Desired Temptation: A Night to Remember

ELLA

The moment has arrived. I’m dressed in the sexy black silk-and-lace lingerie set, stockings, and high heels. I feel self-conscious as I check myself in the mirror and cover my stomach with my hands.

Xavier and Camille are now the best of friends, and I’m thankful for that; he managed to get her back inside the home without any drama.

It’s safe to say that even though I got lucky tonight, I won’t be accepting my defeat again anytime soon.

I have no control over how things would turn out for me. In fact, I feel like I’ve officially sold myself to the devil, and all I can think is that I did it so I could keep my job.

I’m so incredibly stupid! 

Nevertheless, what’s done is done. I will deal with what will happen next as it occurs.

I’m about to leave my cubicle in the club’s changing room when I hear banging and hop back, startled. Then I release the bolt and open the door to find Konan’s blue eyes staring down at me.

Since I’m standing here in only my underwear, I can tell that he is thinking immoral thoughts. I am also thinking sinful thoughts about him.

Chewing his gum, he enters the changing room.

I let the door close behind me as I turn around, following his confident strides.

“How fucking delightful.”

I move away from him, and he crouches down.

“Come. I don’t bite.”

I nod and approach him with my arms at my sides. I come to a complete stop in front of him and observe as he runs his fingers up the front of my legs.

He touches my lower stomach with the tip of his nose, running all the way up my front before he trails kisses down my stomach, turning me into a puddle of murky water.

I am exactly that because I’m being a dirty bitch, thinking about how I want him to eat me out for dessert.

I cannot stop thinking about how he can fuck me with his fingers, tongue, and cock, how he can bend me over, force me to the floor, do anything to me.

Oh, yes, I’m a very naughty girl when my active imagination switches on, and I love it!

I also feel young. I’m twenty-eight, but I do feel old sometimes when I look at Camille or the other children under my care.

Pushing himself to stand, Konan stares down his chest at me.

“Turn around.”

I do as he tells me, and he grabs both of my wrists, forces me against the wall, and kicks my legs apart.

I breathe in deeply.

“What should I do with you?”

His voice is inhuman, emotionless. It twists my stomach, making it feel as if I’m being stabbed.

He unhooks my bra and, releasing each of my hands briefly in turn, removes it. The scrap of lace falls to the floor.

Still holding my hands with one of his, he drags a piece of rope out of a pocket and twirls it around my wrists quickly. He kisses my lips lightly. It reminds me of our first night together on my double bed.

He loops the rope over a sturdy coat hook on the wall above me and steps back, leaving me on my tiptoes.

Then he tucks his thumbs into the lace on either side of my panties and pulls them down. They fall to my ankles. I step out of them, and they join the bra on the floor.

“Now, that is a sight I love to see.” He points at me, grinning.

Shrugging off his suit jacket, he places it on a hook next to me. The fabric touches my arm.

“You’re all mine for the night. Interesting.” He taps his foot on the floor and touches his cheek and chin in thought.

“I have to go and do a job soon, but for now, I’m not going to delay because I don’t have much time myself.”

He doesn’t even give me any warning. A split second later, Konan’s lips have captured mine, he’s forced my body against the wall and trapped me between the freezing cold tiles and his chest.

I gasp and lose all of my breath. I wasn’t expecting him to suddenly pounce at me, and he’s like a lion wanting to devour its prey.

Dropping to his knees, he picks me up off my feet and throws my legs over his shoulders, holding me with both hands to secure me in place.

I close my eyes involuntarily.

His tongue is magic.

Sliding it through my crease, he nuzzles his face in my juices and licks them all up with one sweep.

There’s no word strong enough to describe what it feels like to not have your hands free. I want to run my hands through his hair, push his head closer to me, scratch his shoulders.

Adrenaline rushes through my body; a bolt of lightning zaps from my toes to the top of my head in a fraction of a second.

The thought of us getting caught is just adding to the thrill.

I want to taste him, to pleasure and torture him. I look down at him, opening my eyes.

“Let me pleasure you,” I tell him.

He shakes his head, refusing to let me take control.

“I’m bringing your wishes and desires to life. You still want to experience them, am I right?”

He raises his eyebrows. He wants me to answer him, but I don’t get the chance to do that because the door opens to reveal a strange man.

My cheeks turn crimson red.

Oh, no. This cannot be happening right now!

“Oh, perfect timing.” Konan grins and glances over at the newcomer.

I grab the rope with both of my hands. Fantasizing about being caught and actually getting caught are two completely different things.

The man looks at us, turns around, and leaves the room without a word.

I’m in a mess. How am I supposed to face that man ever again?

“That wasn’t planned, but if it does help, you’re dripping fucking wet. Now, to the next spot.”

Konan winks at me and lifts me up on top of his shoulders. My bound hands come free of the hook. He heads for the door.

I grab his hair in a panic.

“You cannot take me out there. I’m naked!”

He doesn’t listen; instead, he opens the door and walks through it.

Oh no. No, no, no. I cannot be seen like this. I’m a mess!

Konan carries me into the club.

A man approaches us.

“Konan, we have a job.”

Konan places me down on my feet and kisses the top of my head.

“I will be back,” he tells me, and with that he leaves me standing stark naked, hands tied, and soaking wet in the middle of the main room of Darkness.