Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
My heart raced with the thrilling idea.
But. . .could I actually do it?
My body tensed, unsure if I felt comfortable with so many nameless, strange men putting their cocks all over me. “I don’t know if I would be comfortable with so many men around. I might begin wondering about everyone’s sexual history.”
Tristan chuckled. “I have a place that I want to take you to.”
“O-kay.”
“At this place, we could make your fantasy happen.”
“And where is this?”
“Hmmm.” He tapped his finger against his leg. “I was hoping to wait until later to bring up this topic.”
“Why?”
“Because. . .a lot depends on your answer.”
“To what question?”
“Have you ever heard of a man named Blake Meade?”
“No.”
“He has made a name for himself by holding high-end erotic parties for the uber wealthy.”
I blinked. “Wow. No wonder I haven’t heard of him.”
“He is holding one in less than a month, and I have been looking for someone to go with me.”
Tension gathered in my shoulders. “And you want to take me?”
“I do.”
“It’s in Paradise City?”
“No.” He chuckled. “Budapest.”
“Hungary?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
“And the party lasts for a week.”
I shrieked. “A week?”
He nodded.
“That’s a whole lot of. . .sexing and partying.”
“It is.”
“I have school.”
“You don’t.”
“I do.”
“This party could be a perfect subject for your studies.”
Of course it would, but the idea of just flying off with Tristan to another country to have sex for a week. . .it shoved me entirely off the edge of sanity.
Tristan continued, “Only the world’s elite are invited to Blake’s masquerade. The tickets for this event are high.”
“I can imagine.”
“Meade’s team requires all attending people to undergo STD tests before they can get final approval to have their names on the guest list.”
“That is seriously efficient.”
“And due to the name, everyone always wears a mask while they are on the property.”
I widened my eyes. “To hide identities?”
“Correct. Only Meade would know that the participants of a particular orgy involve a country’s prime minister, top celebrity actress, and whoever else.”
I couldn’t even imagine attending something so big and wicked. Surely, it would be a once in a lifetime experience.
A profound philosophical conflict arose within me. The allure of the experience was undeniable; the location, the promise of meeting influential people, and the sheer exclusivity of the event made it a tantalizing proposition. It seemed a chance to see a different world, to step into a realm of opulence and grandeur that I had only ever read about.
Additionally, that week would provide phenomenal data for my study of human sexuality.
Holy shit.
Yet, intertwined with the excitement was a gnawing uncertainty. I still didn’t know enough about Tristan to just jump on a plane and go out of the country with him.
However, the temptation of the unknown was both thrilling and dangerous.
I exhaled.
Tristan watched me. “You’re conflicted?”
“I am.”
Disappointment flickered in his eyes, but he quickly recovered. “Then, let’s return to the topic of inviting other men or not.”
“Okay.” I blushed.
“What if four men are in the bed room, and they are not touching you?”
My interest peeked. “I like this.”
“And they watch as I’m fucking you hard.”
My nipples grew stiff.
“I’m fucking you in your pussy, then pulling out, flipping you over, and slamming my cock into your ass.”
My bottom lip quivered with desire.
“And the men are watching you writhe and moan.”
Heat bloomed between my thighs.
I pictured this.
The four men all stood by the bed, watching as Tristan fucked me, enjoying how aroused I was from having my clit rubbed tenderly and my pussy pounded into.
And they all watched, rock hard and breathless, as I came all over Tristan’s cock.
“I. . .” Shuddering, I cleared my throat. “I would. . .be interested in that.”
“Hmmm.” His wicked smirk deepened. “Either way, back to the original statement. You just earned one point.”
“I did?”
“Yes. . .I would love to watch a man lick your pussy.” Lust blazed in his fire. “However, it may be more devilish for what I am thinking.”
“What are you thinking?”
“I want a man to lick your pussy, relishing in the taste. And then I force him to step back as I take you for myself, fucking you hard in that pussy he has just been licking. There, he is forced to watch you cum hard with me, knowing that he could never have you on his cock.”
“That is very devilish.”
He tilted his head to the side. “And what would the psychological basis of my actions be in this situation?”
“I don’t know.”
“But, your mind is working.”
“It is.”
“Then, tell me, Nova. What is wrong with me? Why do I want to put a man through that torture—waving your pretty pussy in front of him and then pleasuring you myself.”
“Well. . .I am not a licensed therapist, but. . .” I picked up one of the chocolate strawberries. “I would need to see you in action because it tip toes into so many different possibilities.”