Sweeter than Heaven & Hotter than Hell - Part 3: Into the Darkness

Thu, 23 May 2013 20:27:26 -0400

Flandus - Sweeter than Heaven & Hotter than Hell

Chapter 3: Into the Darkness

The threesome is joined by an unexpected guest to their hotel. It’s a pleasant surprise that leads them all to an elite Vegas strip club. Within the club our trio indulges in the simple pleasures of alcohol and adult entertainment. But as passions arise, Norman becomes restless leading our sweet Miss Lady into closer quarters, giving her a taste of the darkness within.

Takes place at the MGM Grand & the Spearmint Rhino Strip Club. Chapter contains graphic SMUT, coarse language and alcohol usage. NSFW. 18+ recommended.

***Side Note: I strongly suggest listening to Prodigy’s song ‘Smack My Bitch Up’, while reading the part where Norman and Miss Lady are in the private VIP room.

”This place is amazing,” I stared in wonderment around the room the three of us would be occupying. I knew for a fact my parents had never stayed in a room quite like this one before and it made me feel triumphant that I’d risen above what the expectations were in my family unit. They’d all called me crazy for not wanting a normal profession, but I pursued what made me the happiest in life and what would in the end be the most fulfilling. This lifestyle wasn’t what it was all about, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t nice to feel like a Queen every once and awhile.

“One bed,” I noted, straying into the bedroom and dropping my bags by the door. “Is that alright?” Norman questioned, gliding quickly behind me and placing his hands on my hips. Turning in his arms I smiled, kissing his lips chastely. “It’s great,” I reassured, even though I didn’t think it was necessary for the three of us to sleep together all weekend. “What are ya waiting for Reedus?!” I heard Sean bellow and before I knew it I was being lifted off my feet unexpectedly. “OH MY GOD!” I squealed, feeling my heart beat escalate. In an instant my body was caressed by the softness of the goose down comforter on the large king sized bed, making the most minor of thuds against fabric. Sean hovered over me, flipping me onto my back so that I was looking up into his crystal clear eyes.

“Almost gave me a heart attack!” I scolded, but began to laugh as he lifted my legs over his hips. “Stop!” I giggled, pushing on his abdomen as my smile expanded from ear to ear. “What’s the magic word?” he questioned as his muscular frame pressed downward onto my torso. “I don’t know!” I shook my head, unable to remember if we all ever had a code word or if he was just blowing smoke up my ass. “Oh come on! Don’t give up on me now!” he chuckled, trying to tickle me but my hands were now forcing him backward by way of gripping his forearms. “Sean get off! I’m going to kick your ass!” I threatened, but I knew I wouldn’t, he had me laughing too hard as he continued to fight me playfully. “If you tickle me….I swear to God, you know I hate it!” I squeaked, one of his arms getting free and his hand lightly tickling my ribcage. “SEAN STOP! I’ll pee!” I panted slightly, hearing them both laughing uncontrollably, Norman throwing himself onto the floor.

“No one wants you wetting the bed, girl!” I heard a familiar voice booming from the doorway and I was sure as shit who it was. “ROC!” I screamed from the bed, “Roc is that you?!” Trying to look around Sean’s frame I noticed our friend now embracing Norman for a quick hug, a smile on his bearded face. “The one and only,” Rocco nodded, heading over to the bed. “Kick his ass please!” I begged and he laughed, grabbing Sean by the back of the shirt and tugging backward hard. “Is that anyway to treat a lady?” he teased, letting go of Sean’s shirt as soon as his ass hit the floor. “Roc whose side are you on man?!” he grinned, standing up from the floor and embracing the taller man.

“You all know she’s my little Italian princess,” he chuckled, “us Dagos gotta stick together.” Sliding off of the bed, I immediately sped over to Rocco, throwing my arms around his neck, as he wrapped me up in his own burly embrace. “They’ve been mean to me,” I fake pouted, resting my cheek on his chest. “They’re jag-offs, you know this,” he consoled, kissing my temple before releasing me from the hug. “You know as well as I do that she’s a little harpie,” Norman joked, nudging me with his elbow before throwing his arm around my shoulders. Rolling my eyes I poked his ribcage with the tips of my fingers, forcing a little ow to escape his lips.

“So you three are in the city of sin,” Rocco began, “and trust me I’m glad I’ve been invited, but wrestling on the bed ain’t exactly my thing.” Resting my head on Norman’s shoulder, I wondered just what he had in store for us tonight. “What exactly is your thing, Roc?” I asked with a little smirk to my lips, wrapping one arm around Norman’s waist while my hand sat on my hip. “Well I’m only here for one night,” he informed, “so I’m thinking we head over to a real classy joint. Ladies choice of course.” “Of course,” I nodded, “What are my options?” Putting his hands up, the move making this seem like a huge ordeal, but then again Rocco was always dramatic when it came to his excitement. “It’s between the Spearmint Rhino or the Sapphire Las Vegas?”

