‘What the fuck was that? What’s happening to me?’ she kept asking herself, very puzzled and a bit disturbed.
“Rowan, are you okay?” Lucian and Dani asked at the same time, wanting to know what was stopping Rowan.
“I’m fine, just get upstairs” she found her voice and her strength. She wasn’t sure if she had just had a random thought or an actual vision, but whatever it was, she was still going to go through with what she was about to do and fuck the consequences, whatever they might be. There was something that had bothered her, but she was not going to let it ruin her mood.
No one argued with Rowan. Dani, David and Delia filed past her up the stairs and followed Lucian.
The trip up the staircase was silent.
Rowan stood on the threshold of a room, watching Dani as he eased himself down on a green velvet couch and downed the rest of his bourbon. There was a small stage in the middle of the room where Lucian was now standing, waiting for her to come into his parlor and settle down. David came toward her and took her hand, walking her to a black leather couch set up close and in front of the stage. She seated herself and let her tension escape her in a long sigh. That predatory smile slowly returned to her face and lit up every one of her features; her change of mood made the others feel less tense. She pulled David down on the couch next to her on the right side and beckoned Delia to sit on the left side; both man and woman complied with Rowan’s wordless request.
Lucian clapped once and the lights dimmed and the music began to play.
He danced to the rhythm of the music, circling his hips, dropping them to the beat of the music – he danced as if he was the shadow of the music. Never had Rowan seen dancing such as Lucian’s before. It was like an illusion, his own magic and Rowan basked in on its beauty and sensuality. Every muscle in his body seemed to move of its own accord, yet they all moved in sync with each other, giving him a grace she hadn’t seen in a man for years. The way he touched his body and caressed it made Rowan want to touch him and give him the same attention he giving it. He dropped to his knees and crawled down from the stage toward Rowan. Rowan was having some trouble with her self control- she wanted to get up and touch him- but Delia and David kept her in her seat; so she wrapped her arms around them and kissed Delia’s lips while looking straight at Lucian. Delia took the initiative and wrapped her arms around Rowan and climbed into her lap, her kiss getting more insistent and deeper. David, not wanting to be outdone, shifted himself and laid wet sucking kisses on Rowan’s neck and he let his hands wander up and down any part of Rowan that he could touch. Despite all the things being done to her and the pleasures that came with them, Rowan managed to keep her eyes on Lucian and his dancing and whose movements got more intimate and sexual as he got closer to Rowan.
Dani watched all of it happen from the loneliness and (subtle) discomfort of his own couch. He wanted all of Rowan’s attention, yet he did not move – he could not stop watching the women kissing. There were very few things that were sexier and more arousing than two women kissing and touching each other. He liked what he saw. His mind was sweetly blank, no blood rushing impetuously through him; wherever that blood was, it wasn’t in his brain.
Lucian slithered his hands up Rowan’s skirt and caressed the silken skin in a slow upward motion, hiking the skirt up as he got closer to her. He pulled Delia off Rowan’s lap gently and he laid butterfly kisses on Rowan’s milky thighs, then he straddled them. Rowan sucked in her breath, grabbed his sides and pulled him closer to her body. The way he started to grind his hips against hers made her mind reel and throw her head back, exposing her soft white throat. Lucian and David looked at each other and gave each other a look that spoke volumes – a surprise for Rowan. David bit her neck and sucked on it, making Rowan moan loudly and arch her body. Lucian responded to her movement by thrusting his hips forward harshly, making Rowan moan again and hold on to Lucian even closer to her. The double strategy was working perfectly, or that was what Rowan’s reactions implied. Lucian grabbed David by the hair and kissed him deeply, their faces inches away from Rowan’s. Rowan addressed Dani as the men in front of her continued to put up an incredible show.
“Dani, the key to enjoying yourself in this kind of situation is to shut your mind and let your senses wash over you. Let sensation overwhelm you, don’t fight it. Let your senses run amok, not your thoughts. The only thoughts you should have are those of being consumed by sensation, of each touch, caress, each kiss. Delia, go to Dani and stand before him” Delia did as she was told and stood before Dani.
“Stand up, Dani. Stand up and look at Delia in the eyes. Admire the beauty of her eyes, revel in the fear and anticipation in her eyes, and study her face, how lovely it is; how soft it is, touch it. Touch her lips with your fingertips and think of how plump and soft they are, touch them with your own lips, taste her softly and deeply and lose yourself in the feeling” Rowan continued to instruct Dani and he did as she said.
