Eliza was completely veiled in black, Rafe led her like she was some sort of royalty. She walked slowly behind him. A combination of the pills she had taken without him knowing—he was worried about her pain meds, but there was nothing for him to worry about and she was in a mood where she almost snapped at him what difference did it make to him? She was not his responsibility anymore.
But she did not.
A combination of the pills, exhaustion and of the pleasure of Rafe leading her, made her strut slowly. This way she got to see him as well, and he looked dashing as ever. When did Rafe ever not look dashing?
They walked into the restaurant, where everyone else was in some array of covered—Rafe wore a lace mask that matched her veil. He sat next to her in the booth, and she put her head on his shoulder.
She shivered when his cool hand slipped under her dress. This party was a Halloween party of sorts, at a premiere sex club.
Anything was allowed.
She and Rafe had attended this party before, when they were a new couple. Now that they were not getting married, they dated like they did when they were a new couple. Her thoughts drifted, as his hand moved further up her thigh.
“What can’t I do to you?” he questioned softly, his fingers at the door of her sex.
Eliza shifted, and parted her legs more.
“You can do whatever you like.”
His fingers slipped into her, she closed her eyes tightly and then opened them. There were a lot of couples there, but some aroused her curiosity more than others as she stared about the room not to bring attention to what she and Rafe were doing.
Like the couple where the woman sat on the man’s lap, dry fucking him with such discretion that if you were not paying attention you would not notice.
Another couple was not touching, but they were sitting so close it was like their skin fucked from their proximity. Eliza’s eyes settled on that couple, and she realized she recognized the man.
She knew his jaw, she knew his expressions even with a mask. The woman clung to him, her face obscured by his chest and Eliza closed her eyes again as Rafe made her come so violently, she knocked over her scotch. Rafe laughed as the waiter came over to clean up, and pulled Eliza up while he was at it.
“Come on, it is time to go somewhere a little more private.”
Still feeling the slight tremors of her orgasm, Eliza followed him. Secretly, she looked back to where Terrence was.
He was gone, as she had asked him to be from her view months ago. Even though she had broken up with him, it did not feel nice to see him with another woman oblivious to her even though she was veiled in black.
She knew him.
The same way it did not feel nice to not be with Rafe, and still be with him. He would be inside her hot and she would feel him burning her in a moment…and still feel cold in the distance of her body…
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Somehow I think we should be worried about Eliza. She doesn’t seem to be doing well…
Rebel xox
Eliza is going thru a lot, i hope she does come out okay