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“This is the Spearmint Rhino!?” She practically stammered, cocking an eyebrow and shaking her head, “Unbelievable. A strip club….I don’t know what I thought it could have been. Of course.” Shaking my head I began to laugh, taking her hand into mine as we were being escorted into the VIP entrance. “You picked it,” I noted, shrugging my shoulders as the music began to fill our ears completely. “Yeah but I thought maybe it was a restaurant or something,” she explained, “I feel over dressed….or under dressed, I don’t know.” The dress she wore was short and black, clinging to her curves in all the right places. The red heels she wore on her feet matched the jewelry she wore around her neck and the lipstick that stained her perfect pout. She looked so sexy I could barely keep my eyes off of her, I wanted desperately to get a private room.

“You look sexy,” I whispered in her ear as we were being shown onto the main floor. My free hand slid down her back and rested on the curve of her ass, palming it. “Norm,” she practically whimpered, pushing her body closer to mine if that was at all possible. A smirk touched my lips as we sat down at the table right next to the stage area, noticing her settling down next to me and Rocco. “What can I get for you this evening?” The waiter asked, dressed a little too pristine to be in a strip club but this was of course higher end. “Let’s do a bottle of Patron with four shot glasses and uh,” I placed the order, “you know what make that two bottles of Patron. You guys good or ?” I smiled teasingly knowing that there would be no way in hell I’d be left standing if I alone consumed both bottles. “That sounds good,” she nodded, hearing an agreement from both Sean and Rocco. “I’ll be right back with that, Sir” the waiter announced, turning on his heal and heading off to the bar.

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After the fifth shot of Patron we were all feeling the icy liquid course through our veins. Our cheeks flushed and our bodies now swaying to the music overhead, goofy grins on our lips as we played a little game of have you ever. “I’ve never had sex in a bathroom before,” she giggled playfully, Norman and I quickly shotgunning another round of Patron. “You boys are bad,” she exclaimed, gripping Rocco’s arm, “at least I know you’re not as dirty as those dogs.” Rolling my eyes I leaned forward, resting my hands on the table. “I’ve never had sex in a private dance room of a strip club,” I challenged, taking another shot as that was obviously a lie. It happened once when I was younger, a dare from a few buddies at college. To my surprise however, Rocco was my only counterpart drinking, leaving me a bit slack-jawed.

“Never, Norm?” I questioned, “are ya sure?” Shaking his head, he shrugged lightly, stubbing his cigarette out in the Rhino shaped ashtray. “Never,” he nodded, leaning backward and spreading his arms out on the top of the booth. “Me either,” she announced, looking over at Norman and licking her lips seductively. Perhaps I was reading into it, but the pair seemed electric tonight, something I knew they both had always been with one another but had never really noticed full force until right now. “Interesting,” I muttered under my breath, reaching for the Jack and Coke I’d ordered soon after the third round of shots had ended. Taking a sip I watched as she stood up from the table and smoothed the back of her dress downward. “I wanna watch,” she stated, gesturing to the dancers giving it their all on stage.

In an instant we were all up and walking over to the stage, settling on the stools that were available around the bright track of lights. Reaching into my pocket I retrieved my wallet, handing her a few ones mixed in with maybe two or three fives. “Knock yourself out,” I smirked as her red painted fingertips gripped the green I had to offer. “Thank you Seany Baby,” she cooed, leaning in and kissing my lips gently. The kiss was subtle and short but I couldn’t help but feel the pressure even after she’d long since pulled away.

My hand rested on her lower back, unable to watch the dancers completely because I kept watching her. The way her face lit up as the women smiled and removed article after article of clothing. Grinding on the clear flooring of the stage, pulling their g-strings down reveling shaven flesh but only for mere seconds at a time. I’d seen all this before, seen the way each erotic dancer moved, this wasn’t new to me. What was however, was viewing it from her perspective, how the littlest thing entranced her and I knew she’d be talking about it later on tonight. “She’s beautiful,” she complimented, pointing to the redhead coming our way and settling right in front of Norman’s gaze. “Not like you,” I murmured but I’m sure she couldn’t hear me and maybe it was better off that way. “She’s yours,” Norman announced, signaling for the girl to slide down in front of our brunette friend. “Don’t be shy,” he smirked, guiding her hand in sliding a cool dollar bill into the bikini cut strap at the young woman’s hip.

