Dark Needs (Tales of Dystopian Decadence Book 1) (8 page)

Tipping my chin up to the sky, I blinked into the brilliance of the blue overhead. “For now you have everything,” I said. “Why change a thing?

“Because the one thing I don’t have is peace of mind.” He turned me from the hills with their monstrous contraptions and guided me to the stables. “Maybe one day, there will be a mob of angry civilians at my door, ready to destroy me simply because I’m rich and they’re not. Or, like I said, maybe the Regime will decide I am no longer useful to them and then I will conveniently disappear. And then, of course, there’s just basic human decency. No one has a right to keep nature from any of us, especially not other men calling themselves leaders. Wait right here.”

As I pondered his words, Icharus walked into the building and the long face that had been regarding us disappeared from sight. When he emerged, Icharus was leading a white horse and a black horse. They were both so beautiful, it took my breath away for a moment.

“This,” he said, “is the true privilege – getting to know these beautiful creatures. Would you like to try riding?”

“Me?” I pressed my hands to my chest as I looked up at the horses. This was one thing the school could not afford, let alone maintain in the confines of the metropolis. Up here on the hill, however, I could get lost in all the luxuries offered to me if not for the knowledge that below us, people were suffering. It would be so easy to just myself be a part of this life, to beg Icharus to forget his scheme and allow us to live happily ever after…

“I know,” Icharus said when I slid my gaze back toward the valley. “But I didn’t bring you out here to make you feel guilty about being here with me. I did it to show you just one aspect of what we can change if we follow-through with this plan. Of course, there are other options, like just staying here with me and forgetting about it. All of it.”

How did he see through me so well? Looking up at him from underneath my lashes, I threaded my fingers together in front of me and whispered, “Really?”

“Really.” He watched me so intently, I had to turn away before answering.

“No,” I said, approaching the white horse and offering my palm for it to sniff. “I want to say yes, but I can’t do that for the same reasons you want to change all of this. I would never know peace if I lived like this, while accepting that others are in pain. If I can alleviate that pain, then I want to try. I have to do something.”

Icharus put his arm around my shoulders and kissed me, his lips pressing against my dark hair. “The only thing that exceeds your beauty and your intelligence is your heart, Adette.”

I bowed my head. Was the desire for revenge something he should commend? What about my determination to keep the Regime from hurting another human being? I curled my fingers against my palm. Was my acceptance that the death of Mr. DeVille was the only answer admirable or deplorable?

“Remember the old saying that you need to fight fire with fire?” Icharus asked, as if he was able to read my thoughts.

Raising my head and turning to look at him, I watched him for a long moment. “Yes,” I said. “I do.”

“Good.” He lifted my chin with the fingertips of one hand and brushed his lips over mine. “If you give us time, you’ll find that our hearts are telling us the same thing.”

I let his words hang between us, not sure how I wanted to interpret them, not sure I wanted to look for nuances that may or may not be there. Ever since my mother had died, no one had been nice to me without a use for me. Not even the headmistress. I reminded myself that Icharus was no different, even though hope – wretched and traitorous – told me it was possible he meant for something more between us.

With deliberate thoughts, I reminded myself why I had gone to the school, why the headmistress had chosen Icharus, and the job they both expected me to perform. I was not here as a lover. I was here to play the easygoing coquette who was capable of performing murder like it was nothing.

Tossing my hair, I smiled and pointed at the horses. “So, how do I ride one of these things?”

Chapter 9

We’d indulged in dinner out here, a concert or a play there, ensuring the reigning elite saw us as a couple in all the right places. That included Icharus’s father, who still treated me with contempt, but looked at me in a way that made me want to do more than simply throw a cocktail in his face. The way he would glower at me made me feel violated, even though he didn’t openly ogle any particular body part or make suggestive remarks. He just watched me and that was enough.

Tonight was our first social outing to an actual party and I didn’t understand why I was so nervous. At school, parties were a part of the curriculum. We used them to practice our socializing, our flirting, even our seductions. But never in my wildest dreams had I imagined going to a party where the seduction would go beyond illicit touching in a secluded corner.

Even though Icharus assured me the more sensual play would happen away from the actual soiree and with only a few “extras” involved in our scene, I couldn’t help but feel tense. The gown I wore was red with an elaborate laced bodice that crisscrossed my chest. My breasts were molded into soft mounds of cleavage that pressed against the very top of their confines. If I bent over, they would spill out for the world to see.

Before fitting me into the dress, Icharus had strapped a small, vibrating device around my thighs so that it rested between my legs, against my clitoris. It hummed gently, controlled remotely by Icharus, and I was sure everyone would hear it, would know I was being primed for use behind the scenes…

The party was at another home in the hills overlooking L.A. and our hosts were filmmakers – a beautiful, tanned, blond couple. While the wife raked me from head to toe with a bored look in her eyes and then turned away to greet other guests, the husband leaned close and his hand drifted down along my back to rest on my bottom.

“So, this is the one,” he said in a low voice. “She’s very pretty.”

