Firethorne

Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

Maya

T here was no doubt in my mind that Damien was revelling in the prospect of ‘doing his worst’ to shock me, as I followed him along the dimly lit corridor of the second floor, then down the stairs to the ground floor. I’d played right into his hands, walked freely into his trap, but there was no looking back now. I had to see this through to the end.

I went to walk towards the terrace, but he told me, “Not that way. They won’t be there anymore.”

“Won’t they?” I questioned, frowning.

I could still hear music and laughter coming from the direction of the terrace.

“No, they won’t. They’ll have stepped it up a gear by now.”

I had no idea what he meant by that, but I knew I was about to find out.

Damien sauntered ahead with a cocky confidence in his step, and I knew he was getting a kick out of taunting me right now. A cruel, twisted pleasure from proving something to me. But I reminded myself to stay calm, to act cool-headed and remain unfazed. After the things I’d been through in my youth, not much shocked me anymore.

His footsteps slowed, then he stopped beside a closed door, the door leading to the drawing room, and he turned to face me. This was one of the smaller rooms in the house, used for entertaining in a more intimate setting, and inside, I could hear a gentle beat from the music playing.

“The next part is entirely up to you,” Damien said, his head bowed slightly as he stared at me through his lashes. “Stay in blissful ignorance and continue living in a world where you’re an observer, watching life play out through your rose-tinted glasses. Or open the door and find out the truth.” He took a step back to allow me better access to the door. “What’ll it be, Maya? Will you take the red pill or the blue?”

“You want me to jump down a rabbit hole?” I replied, keeping a stoic expression on my face as my stomach fluttered with nerves. “Then you’d better step back, Damien, and give me a little more room.”

He did as I asked without saying a word, and slowly, I turned the door handle and creaked the door open just a touch. Not enough to announce my arrival, but enough to see what he wanted me to see.

And I was...

Speechless.

There were about a dozen people in the room. The lighting was subdued, dim, but just enough to show what was happening, and the music was a slow, rhythmic beat that matched the room to a tee.

Because every person in this room was naked.

Fucking.

Lost in a world of debauchery and totally oblivious to me standing, watching in the doorway.

I held my breath; afraid someone might notice me as my eyes slowly scanned the room. Standing beside the fireplace, that I’d cleaned on numerous occasions, was a couple. He was leaning against the wall with his head down, eyes hooded as he watched her. And she was on her knees, peering up at him with black mascara streaming down her face as she bobbed her head back and forth, sucking his cock.

She held the base of his cock in her hand, as she took him down her throat, and then she popped him out of her mouth, stroking his glistening cock in her hand. He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting and pulling it as he forced her head back into the position he needed to penetrate her throat deeper. And even though the music masked any sounds she made, I could tell she’d moaned, cried out maybe, at how brutally he was taking her.

Another man approached them and knelt beside her, watching intently as she deep throated her partner. His eyes were dark with lust as he stared, like he couldn’t wait to be next, and he stroked his cock in time with her partner’s thrusts.

Then, he reached forward and put his hand between her legs, playing with her pussy as he continued to stroke himself. The woman pushed her legs open wider, giving him better access as she continued to suck her partner’s cock. The new guy moved so that he was behind her, his fingers probing and thrusting into her as he rose to his knees and began stroking his cock against her ass.

Sensing that he wanted more, the woman lifted herself, so she was on all fours, and the man behind her used both hands to spread her ass cheeks wide and slide himself through her folds. Then, he slammed his cock inside her, gripping her hips tightly as he set a punishing pace.

Both men thrust into her, using her for their pleasure; one pounding into her from behind, the other fucking her mouth and gripping the back of her head tightly as he rocked his hips into her faster and faster. She held onto the hips of the man who was standing, her body jolting on every thrust.

I tried to swallow, suddenly conscious that my mouth was hanging open and my throat was dry.

I’d never seen anything like this.

I let my gaze wander to a group behind them. There was a woman lying on her back on the Persian rug in front of the fireplace, with her legs wide open. A man was leaning over her, with his head buried between her thighs, licking her pussy. And behind him was another woman, holding a riding crop and smacking his bare ass.