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“I wanna dance,” she announced, pouting slightly after all of the dollar bills had been given away. “Not on that stage,” Sean shook his head, polishing off his Jack and Coke while I finished up my third cigarette of the night. “Why not?” she asked, her attitude changing some seeing as she was giving in to her alcohol induced high. “You’re too beautiful to be a stripper for these assholes,” Rocco countered and I gave him a thankful nod knowing she always seemed to listen to our big, Italian friend. In a way, I knew they viewed each other like a father and daughter relationship. The fact made me smile knowing she needed a solid guy like Rocco in her life when it came to matters such as this. Her own father had abandoned her long again, so the three of us had become her sanctuary.

“I’m going to get another drink,” Sean decided, standing up from the stool being followed by Rocco. Leaning forward I brushed my lips against her neck, causing her to shiver and smile. “I don’t want other men seeing your body,” I breathed into her hair, “that’s why I don’t want you dancing on stage.” Pulling back I watched her reaction closely, her eyebrow cocking before she turned her entire body to face me. “You want me all to yourself, is that it?” she questioned, placing both palms onto my thighs and licking those plump lips before biting down hard on the lower. “Maybe,” I shrugged, “but I know you won’t let me have you. Alone that is.”

Her facial expression changed some as she crossed one leg over the other granting my a sneak peek between her creamy thighs. “I never said that,” she quipped, snaking the toe of her red heel up my pant leg. “Oh no?” I questioned, tilting my head to the side and trying my best not to get too excited. “Nope,” she replied, popping the p, as she stood up from the stool. “I want to dance,” she whispered, bending forward and kissing my cheek sensually. “I want to give you a private dance, Mr. Reedus,” she smirked, “so are you in or are you out?”

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Everything happened in a fever, our movements seeming rushed as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me off to the back of the club. Taking a flight of stairs we reached what appeared to be a secluded hallway, a man standing at the entrance eying us. “Private room?” he asked, to which Norman nodded and we both followed the employee down the dimly lit walk way. The door at the end of the hall was metal and decorated with what appeared to be animal print. It swung open with a key that the tall gentleman handed to Norman as we entered.

The room was rather large with a wrap around couch and bamboo table in the center. The decor was very safari but in an exotic sort of way, making you feel as if you were out in the amazon or rain forest. The walls trickled water behind a thin layer of glass and at one end a large, cylinder shaped fishtank was built into the textured wall. The room was lit accordingly, the lights available for manipulation if one so chose to do so. The music wasn’t as loud as out on the floor, but it was still enough for the bass to filter into your nervous system, shaking you lightly. I’d never been in a place such as this, the room foreign and yet majestic to me. I never noticed the door locking behind me or that we were completely alone until I felt Norman’s hot breath at the back of my neck.

“Dance for me,” he commanded rather than asked and I felt a wave of wetness flood the thin lace of my panties. He moved around me and sat on the sofa facing me, his hand reaching into his pocket pulling out a pack of Parliaments and a lighter. Swiftly, he stuck the cigarette between his lips and lit the tip, the flame glowing in the dim light and the smoke shrouding him in an air of mystery. Watching him indulge in such a bad habit should have repulsed me and yet it turned me on. The man had always smoked to my knowledge and for some odd reason it also seemed to bewitch me.

As the dance song played from the speakers, my hands slid down my body, my feet carrying me to where Norman sat observing my every move. I took the beat slowly, giving him a show that no stripper could ever provide as well as I could. My hands braced the couch beside his thighs, arms lowering my ass right above his lap, barely grinding against his stiffening manhood. “Don’t touch,” I warned, knowing he was about to rest his hands on my hips, but I liked much better making him wait for it. Leaning backward, my lips mere inches from his, we began to breathe the same air. His mouth dropped open slightly and the smoke billowed out and into mine. The move was erotic and sensual, that grey cloud being shared between us like a forbidden secret.

“Bend over,” he instructed as I stood up from his lap, soon obeying his command. “Touch the fucking floor,” he growled and I whimpered slightly wanting nothing more than to please him in this moment. My hands grabbed my ankles leaving me completely exposed and at his mercy, the smoke from his cigarette still fanning out around the room. I shivered as I felt his hand tugging down my panties, forcing the material down to my calves. “Spread your legs a little bit for me, baby,” he urged, licking his lips, relaxing into the dark leather of the couch. “Show me,” he continued and I knew exactly what he wanted and I’d admit now that I loved the feeling of being dominated by this man entirely.

