synchronised.
He reached the steps that led up to the platform of Jacuzzi pools, paused, and stared at me openly. I recognised his gaze. It was arrogant, the look of a man who is accustomed to ownership. There was a question in his eyes, too. One that he thought he knew the answer to, but couldn’t be certain of, although he might pretend to. Would I submit to him, become one of his chained women?
I leaned back, squaring my shoulders, and raising my elbows out of the water to rest on the Jacuzzi’s lip, boosting my body up and displaying my bare breasts to him. I met his look with a hard stare of my own. Neither yes, nor no. I would not run to a man like that the moment he snapped his fingers; not anymore. But I was glad to be sitting down, because the rush of desire that raced through my veins and tugged at my heart as well as my clit was so strong that it left me feeling faint. I was too proud to remove myself from the hot water and seek some relief in the comparatively cool air outside of the bath.
‘Here,’ he instructed the redheads, inclining his head towards the pool that I was in, rather than one of the other five. They remained still, frozen in place, and he released them one by one, pressing his mouth to the lips of each as he did so. Once freed, they entered the pool. Watching their bodies slide into the water’s embrace, I felt my temperature rise even further.
There was a dull thud near me, the sound of glass on slate, as he placed a tall tumbler of liquid down within my reach.
‘Drink this,’ he said. ‘It will make you feel better.’
I reached for the drink. It was ice-cold and tasted of lime and sugar, like a caipirinha without any alcohol. I gulped it down and my faintness passed. Clarity returned to my thoughts.
‘I’m Vincent,’ he said. ‘Pleased to meet you here.’
‘Summer,’ I replied. ‘And nice to meet you too.’
‘Your expression suggests you’re attending the Ball for the first time. But I am guessing that isn’t the case, or you wouldn’t be in this dressing room.’
‘It’s my first time as an organiser. I helped with the logistics. Not my first time as a guest, or a performer.’
‘Really? You performed? I would like to have seen that.’
‘Perhaps you did,’ I told him. ‘I played violin, at the last Ball, in Nevada. The desert.’
‘Ah,’ he said. ‘I remember now. You were quite wonderful. I looked for you afterwards, you know, but you were nowhere to be found. I was told that you were otherwise engaged, with one of the lighting crew.’
‘Antony directed some of the major performances.’
‘Director, then. I apologise.’
‘But we’re no longer an item.’
‘Sorry to hear it.’
His tone indicated that he was nothing of the sort.
‘Mind if I join you?’
Before I could respond, he undid the tie on his silk robe and dropped it to the floor, then began to ease himself into the water. His movements were almost comically slow, as though he knew that I was watching him, and he was giving me every opportunity to admire his body. His calves and thighs were thick with muscle, and his chest broad and meaty. He had straight blond hair that fell to his shoulders, like a Viking warrior. A small silver piercing decorated his left nostril. He was younger than me, perhaps about twenty-five. His cock and balls hung low in the warm room. I resisted the urge to reach up and grab his package as he lowered himself into the pool.
We bathed together in relative silence, and then retreated to opposite ends of the dressing room to ready ourselves for the night ahead. My eyes stayed fixed on his reflection in the mirror in front of me as he covered the bodies of his six acolytes in oil until their skin shone. His hands worked slowly, massaging their body parts with reverence. When he was finished polishing their limbs, he fixed their hair, brushing it out over their shoulders and smoothing their frizz with hair balm. They stood frozen, accepting his
He reached the steps that led up to the platform of Jacuzzi pools, paused, and stared at me openly. I recognised his gaze. It was arrogant, the look of a man who is accustomed to ownership. There was a question in his eyes, too. One that he thought he knew the answer to, but couldn’t be certain of, although he might pretend to. Would I submit to him, become one of his chained women?
I leaned back, squaring my shoulders, and raising my elbows out of the water to rest on the Jacuzzi’s lip, boosting my body up and displaying my bare breasts to him. I met his look with a hard stare of my own. Neither yes, nor no. I would not run to a man like that the moment he snapped his fingers; not anymore. But I was glad to be sitting down, because the rush of desire that raced through my veins and tugged at my heart as well as my clit was so strong that it left me feeling faint. I was too proud to remove myself from the hot water and seek some relief in the comparatively cool air outside of the bath.
‘Here,’ he instructed the redheads, inclining his head towards the pool that I was in, rather than one of the other five. They remained still, frozen in place, and he released them one by one, pressing his mouth to the lips of each as he did so. Once freed, they entered the pool. Watching their bodies slide into the water’s embrace, I felt my temperature rise even further.
There was a dull thud near me, the sound of glass on slate, as he placed a tall tumbler of liquid down within my reach.
‘Drink this,’ he said. ‘It will make you feel better.’
I reached for the drink. It was ice-cold and tasted of lime and sugar, like a caipirinha without any alcohol. I gulped it down and my faintness passed. Clarity returned to my thoughts.
‘I’m Vincent,’ he said. ‘Pleased to meet you here.’
‘Summer,’ I replied. ‘And nice to meet you too.’
‘Your expression suggests you’re attending the Ball for the first time. But I am guessing that isn’t the case, or you wouldn’t be in this dressing room.’
‘It’s my first time as an organiser. I helped with the logistics. Not my first time as a guest, or a performer.’
‘Really? You performed? I would like to have seen that.’
‘Perhaps you did,’ I told him. ‘I played violin, at the last Ball, in Nevada. The desert.’
‘Ah,’ he said. ‘I remember now. You were quite wonderful. I looked for you afterwards, you know, but you were nowhere to be found. I was told that you were otherwise engaged, with one of the lighting crew.’
‘Antony directed some of the major performances.’
‘Director, then. I apologise.’
‘But we’re no longer an item.’
‘Sorry to hear it.’
His tone indicated that he was nothing of the sort.
‘Mind if I join you?’
Before I could respond, he undid the tie on his silk robe and dropped it to the floor, then began to ease himself into the water. His movements were almost comically slow, as though he knew that I was watching him, and he was giving me every opportunity to admire his body. His calves and thighs were thick with muscle, and his chest broad and meaty. He had straight blond hair that fell to his shoulders, like a Viking warrior. A small silver piercing decorated his left nostril. He was younger than me, perhaps about twenty-five. His cock and balls hung low in the warm room. I resisted the urge to reach up and grab his package as he lowered himself into the pool.
We bathed together in relative silence, and then retreated to opposite ends of the dressing room to ready ourselves for the night ahead. My eyes stayed fixed on his reflection in the mirror in front of me as he covered the bodies of his six acolytes in oil until their skin shone. His hands worked slowly, massaging their body parts with reverence. When he was finished polishing their limbs, he fixed their hair, brushing it out over their shoulders and smoothing their frizz with hair balm. They stood frozen, accepting his
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