I watched as the woman on the floor writhed in pleasure and grabbed the man’s head to push him further into her pussy, her silent cries begging him for more as her fingers fisted his hair. Then the woman with the riding crop got on her knees, and using the handle of the crop, she started to push it into the man’s ass. He pushed his hips back in response, wanting more, and she obliged, thrusting it into him harder.

I couldn’t look away, and yet, I was dumbstruck. Scanning the room, I could see sex toys, bottles of lube, whips, all sorts of equipment lying around on the floor and the tables, and then I caught a glimpse of familiar silky, blonde hair.

Miriam’s hair.

She was across the room on one of the sofas, but she wasn’t alone. There was a dark-haired guy lying beneath her, and she was sitting in his lap, riding his cock, hands splayed on his chest as she slammed up and down on him. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, and then she peered down at him, and he reached up to pull her to his chest.

Another man climbed onto the sofa behind her, and she turned her head to smile at him and say something. The guy lying down nodded, and with his cock still impaled in her pussy, he reached down and pulled her ass cheeks open, beckoning the other man to join them.

The other guy leant over her and pushed his cock into her ass, and then he started to fuck her—they both did. Miriam clung onto the guys as they lay on the sofa either side of her, thrusting into her with the same gruelling pace. She was taking two men, she had two cocks inside her. I felt hot and sweaty, and I didn’t know what to say or do.

And then, I saw him.

Lysander.

Naked, and standing behind a girl who was bent over the back of one of the other sofas.

From the way she was lying, with her hair hanging over her face, I couldn’t tell if she was conscious or not.

I guessed not.

But Lysander knew exactly what he was doing.

He took his long, stiff cock in his hand and gave it a few strokes. Then he grabbed her ass, pulled her cheeks apart and rubbed himself through her pussy before pushing into her. The way his face contorted with pleasure with each inch he pushed inside made my stomach roll. Then, when he was fully inside her, he took hold of her hips and started to thrust into her, his eyes glued to where he was penetrating her.

Another man walked up to them and knelt behind Lysander. He reached up and took Lysander’s ass in his hands and pushed his face forward, licking Lysander’s asshole. Lysander stilled inside the girl and threw his head back. Then he altered his stance, tilting his ass and moving his legs to open wider for the man, and as he ate his ass, the guy kneeling pumped his cock fiercely. After a few thrusts in his hand, he came, spilling white hot spurts of cum over the back of Lysander’s legs, but he kept his tongue buried firmly inside his ass, feasting on him.

Lysander pulled his cock out of the girl, and she didn’t move or react. But Lysander instructed the guy to bend over the sofa right next to where she was, and when he did, Lysander moved behind him, took his cock in his hand and started to push inside the guy’s ass. As he did, he reached to the side and began fingering the girl lying limply over the sofa.

Fucking one and finger-fucking the other.

I couldn’t look away.

And yet, I felt dirty for watching this. Dirty, and something I hadn’t ever expected as wetness pooled between my thighs.

“If I hadn’t knocked your drink over earlier, you’d be bent over that sofa, too,” Damien whispered in my ear.

My cheeks felt like they were on fire, and through my gritty, dry throat, I asked, “What are you on about?”

“The drink.” Damien’s voice was so close his hot breath tickled my neck, making goosebumps prickle as I tried to regulate my breathing. “He spiked it. I watched him do it. He wanted you to be relaxed tonight because this is what he had planned for you. This is what they both wanted. To play with you, even if you weren’t conscious and able to consent. They don’t care about technicalities like that.”

I couldn’t speak.

Was that really what was going to go down tonight?

Was he telling me the truth?

I didn’t want to believe him, but why would he lie?

The evidence was clear for me to see.

But at the same time, I didn’t feel the furious rage, the all-consuming anger I thought I would at seeing something like this.

Was there something wrong with me?

Eventually, I found my voice and asked, “Why did you show me this?”

“I’m building you up to the big stuff,” Damien replied.

“Big stuff?” I frowned.

Did it get any bigger than this?

“This house isn’t what you think it is,” he said, his voice gruff, low, and so close to my ear it sent a shiver down my spine. “And the people here aren’t either.”

“I think I know exactly what you all are,” I replied, my voice so breathy, I didn’t recognise it as my own.

