Tuesday, September 25, 2012

SMUT WEEK!!! with Danielle DeVor


**It's SMUT WEEK. I LOVE SMUT WEEK! I have some GREAT tid-bits for y'all this week, starting with this little piece. :D ENJOY!**

Envy
By


The corset was pinching her ribs again. Jade navigated through the club until she finally got to the bathroom. Thank God. No one was in there for once. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her almond-shaped-eyes were still ringed with kohl and her lipstick wasn’t on her teeth. She wished she had something other than brown eyes, but wearing contacts always seemed like cheating. She was a little washed out, a little too pale, but not bad.
She reached in front and untied her corset. The relief was almost immediate. She pulled up the undershirt and looked at the bruises on her ribs. Looking good held certain sacrifices, especially when Mayhem liked corsets so much. Not that he’d ever paid much attention to her, but a girl could hope.
She looked at her breasts. They were full. They might not be as big as some, but at least she could run without hurting herself. Guys always seemed to want bigger breasts, but they didn’t have to live with them.
Just thinking about Mayhem made her nipples grow hard. Breathing hard, she reached up and touched her right nipple. The electric zing went straight through her body and made her wet. She closed her eyes. If only she could have Mayhem once, she’d be a happy girl.
She couldn’t stop thinking about him: What she’d heard about him, how big he was, what it was like to lick the sweat off his stomach. It made her knees weak.
But she’d never get him. Mayhem was the god here. He had his choice of any girl in the club. She was just one face in the hundreds that were there each night.
What she knew of him was that he’d started out as a boxer, ended up making a crapload of money, and eventually opened The Inferno. The Inferno was now one of the hottest clubs in New Orleans. Each room was designed as one of the seven deadly sins. Mayhem’s favorite room was Lust. So far, Jade had been too shy to enter there.
It wasn’t the room so much, but the thought of getting close to Mayhem. He was tall- over six-feet with short cropped hair that usually had some sort of design carved into it. His blue eyes could be playful or mean depending on his mood. His skin, while pale, was always flushed red- at least it had been the times Jade had seen him in person. It was good for Jade that he walked around without a shirt most of the time. At least then she had the images that allowed her to dream at night. Most of those dreams left her hot and panting.
She knew her own ministrations would never be enough, so the dreams would have to do.
After righting herself, Jade left the bathroom, took a deep breath, and entered Envy- the room was seemed to suit her best. She was just too chicken to go into his domain.
Suddenly, she felt a warm hand on her back.
“Now, where have you been hiding?” the voice asked.
Her heart hammered in her chest. She turned around. Her eyes met those playful blue eyes. It was Mayhem himself.
She swallowed. Too shy to speak, she pointed towards the bathroom.
He chuckled and took her by the hand. “No more hiding.”
Then, he led her through the room and into Lust. Unlike Envy where the lighting and d├ęcor was green with various green-shaded velvet cushions, Lust was a mixture of black and red.
He led her to his table. It was a circular booth with the cushions made of black quilted velvet. He glared at the women seated at the table. They all shot Jade dirty looks, but didn’t do anything other than that. They left, silently.
Then, Mayhem motioned with his hand towards the table. Jade shyly slid into the booth. Soon, he was seated beside her. The lights danced over the bare flesh of his chest and down to the leather of his pants.
Jade forced herself to stare at the table. She was too shy to do anything else.
And then, her chin was gently pulled away from the table.
“I’d rather look at your face than the back of your head,” he said.
Jade felt herself blush.
He traced her face with his fingers. “You’ll not hide from me anymore.”
Jade shook her head.
He began playing with the ties of her corset. She watched him, mesmerized, as he untied it and her breasts sprung loose.
He leaned forward and kissed her throat.
Jade inhaled sharply.
He raised her shirt and then froze. Gently, he touched a bruise. Jade jerked slightly, the pain startling her.
“What did that?” he asked.
“The corset,” Jade whispered.
“If it does that to you, why do you wear it?”
Jade stared at him in awe. “Because I heard you like them.”
He smiled and gently grabbed her breast. “This is what I like.”
He lowered his head and placed her nipple in his mouth. Jade’s back arched towards him. It felt so much better than she thought it would.
He reached down farther and pulled up her skirt, then paused and released her nipple. “May I?” he asked.
Jade was just about overcome. Who said chivalry was dead? “Yes. Please.”
He pulled off her panties and gently pushed her backwards into the booth. Before she knew it, the slight stubble of his face was tickling her thighs. She forced herself not to move. But, when he put her clit between his lips, her hips bucked. She couldn’t help it.
He chuckled. “A feisty one. I like feisty.”
Then, he began licking her folds and Jade couldn’t stop quivering.
Her eyes were closed, and suddenly all sensation stopped. She looked up and Mayhem had a wolfish grin on his face.
“I think that’s enough for now,” he said.
“What?”
He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “You’re good enough to wait for.”
Jade was stunned, but happy. She wasn’t just a one night stand. This was better. The promise of more to come was more than she’d hoped for, and even if it was only a little at a time, she knew for once in her life she was getting something she’d dreamt for, and it was perfect.

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