I be?”
“Was it your first time with two men?”
I shook my head and told a blatant lie. “They weren’t gentle.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“I did.” Another lie. “But…”
“But what?”
“I didn’t come like I do with you. Your fingers and any toy you’re in control of are better than their cocks.” I smiled to myself. “It doesn’t make sense.”
He sucked his breath, making me swoon and forget my regrets. “Your fantasy wasn’t what you thought it would be?”
“Maybe you ruined me, and now I can’t feel what I should feel with anyone else—what I used to feel with men who were attractive and could deal a good dick. I feel like if I had met them before you, it would’ve been what I thought it would be.”
He shook his head. “If it were simple. You’re letting society’s principles direct what’s in here.” His fingers touched the side of my forehead. “Don’t. There’s nothing wrong with having your fantasies fulfilled. As you continue to be with me, you need to forget about your rules and boundaries—the ones that don’t matter.”
“It’s not only about some bucket list.”
“Regan, look at me.” I did. “Does it look like I’ve changed the way I look at you? Do I look at you as anything less?”
“You don’t look at me like anything at all. Most of the time, I can’t see what you feel. You’re always impassive with me. And I know most men wouldn’t go for giving their wife to two other men.”
He took my hand to stand. After placing my leather trench back on my shoulders, he tied it at my waist. “It’s the difference between possessiveness and dominance. A true dominant man doesn’t mind sharing his partner because he’s confident no man will fulfill all her needs, as he does. He shares her when she desires it, to increase her pleasure and her confidence. There are times when he can learn from what others do to please her.”
“In this case, I don’t think you need to learn anything from anyone else.”
“Why do you think I left?” Linking his fingers in mine, creating an unending giddy sensation in my stomach, he gently kissed me. “I know your body like it’s a map I designed.”