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Decadent Deceptions - Keta Diablo

Published by ketadiablo January 6th, 2009 in Romance, Romance Excerpts
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Author: Keta Diablo
Buy the Book: Decadent Deceptions
ISBN: 978-1-60592-013-9
Publisher: Noble Romance

Decadent Deceptions finaled in the 2008 Molly Contest (erotic catergory)! Explicit sex and voyeurism. Olivia stuck her nose to the wall and scanned the room through the peephole. A canopy of billowing red silk framed the four-poster bed, and nude portraits of men and women, their limbs entwined, graced the walls. Soft light from tapered candles on the nightstand enhanced the carnal ambience, and the heady fragrances of patchouli, mandarin leaf and a sweet, spicy aroma reminiscent of cinnamon overpowered her.

Jumpier than a skittish colt, Olivia jerked back as the door to the room opened. Playful laughter preceded the woman leading the man to the bed. She eased him down gently by placing her hands on his broad shoulders. Long in limb, every muscle tightly knit, deep furrows marked his olive skin, reminding Olivia of an old salt that had lived too many days beneath a pitiless sun. The man wrapped his gold-capped tooth around the pipe in his hand and drew from it slowly. A dense, gray smoke and the same sharp aroma Olivia noticed upon entering the brothel drifted through the room. With a smile, the woman took the pipe from him, laid it between her scarlet lips and inhaled.
 

Her breasts firm and full, her waist narrow and her legs long, the dove exuded sensuality. She removed the green satin gown, one slow button at a time, allowing it to pool gracefully at her feet. At her come-hither smile, he rose from the bed and removed the rest of her clothing—the crimson bustier, the pale white stockings and black garters cinching her thighs—until she stood naked.
 

The man drew her into his arms and delivered a slow, languid kiss to her lips, easing her down gently to the mattress. His hot gaze wandered over her, not with disrespect, but with reverent appreciation. He joined her on the bed and suckled her breasts hungrily. A fire erupted in Olivia’s stomach and spread upward as his rough hands skimmed the soft flesh of the woman’s belly and parted her milky white thighs. His fingers disappeared, the dove’s eyes closed, and her head lolled side to side. Strange sounds left her lips, pained moans, throaty ahs, and a strangled syllable that sounded remarkably close to yes, yes, and yes.
 

Olivia watched them with wide eyes, intuitively aware something wondrous occurred when the woman’s toes curled and a string of staccato mutterings filled the room. A prolonged silence followed, during which no one spoke, but breathed heavily. This included Olivia. Finally, the courtesan opened her eyes, gave him a gratuitous smile and watched him slide languidly down her body. With his face between her legs, his fingers digging into the flesh of her buttocks, the woman clutched the bedrails for dear life and bucked against his mouth. Like a demon had taken hold of her soul, unintelligible mutterings spewed from her throat as her body stiffened, and long moments later fell into a withered limp.
 

Olivia squirmed in the chair, wondering briefly if her predilection to voyeurism would evolve into a lifelong affliction. The thought flew from her head like milkweed floss when the man rose, rolled his trousers down his hips and kicked them across the room. Inching her way to the edge of the bed, the woman took his engorged member in her hands and stroked it. The sensual, languid motion of her fingers sliding up and down the thick shaft sent quivers through Olivia’s body. The man watched her intently with his eyes half-closed, his mouth open. She licked the thick-ridged tip of his erection and with her mouth stretched wide, took it in and swallowed it. His hips jerked toward her lips in perfect sync with the thrusts of her mouth. Riveted, Olivia focused on the woman’s inverted cheeks as she plunged and withdrew, repeating the technique until the man’s eyes rolled in their sockets. With his jaw clenched tight, he cupped the back of her head and rocked his hips frantically, his moans of pleasure echoing in the room. Whatever magic her skilled fingers possessed, they had the desired effect between his legs. The man roared—twice—and his body jerked spasmodically. She withdrew her mouth quickly, rose up on her knees, and cupped her breasts around the pulsating member. His body stiffened as spurts of liquid spewed from his penis and covered her breasts.
 

Aroused beyond comprehension, some internal organ between Olivia’s navel and privates clenched and then ached. She waited to see what would happen next, surprised that he walked to his trousers and stepped into them. Apparently, the woman had satisfied his every need. One puzzling question remained—why hadn’t they fornicated? A wad of bank notes from his pocket found the nightstand while she plucked her finery from the floor and, very impersonally, dressed. After they left the room, vivid imagery of the man caressing the woman’s sex with his mouth flashed through Olivia’s brain. Not to mention the titillating scene of her pleasuring him with her mouth. Good heavens, she’d never seen or imagined anything so perverse and wicked.