Losing himself in sensation felt wondrous, he was even starting to like Delia and how she felt. She was soft and yielding, very different from Rowan; Delia was not dominant enough to suit his tastes, but he liked her. Pleasure rippled through him, gathering strength like a gathering storm in the horizon. Perhaps Delia wasn’t as sensual and as arousing as Rowan, but he couldn’t complain. Delia was also giving in to Dani and all of his caresses. She liked the way he touched her and she reciprocated his touches and caresses.
Lucian and David had long stopped kissing and were pulling Rowan up and guiding her toward a bed she had not noticed before – the bed stood in one corner of the room, partially hidden by forest green organza curtains. Up to that particular moment, Rowan had not noticed the room itself. The room was barely lit and painted with hues of dark green that made her think of thick green forests, those sensuous and mysterious forests that had always fascinated her so much. The lack of light and the colors of the room made the shadows more pronounced; the shadows loomed over them and as real as any of them.
Rowan was awakened from her short trance by a pair of small warm hands grasping her shoulders. Rowan turned and there stood Delia, completely naked, offering herself to her. Rowan took one of Delia’s hands and kissed her palm, moving her lips up to her wrist, the bend of her arm, her shoulder, her neck and the lips stopped at Delia’s mouth. The ebony beauty seemed confused by Rowan’s soft gesture, but soon regained her composure and her hands fluttered to the hem of Rowan’s top; Delia removed Rowan’s top without any objections. Rowan watched, motionless, as Delia got on her knees and removed her boots with the utmost care and remained motionless as Delia pulled down her skirt slowly.
Lucian and David watched the two women from the bed, where they lay, stripped and ready for the taking. Such a succulent display made Rowan smirk and lick her lips in a way that was almost obscene.
Rowan walked toward the bed, leaving Delia behind to follow her or return to Dani. Delia returned to Dani as Rowan returned to David and Lucian.
Seeing Rowan clad in only her undergarments was out of this world, but the promises that her body held and would unleash once the lace confines were removed were unfathomable. Everyone in the room sucked in their breath and worshipped the perfection that was Rowan with their eyes.
Rowan’s body was the epitome of classical beauty – glowing white skin, fleshy in all the right places with soft curves- what a real woman ought to look like. Though Dani knew she was malnourished, she still looked like a goddess; he had known her in all her glory – he knew this better than everyone else. Her beauty did not fit the modern standards of beauty – fake everything, anorexic bodies and a total lack of personality- Rowan alone redefined the concept of beauty, hands down.
David concluded quickly that Helen of Troy had nothing on Rowan. If David had voiced his thoughts everyone else would have agreed with him.
Dani asked Delia to bring him more bourbon and she complied. Delia left the room, leaving the three men with Rowan. Dani had come to watch, as he had told Madame Schachter, and he was going to watch.
Rowan walked toward Lucian and David who were completely exposed and ready for a night of utter debauchery and unabashed pleasure. She crawled into bed and unhooked her bra.
Dani would have joined if the two naked, heavily aroused men on the bed weren’t a violation of his comfort level.
Rowan dropped the bra on the floor, exposing her breasts.
Lucian’s and David’s jaws dropped.
Dani felt jealous that those two strangers got to take what was his before he did.
Rowan kneeled on the bed and glided her panties past her hips and down her legs and to the floor the fell.
The men’s brains were blood-deprived; all the blood seemed to have taken a detour to some other place.
Dani moved closer to the bed and sat on the corner, silently admiring Rowan, not caring to humor his comfort level. He would never cease to be amazed to see Rowan in all her naked glory. Ever.
Lucian and David could not contain themselves any longer and lunged toward Rowan, clamping their mouths and hands everywhere in Rowan’s anatomy; it seemed as if some deep biological urge had gone unchecked for too long and the eager desperation in the men’s touch was their way of addressing such urge. Rowan could definitely sympathize with the feeling – the same one that had brought her to The House. Rowan set loose all her sexual power and her powerful aura of desire from her confines of her mind and soul, and those powers would allow her to take in as much ecstasy from her lovers du jour and give them just as much.
The bed had become an altar in which Rowan was the choir master and Lucian and David sang her song of passion with moans of their own. The spectacle about to develop would be beyond any description and what Dani would see happen in that bed would be imprinted in his mind for the rest of his existence, he was sure of that.