“If you are interested, you can take her for a ride,” Icharus answered.

Our host’s eyes roved my body and finally returned to my face. “It’s nice to meet you, Adette. My name is JD Reich and I understand we’re going to have some fun together tonight.” He tilted his head so his mouth brushed against my neck as he whispered, “Are you ready for me, slave girl?”

“But… what about…” I looked wildly around the room. The heat in my core was intensifying as both men looked at me, the lust in their eyes apparent. JD wore cologne – just enough to fill my senses with the clean, crisp smell of it, and a haze settled over my thoughts. Two men taking me at the same time… “What about your wife?” I finally finished.

“She has her own party to attend.” JD nodded his head toward the door and I followed the gesture. Two uniformed men were laughing with his wife, one with a hand on her back and the other stroking her hair. They were Regime soldiers – perhaps even officers, considering the ribbons on their uniforms. Mrs. Reich didn’t look at all put out by her husband’s flirtation with me. Even though we were in a room full of people, her own hands were at the front of each soldier’s pants. With a smile, she led them through the throng and went… Where, I did not know, but I realized the morals of the people gathered here were quite fluid. No one seemed to pay any attention to the trio when they left.

“Not that she didn’t want to participate,” Icharus said. “But we’ll make use of her later, after we’ve had our turns.” He placed his arm around my shoulders and ran his finger down my arm. “We’re going to pump that sweet pussy of yours full of our seed and then she’ll give you a nice surprise when we’re done with you. What do you think of that?”

My breath hitched and I felt moisture slicking my thighs. Before I could process his words, the vibrator’s speed increased and I let out a very loud – and very wanton – cry. I didn’t have an opportunity to see if anyone else noticed, because that’s when JD pulled me to him and kissed me, his tongue plundering my mouth and his hand lifting my dress.

They were going to do this here? Now? In front of everyone?

No, thank goodness. JD guided me backwards as he kissed me and the lighting beyond my closed eyelids darkened. I heard a door close. The kiss ended and JD pressed his hands to my shoulders, forcing me to my knees in front of him. I sank to the carpeted floor and opened my eyes.

“Let’s see what that school of yours trained you to do,” he said, unzipping his pants. “My cock needs a good sucking by a beautiful slave while our guests enjoy the show.”

I hazarded a glance to the side and realized Icharus was watching, as well as was someone sitting in the shadows. Whomever the stranger was, he sat still and silent in an armchair, which made his presence even more unnerving.

And damn exciting.

JD reached down to turn my face back to him. “That’s just my valet. He’s here to assist us if needed and get his when I’m done with you. He deserves a good show, so we’re waiting, girl.”

With a shuddering breath, I reached up to slide his undone pants down over his hips. He wasn’t as slim as Icharus. Instead, his body was sturdier, more muscular. His length also was not as impressive, I realized as I uncovered his partial erection. I tried not to let the comparisons distract me – I wasn’t supposed to be attracted to Icharus, after all.

But I couldn’t help it. The cock I took into my mouth was not the one I wanted there, even as it hardened in response to my attentions. The hands that clasped at the back of my head were not the ones I wanted to hold me. And when he pumped his hips against my face, I knew his domination would never be welcome.

In the moment, however, and despite the many conflicting emotions that warred in my mind, the overriding one was excitement. Icharus was a man of his word and he was driving that point home tonight. The sensual threat of public humiliation was happening here and now, and all I could think was how much I wanted to see where this went. As JD thrust into my mouth eagerly, moaning encouragement for me to “Suck it like a good girl,” I felt the familiar ache between my thighs, the need for someone to touch me and alleviate it. Surely the vibrator was soaked in my own juices by now.

Perhaps because he knew me so well, Icharus decided that was exactly what he should do at that moment. I felt his hands part my thighs from behind and work their way up beneath my dress to remove the vibrator. As soon as it fell to the ground, I let out a sigh of relief around my mouthful of turgid flesh. His hands then moved around to cup and squeeze my breasts before releasing them from the laces at the top of my dress. He caressed them, rolling the nipples between his fingers as I encircled JD’s hard member with my tongue and gripped his wide hips with both my hands. When Icharus’s fingers left my breasts, I moaned with disappointment. The next sensation was strange at first – something filling the space between my legs, forcing them to spread further until I felt Icharus’s tongue licking the drenched slit between my wet, swollen nether lips. This time when I moaned, JD tightened his grip on the back of my head and thrust harder into my mouth.

I had never straddled anyone’s head before and the unfettered access Icharus had to my pussy only excited me more. Every long, firm drag of his tongue up along my flesh made me writhe atop his face. My fingers dug into JD’s slowly pistoning hips and he took it as an invitation to thrust harder, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth even faster. The warmth, scents, and sounds of both men filled my senses and I felt my hips twitch against Icharus’s searching tongue. My knees parted even further to allow me to settle down on his mouth as he ate my cunt. It was barely another minute before the shudders took my entire body, thrusting my hips down and onto his tongue and lips. Any control I might have had remaining snapped and spiraled far beyond me as I gave in to the orgasm that made me gyrate wildly against Icharus’s face.

