Page 16 of Dark Secret

I lowered my eyes and let a hint of a smile play around my lips. “Yes, sir.”

I took it back to a changing booth and slipped the dress on. It was a wrap dress too, but this one was black material with silver sequins covering every inch. Cut in an asymmetrical style that left my left thigh bare as well as most of my chest, it was sexy. I could imagine Dylan would have a hard time keeping his fingers off the little bow that kept the panels together.

It wasn’t something I’d have picked out, but if he wanted me to wear it…

“What do you think?” I leaned in the doorway of the booth, the door open to let him see.

He stared at my full breasts for a moment and then his eyes traveled down. “Oh yes. That one.”

I grinned and shut the door. We left the store and went back to change in our room. I put on the pair of black patent leather heels that he liked so much, with the silk ribbons that wound up to my knees, and slid the dress on. A quick curl of my hair with the curling iron, a little makeup, with a fresh spritz of his favorite perfume, and I was ready to go.

“You look gorgeous,” he said and kissed my ear.

“Thank you, so do you.” I straightened his tie and brushed his hair back from his face, and we were ready to go.

I caught our image in the reflection of the hired car that came to pick us up and smiled. I was light to his darkness, and it was a good reflection.

“Oh, I bought you this too.” Dylan took out something from the bag he’d brought along, and I saw it was a new mask.

This one was similar to mine, but it had less beads and more feathers around the edges. That hard frame fit snuggly against my nose, and I’d turned so that he could tie the ribbons at the back of my head. I already felt like a beautiful woman, but now, sensuality had been poured into the mix. I knew for sure we were headed to somewhere sexy now. If the dress wasn’t enough to give that away, this was.

I’d waited, breath held, as the car drove out of the city and to a place on the outskirts. A plantation home?

“Where are we?” I asked and stared up at the line of oak tress we’d passed.

“A friend of mine has a … ahem, home here. She has rather exclusive parties out here in the peace and quiet. For grown-ups.”

“I see.” A house party? How sexy could that be? I’d been to dozens, maybe hundreds of those. They were never sexy.

The moment we stepped out of the car, I knew I was wrong. This wasn’t the kind of house party I’d expected. Music blared from the walls, sensual and erotic, and the sounds of voices filled the air from open windows. I knew why the windows were open, despite the chill in the air, when we walked into the house.

It was downright steamy hot inside. Small gas lamps lit the place, but not too much. There was only enough light to see by, to keep the intimate nature of the party in place. Every room held people in a variety of situations, and I could see more than one sex act taking place. Was that woman? Oh my, she was straddled over one man, while her mouth was filled by another. I’d looked away, only to find a woman with light coffee-colored skin coming toward us.

She was gorgeous, from her light brown cat eyes, to the body she’d displayed in a long, sheer robe. She wore a barely-there bra and panties beneath. Her black hair was fluffed out and wild, but it suited her.

“Hey, Dylan. Glad you came down to see us.” She was taller than Dylan, but that was because of the platform heels she had on. She’d leaned down to kiss his cheek and then looked over to me.

My cheeks turned red as she looked at me, and I glanced down to the floor, my hands twisted together.

“And who is this?” Her voice all but purred as she’d spoke to me.

“This, Celia, is Stephanie. Stephanie, say hello to Celia.”

“Hello, miss.” It seemed the right touch, for the moment.

“Oh, she does have pretty manners. Welcome to my home, little miss Stephanie. I hope you enjoy your time. Here, put this on her. It will let people know they can look, but not touch, unless you allow it.”

I glanced up and saw a velvet collar with black silk ribbon for a lead. Now that was a nice touch, I’d thought as I swallowed and tilted my head up so that Dylan could put the collar on me. A leash wasn’t something we’d used before, but it excited me. This said I was his, and that really changed things around in my brain.

I was already his sub, but now, on the leash, I felt like that was real. Even if the collar was made of velvet.

“The party has already gone wild in the living room, as you can see. Come back here in the kitchen; it’s quieter.”

She’d led us through the house and down the length of one side of the three-story sprawling home. She could have made a hotel out of the place, with just the rooms we’d passed so far. We passed opened doors and closed doors, and doors that were slightly ajar, as the occupants were waiting to be joined by someone.

I wanted to explore each one, but Dylan tugged on the leash every time I started to slow. I would resent that, but I knew we had time. We came into the kitchen, lit only by strategically placed candles, and I was happy to see that the room wasn’t empty.

In fact, there was more than one man gathered around a young woman sprawled on the table. They were apparently eating their dessert from the woman’s body. Different confections decorated her body, and the men were licking and nibbling away at each place. Even her breasts were covered in hardened dark chocolate.