Her back arched in a bow, strung by Ezekiel's masterful touch. Tibby panted, struggling to hold onto any coherent thought. He mouthed her nipple, flicking the distended nub that seemed to have a direct connection to the secret place between her thighs. She scissored them together in a desperate attempt to feel any kind of friction. She felt Ezekiel smile around her nipple. He slid his big hands down her sides, taking her dress and sliding the fabric down her thighs and off her in one swift flick.
She gasped as cool air met the heated flesh of her nether lips. Ezekiel maneuvered his legs between hers until her legs were spread wide apart, open to his perusal. Little whimpers of distress escaped her lips, and her hands flew to his head trying to push him away. For some reason, having even part of the dress cover her had somehow convinced her she was in control. Now, without even the barest covering she felt too vulnerable. Ezekiel was dressed from head to toe while she, in a few touches was left absolutely bare.
Ezekiel clamped his teeth around her nipple, making soothing sounds until she marginally settled down. He laid his body more firmly over her, protecting her from the chill and providing a cover that lulled her into a temporary sense of safety.
"Do you want to know what I like?" Ezekiel mumbled around her nipple.
Tibby shook her head, then nodded. She didn't know if she was saying whether she didn't know or if that she wanted to know what he liked. But he seemed to understand her conflicting answer.
"I like you going wild," he said as he pulled away and rose up to his knees, "beneath me, as I..." Ezekiel gripped her thighs and pulled her towards him until the apex of her thighs fit snugly to the growing bulge in his pants. He shrugged off his coat then slowly unbuttoned his white shirt with one hand, the other rubbing a spot at the crease where her thighs met her hips.
"As you what?" Tibby's voice was hushed. Ezekiel looked like a pagan god as he striped himself, revealing the smooth muscles beneath. His chest was hairless and unmarked. As the shirt parted, Tibby spied a dark treasure trail starting at his navel, disappearing into the waistband of his pants. The lower part of her body was shadowed, and she was thankful for at least that much.
The darkness gave her enough courage to be rendezvousing with an almost stranger completely in the nude inside this abandoned building.
"As I-," Ezekiel bunched up his shirt and lifted her hips, then placed the small bundle underneath her. This new position tilted her hips in an irresistible offer. She would have squirmed away but he held her firmly.
"As I," he continued, "lick..." He lowered his head and licked around her navel. "Bite..." He moved down to her hairless pussy, nibbling on the skin. His teeth opened against her sensitive and swollen labia lips before gently clamping down. Tibby's leg jerked involuntary but Ezekiel's hands held down each of her ankles to the cool wooden floor.
"Ryan," Tibby keened, grounding her head against the floor and bit the back of her hand to stifle another moan.
"And suck." Ezekiel's tongue probed beneath her hood, seeking out that small pearl. He rested his tongue against it, feeling it pulse. He sucked it in his mouth and this time Tibby did scream. He chuckled around her clit, but still kept his mouth clamped on it. He mouthed the sensitive flesh, licking up her slick creaminess.
Tibby thought she was going to go out of her mind when Ezekiel stiffened his tongue and rimmed her opening. He poked it inside her and Tibby clamped her thighs around his head. All of her senses were focused entirely on that magical mouth and tongue. The sensation of the rough wood abrading her back, the chilly air coasting over her sweat sheered skin, the slick fabric of Ezekiel's pants sliding under her thighs -- it was all multiplied tenfold until she thought her whole body was one bit pulsating nerve ending. Just one more touch and she'd shatter into a million pieces.
"Ryan, please -- please, I need, oh God please!" She didn't know what she was pleading for. Ezekiel's lips curved against her slick skin and Tibby just knew he was smiling. He sucked at her clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue faster and faster. Her thighs tensed, and she half sat up as her orgasm crashed through her body. It started as a small tingle at her pussy but spread like a wildfire through her body until she was burning from the inside out. Even the tips of her fingers tingled. Ezekiel bit down hard on her clit, sending her down another turbulent orgasm, the pain just adding to her pleasure.
When she recovered, Ezekiel's face was hovering above hers. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips. The pungent odor of her juices invaded her nostrils but it was strangely arousing. Ezekiel kissed her, sharing her taste with her and she moaned at the unfamiliar taste. Wrapping her arms around his neck like a vise, she sucked at his tongue and lapped up the remnants of her release from the hot cavern of his mouth.
It was a shocking bolt to her satiated body when Ezekiel knifed up, his eyes narrowed but unseeing. After a moment, he scrambled away from her and reached for his clothes.
"C'mon, get dressed. Your brother is looking for you."
Panic suffused her whole body and she frantically grabbed at the crumpled mess of her gown. She pulled the dress over her still quivering body, her hands shaking so badly the shirt slipped twice over her hips before she got to the bodice. An angry sob escaped her kiss swollen lips when she couldn't remember how to reactive the touch zip. Strong hands captured her wrists and shook her. She looked up at Ezekiel.
"Calm down. We have time to get back. Trust me, okay?"