As ecstasy claimed me, JD uttered, “Oh yeah, take it all,” and his release dribbled thickly along my throat. He held my head hard against his body, forcing me to swallow every drop as his hips bucked against my face, which only caused me to come once again. So I rode Icharus’s mouth much like JD plundered mine, unrelenting and eager until another set of hands gently pulled my sated body away from them both.

The man from the chair had moved, I realized when I looked up, and now he helped lay me out on the floor. His touch was careful, respectful, as he arranged me in front of Icharus and JD, spreading my legs before them. His trousers were also straining at the crotch, tented with obvious arousal.

“Hold her down for me,” Icharus commanded, “and use her mouth however you choose.” Still silent, the valet unzipped his pants and removed his swollen cock from their confines. With his hand, he guided the thick, hard shaft toward my lips. Tilting my head back, I opened my mouth wide until his member filled me and his balls lay over my nose. He grasped my arms and held me against the floor, beginning a slow, steady pace of thrusting.

At the same time, I felt Icharus kneeling between my legs, his shaft nearing my still-throbbing pussy. I could feel its familiar thickness jutting against my thigh and then slide past it, the engorged flesh filling me inch by inch until the cry rising from me was stifled by the cock filling my mouth.

Without waiting another moment, Icharus rammed into me, each thrust making my breasts bounce and my eyes roll back in my head. He gripped my waist as he railed me as hard as he could, while the valet’s fingers pressed into my arms just hard enough to be uncomfortable. Yet the pain mixed with the pleasure of being completely filled, used by men from both ends was incredible. I felt helpless to do anything but take it. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me until I arched my body, following the next orgasm to its inevitable peak and swallowing the hot semen that shot down my throat. I barely heard Icharus’s victorious cry as he thrust once more into me, filling me with his own scorching ejaculate.

When Icharus and the valet both withdrew from me, someone else took their place, delicate lips meeting mine in a sweet, exploratory kiss. That person thrust their tongue into my mouth and moaned – a feminine sound, I now realized – as she tasted the viscous leavings there. Her found my breast and gave it a squeeze, before she trailed kisses down my worn-out body.

Long, slender fingers parted my folds. A cool, slick tongue lapped up along my sticky thigh, catching the warm dribbles running along it. Then the tongue moved higher up to penetrate my pussy. It was JD’s wife, I finally realized, licking and sucking at the juices the valet and Icharus had left inside me. The sensual assault on my body was so intense, I came again, circling my hips frantically against the mouth that feasted on my well-used cunt. The person between my legs gave a low, feminine laugh and grasped my hips to keep me in place. Her face pressed insistently at my soaking pussy, nuzzling at and drawing on my flesh. There was no escape as the blonde woman between my legs gorged herself on the seed that filled me.

Time stood still as someone else knelt at my head, unzipped his pants and pressed his cock against my lips. Dizzy with bliss, I opened my mouth and let them do with me what they would.

~****~

Hot water sluiced down my front and firm hands followed as Icharus washed me with the soft cloth. With a groan, I leaned back against him and closed my eyes. The evening had been mind-blowing, the details lost as if it were an orgasmic dream. I couldn’t really remember how I’d gone from half-naked and constantly fucked at both ends to home in our large, square tub, immersed in the soothing water.

But this was far more pleasurable – this shared bath with Icharus as he washed my body and held me in his arms – than the foursome that had used me again and again for their pleasure.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Icharus asked, his voice low and rough as he dipped the cloth in the water between my legs and gently stroked down along my still-aching pussy.

“Mmhmm,” I moaned. The bathroom was dimly lit, the overhead light turned so low, it might as well have been a candle flickering in the corner. I had never felt more satisfied or relaxed in my life as I lay back against Icharus in the bathtub. Every intimate moment we had shared so far had been sexual. This was the first one that felt tender. Any courtesan who expected romance was setting her hopes very high indeed, but there was something wonderful about Icharus’s adoring touch that made me want more of these moments.

“Why did you enjoy it so much?” There was something in his voice – a hitch to his tone that indicated he was thinking something he wasn’t ready to reveal to me just yet.

I thought for a moment before I answered. “I enjoyed it because it was embarrassing at first. It can be difficult enough to let go, to allow someone you care about to see you at your most uninhibited. To have many people see me like that and encourage me to let them use me sexually was exciting, but it was frightening, too. And then when I did let go and just accept it, the pleasure was…” I shrugged, not sure I could find the words to describe how amazing it had felt.

“Are you afraid to be uninhibited with me?” Icharus asked and the cloth stilled against my skin.

What kind of question was that? Why did how I behaved in bed matter to him? “I don’t seem to have ever had a problem with that,” I finally said. “But…” I bowed my head and looked at his hand as it rested against my inner thigh.

“But what?”

I was glad for the soft, low lighting, because it hid the blush that rose to my cheeks. “But I don’t want you to give me to others to use again, ever.”

Icharus’s tightened his arms around me. “Why not?”