Elegant Sins Read online Stasia Black, Alta Hensley (Dark Secret Society #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Dark Secret Society Series by Stasia Black
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
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When I made contact with my destination, and I felt her body tense beneath me, I circled and applied pressure to hopefully wake up a sexual need that could very well be ice cold.

With my lips still at her ear, I whispered, “Say yes. I need to hear it. Say yes.”

I heard her gasp and decided to lower my hand to her entrance and coated my finger in her wetness. I wouldn’t penetrate… not yet.

“Say it,” I demanded again. Maybe the Elders could hear. Maybe not. I didn’t care.

My finger waited. I waited. But I wanted to press inside of her so badly that my cock throbbed in anticipation.

“Yes,” she finally whispered. “Yes,” she repeated in case I didn’t hear.

Not with ease, but with force, I shoved my finger deep inside of her. Pumping in and out, I took pride in the fact that her pussy got wetter with every movement. I refused to fuck a dry pussy. She deserved better than that. We both did.

She remained quiet, but I could hear how her breathing changed when I added a second finger to ready her body for my size. Her body trembled beneath mine as I inched my cock closer to her hole as it awaited its turn.

Step three: consummate the union.

With no control left inside of me, I guided the head of my cock to her entrance. Taking hold of her hips with my hands, I thrust deep inside of her. She was so damn tight that a groan escaped my lips which was the cue the Elders were waiting for.

The beating of the canes began.

Over and over, a rhythmic cadence set the pace. The sound of the canes seemed to control my speed as I fucked the woman beneath me.

In and out, beat after beat.

She bucked against me, meeting my cock with every push, forcing me to go deeper inside of her. My balls slapped against her firm ass, and I worried I wouldn’t last long.

Our bodies danced to the haunting staccato. I watched as her fingers clawed at the mattress as she arched her back in what I could only assume to be signs of pleasure.

The canes seemed to hypnotize our bodies, and the hungry stares of the Elders acted as a catalyst to our performance. We fucked for others, but we fucked for ourselves at the same time.

Her moans met mine, and I rewarded our animalistic need for completion by driving in and out faster and with more force. The canes pounded against the floor at my pace, matching every thrust.

In and out.

Beat after beat.

I was ready to cum, to fill her tight little hole with my seed, but I was determined to give her a release first. Her pussy milked my cock, and I knew how close she was.

Reaching around her again, I put my finger on her clit and demanded completion. With nothing but a quick touch, her moans turned to a mewl, and her body shook beneath me.

It was all I needed to explode inside her as my moans were muffled by the loud pounding of the canes.

I could hear nothing but the hammering caused by the Elders in a chaotic level of madness. There was no order or rhythm like before, but instead a cacophony that surrounded our completion of the consummation.

I remained in place to catch my breath, as did Grace. We waited. We listened. We froze connected while we waited for the canes to stop.

And then there was silence.

With my dick still inside the stranger beneath me, I glanced over to the Elders once more as they turned to march out of the room. My eyes connected with my father’s once again, but this time…

It was me who gave the wicked smirk.

With one final beat of their canes, the Elders of The Order of the Silver Ghost exited the room.

10

Grace

The next morning, Mrs. Hawthorne unceremoniously dropped a tray full of food in front of me before returning to the sideboard and then taking Montgomery’s tray to the opposite end of the long table. And I do mean a very long table. Comically long if Montgomery and I were supposed to attempt any conversation from one end to the other.

Or maybe the point was to give us some distance after our all-too-close encounter last night. I swallowed hard and started fanning myself. Couldn’t we turn the fan on or something? I’d felt fevered ever since waking up beside Montgomery this morning.

“Here’s your breakfast, laddie.”

I could only watch on in shock as Mrs. Hawthorne’s face softened—something I didn’t know it was capable of—when she set Montgomery’s tray in front of him. His food had a silver dome on top that mine hadn’t. Mrs. Hawthorne pulled it off with a flourish, patting Montgomery on the back and beaming down at him. “All your favorites.”


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