“Angels and demons.” Damien sighed, the heat from his body warming my back as he stood close to me. “Heaven and hell. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into when you got onto that train to come here, did you?”

“And you had no idea who you invited into your home that night, did you?” I shot back, and Damien gave a low, gruff laugh.

“See, now I’m taking that as a challenge.” And leaning so close his lips grazed my ear, he whispered, “Why should they have all the fun?”

I stood still, my heart a physical beat, thumping through my chest, my breath so shallow I was quietly gasping, but I didn’t move as Damien’s hand touched my thigh, delicate fingers tracing gentle strokes on my skin. I felt his fingers make a slow trail across the front of my thigh, then dip between my legs, slowly moving up, and my traitorous body responded to him, my legs opening a little wider to allow him better access.

“Do you like watching them?” he asked as his fingers went higher and higher, heading to a place where I wanted him to be, that I needed him to touch. It didn’t matter that it was Damien, and this was all kinds of wrong; I wanted it. My pussy was soaked, aching, needing what he was promising.

I didn’t answer his question; I couldn’t speak, but he went on, asking me, “Do you wish that was you? Do want to be bent over like that and feel yourself being stretched, taking his cock like a good girl? Do you?”

I made a whimpering sound as I felt Damien’s finger graze over the silk of my underwear, and he hissed, “Answer me, Maya. Do you want him?”

“No. Yes.” I could barely formulate a thought, let alone a sentence.

“Which is it?” Damien demanded. “Yes, or no?”

“Yes.” I stilled, waiting for him to touch me, willing him to.

“Yes, what?”

He didn’t move.

His body stilled against mine, his front to my back.

His breath heated the skin on my neck and his hand lingered between my legs, fingers dancing so close—so, so fucking close.

“Yes, I want it. But no. I don’t want him.”

“Good answer,” he growled, and he grabbed my underwear, yanking them down then ripping them off, exposing me. “I’ll keep these for later,” he said, stuffing the scraps of silk into his pocket, and then he reached between my legs, and I cried out as he stroked his fingers through my pussy.

“So wet, Maya,” he groaned. “That’s my girl.” And I wanted to fight back, tell him I wasn’t his girl. But right now, I wasn’t in control of anything. He was. And for once, I wasn’t arguing.

I closed my eyes as I savoured every stroke, the way he rolled his fingertips over where I felt most sensitive before slowly pushing his finger inside me and making me gasp.

“Do you like that?” he asked, as he stroked my inner walls, the palm of his hand rubbing my pussy as I began to move in time with him.

I made an appreciative noise to tell him I did, and he wrapped his other arm around my body, his free hand sliding up from my stomach, over my breasts and up to my neck. Then he wrapped his hand around my neck, holding me in place against him as he began to thrust his finger harder, applying more pressure, making my hips buck and roll, chasing something I didn’t know I needed to chase.

“You fuck my hand so well,” he moaned. “That’s it, watch them and feel me. Feel what I can do to you.”

But I wasn’t watching them. My eyes were closed and all I could see, feel, hear, everything was him.

He pushed another finger inside, stretching me, and I groaned, my own hands reaching down to hold his in place to make sure he didn’t stop.

I never wanted him to stop.

“You’re so close,” he sighed into my ear, and I nodded. “Are you ready to come for me, Maya?”

His voice was demanding, insistent that I do what he wanted, and I knew I had to. I wanted to. I wanted to lose myself to this feeling that he’d created. I’d never felt anything like this before. I had no idea my body was even capable of feeling like this, of pulsing the way it was, of clinging to something I had no comprehension of. But I wanted it. I was chasing that high.

“Yes,” I gasped, and I ground myself on his hand, my brain swirling as my body turned to jelly in his arms. My pussy contracted in the most sublime way; sparks of electricity ran through my whole body. My clit pulsed a beat as I cried a silent prayer, my mouth open but no words coming out, just thankful breaths and pants.

Damien buried his face in my neck as I struggled to stand up or hold myself together. Without his arms around me, I was sure I’d have collapsed to the floor in a puddle.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he whispered, his fingers still buried inside me, and then, as he said, “Was that your first?—”

A voice boomed from down the hallway, “WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON?”