Tibby was too paralyzed with fear to speak so she nodded. Ryan gathered up her bodice and pulled it over her chest, but not without a lingering glance at her breasts. He flicked a finger against one of her nipples, making her gasp before he dropped a quick kiss on her shoulder. He held the two edges of the cloth together then traced horizontal lines across the fabric which re-zipped the fabric. In no time, her dress looked exactly like it had when she'd first worn it. But her face on the other hand was surely sporting evidence from her love play. She knew her lips were swollen and red but there was no remedy for that other than time. Time she did not have.
Ezekiel led her back the ballroom, but this time she was distracted for an altogether different reason. They entered the Palace from a small servant's entrance and Tibby dimly wondered how Ezekiel knew his way around. They reached the ballroom but before they could enter, Ezekiel pulled her back into his arms.
"We're going to continue this and next time I'll have you screaming on my dick," he warned before taking her lips in a rough kiss. He then pushed her into the ballroom, making her stumble before he caught her footing.
"Tibby!"
Tibby turned to see Daniel hurrying towards her. When he reached her, he grabbed her arms hard enough to bruise.
"Were have you been? And where are your guards?" he demanded.
Tibby opened her mouth but no sound came out. Her game was up. Daniel would find out exactly what she had been doing and she'd be punished. She looked around in a futile attempt to find a friendly face, maybe Ezekiel's but he had disappeared. To her surprise, her two guards almost magically appeared behind her as if they'd been there the whole time. One of them was shaking his head and looked a bit dazed if he'd just come out of a deep sleep.
She turned back to Daniel, who looked only slightly mollified.
"Never mind, the dinner is starting and I thought I'd escort you."
Tibby nodded and let Daniel take her arm. It all felt so surreal. It felt like any moment Daniel would turn on her and attack her. The ghost of Ezekiel's touch still lingered on her skin, and it felt so wrong to be touched by Daniel now. She touched her lips, which still felt swollen but Daniel didn't comment.
He led her to the dining room that was across the ballroom. It was similarly designed like the ballroom, with the exception of a gigantic crystal table in the middle. Various foods graced the table, from many cultures. In the middle of the table, six women posed artfully on a dessert platter, their own skin covered with bits and pieces of sweets. They giggled and twittered when a few men hooted and howled at them. Daniel sat her down at a chair next to him, before taking his own seat. A bell sounded, quieting the hundred or so guests.
Tibby looked to the head of the table and a debonair man in a dark blue suit, a black fedora and a cane stood up and smiled at the people sitting at the table. A screen behind him projected his image for those farther down the table.
"I hope everyone is enjoying their night tonight." His voice boomed around the room and many of the guests cheered. "We only have seven more days left in the Midnight Gardens. Tomorrow we hit the iconic Maze Meet event, and I can say I already have my blindfold on hand." That comment set off a round of laughter and Tibby looked to Daniel for explanation.
He leaned towards her so he could be heard above the crowd. "That's Lucien Wolfe. He owns the Palace."
"What's the Maze Meet event?"
"Nothing you need to be concerned with," Daniel said as he leaned forward and kissed her.
She firmly pressed her lips closed but Daniel dug his nails in her jaw until she was forced to grant him entry. His tongue felt sickening as it invade her mouth and filled her with his wet saliva in sloppy kiss. When he pulled away, she wiped off the excess saliva with the back of her hand. She looked around to see if anyone had seen and her eyes caught Ezekiel's blank face a few chairs down from her on the opposite side. Her gaze skittered away, not wanting to see the disgust that was probably in his face.
Daniel mostly ignored her for the rest of the dinner, except for the possessive hand he kept glued to her thigh. Every so often, he'd try to inch his hand to between her thighs and she'd shift in her seat. Then his hand would go back to its former position burning a hole through her dress.
Tibby tried to ignore Ezekiel but his boisterous voice and laughter drew her to him always. A blonde woman sat at his left and a slender man sat to his left. The woman was covertly flirting with Ezekiel. Tibby clenched her fork, imagining how the silver tines would look gouging out the slut's eyes. Very pretty, she decided after she saw the blonde force a sloppy kiss on Ezekiel's neck. Daniel's leech-like hands were momentarily forgotten as she gave herself over to the fantasy of storming over and across table to rake her nails down the slut's face.
For however long Tibby had Ezekiel, he would be hers exclusively and she'd tell him that the next time they met.
"Daniel, my man. You never introduced me to your beautiful sister." Tibby forced herself to look away and looked up behind her to see Lucien Wolfe. He grinned down at her just like his namesake. Daniel stood up and she followed, standing a bit behind him.
"Lucien, meet my beautiful sister Tabitha," Daniel said with a stiff smile.
Lucien stepped forward and took Tabitha's lax hand, bringing it his lips for a kiss.
"Beautiful doesn't do her justice, Daniel." Tibby blushed at Lucien's compliment. He was very handsome, with sharp blade-like features and piecing grey-white eyes.
"Thank you. I can't guess what your costume is but it suits you," Tibby said as she reclaimed her hand.