One hand slid between my parted thighs, fingers passing over my wet slit before parting my pussy lips reveling my pink center. I moaned quietly, trying to rock my hips back and forth inconspicuously but I didn’t want him to notice; figuring he might have been in the mood to punish. I knew Norman was into those types of things, simply because we’d discussed it once and I’d be lying if I said a little chill didn’t run through me at the hope that he was playing at that right now. Glancing over my shoulder I watched him as he leaned forward, removing the cigarette from between his lips with deft fingers and blowing the cloud of smoke out in what seemed like slow motion. I felt the warm breeze hit my exposed core, causing me to mewl with pleasure, eyes closing for a second and mouth opening in agonizing awe.

Eyelashes fluttered as eyelids opened, my entire body on fire but with pulsing electric from head to my crimson painted toes. In that moment I felt as if everything had stopped around us, the only thing in my ears was the building bass line of the electronic hit by the band Prodigy and the only thing in my sights was the man before me. “Take them off,” I half pleaded, my throat scratchy from my mouth being so damn dry. His head tilted upward and I could feel the daggering stare from behind those dark lenses. The hand that was free from his cigarette lifted and his fingers grasped the sides of those black Ray Bans, pulling the sunglasses from his handsome face. My palm enclosed around my sex as our eyes met, those oceanic spheres piercing into my very soul. “Can you cum now?” he questioned and I nodded, sliding my palm in two swift motions across my pussy before feeling that orgasmic rush pound from deep within.

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The sticky wetness slid down her thighs, soaking her hand as her knees buckled slightly. Dropping my sunglasses on the seat next to me, I quickly stubbed my cigarette out on the arm of the couch. Licking my lips I took to my knees, my hands grasping her thick thighs, my tongue running from behind her knee upward. Her inner thighs tasted of citrus and cream, a heady combination if you asked me. My head was spinning, a mixture of the smoke and her natural scent infiltrating into my nostrils. I closed my eyes for a moment, taking it all in before my tongue flicked over her dripping slit. Back and forth, I coated my tongue with her sweet juices, moaning as the liquid dripped down the back of my throat. “Norman,” she panted, slender fingers traveling into my messy strands of hair and mussing them slightly before tugging. One of her hands rested on the table before us, keeping her steady as my mouth completely engulfed her perfect cunt.

“Cum for me baby,” I prompted, sucking and licking every little nerve ending between her supple thighs. “Cum all over my face,” I encouraged, gazing upward into dark orbs, the stance I was in looked as if I was praying to God above. Truth was I hadn’t had a true God for a long time, until I finally found religion inside of her the night before, I never thought I’d ever make it to heaven but Lord knew I had then. Right now she tasted sweeter than those heavens and her delicious pussy was hotter than the depths of any hell I’d ever traveled to.

Hands rose upward to grab her hips, forcing her core harder onto my hungry mouth. Tongue delving deep inside her spasming inner walls as my nose rubbed her little bundle of nerves, forcing her to climax right then and there. The nectar cascaded onto my face, coating my mouth and dripped down my chin, sliding like a stream down my throat. Just as I thought she would topple forward, I rose to my feet, grasping her sex with my own large palm. A gasp escaped her as I turned her in my arms so that she could face me completely, our eyes falling in deeply to the others intense gaze. “Let me fuck you,” I was the one pleading this time, knowing the rules but I didn’t care, I needed her to break them for me.

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“Yes,” I whispered, unable to look away from his stare, needing him in this moment like I needed oxygen. My hands knotted in his hair in a matter of seconds, my tongue traveling from his throat upward over his jaw. My arousal matted his facial hair and I couldn’t help but suck on his chin, tasting myself mixed with his own personal flavor. “You like the way you taste baby?” he smirked, my teeth nibbling his lower lip forcing that smirk right off his face. His hand was soon around my throat and I gasped, not out of fear but out of need, I wanted him in this way terribly; I wanted to hurt.

“You’re a very bad girl,” he scolded, the look of pure sadistic thoughts arising through sky blue irises. “You like to bite?” he questioned, leading me by my neck as he sat down on the couch once more, forcing me into his lap. Legs straddling either side of his thighs, my head nodding in answer. “I bite harder,” he pushed out through gritted teeth, leaning forward and sinking his teeth into the top of my left breast as they billowed from the top of my dress. “FUCK!” I screeched, feeling the pain deep in my core, my eyes popping open and glancing to my chest. The skin was already beginning to redden, teeth marks visible. “Again?” he asked, and like a crazy woman I nodded, a glutton for punishment I suppose.

Those teeth sank into my right breast this time around, puncturing my flesh, the burn of the tare sending a chill down my spine. Our gazes settled on my abused skin, blood rising to the surface but his tongue quickly licked it away. “Are you going to hurt me?” I wondered, the innocence in my eyes, but I knew I wanted this. “Do you want me to?” he asked, running the back of his hand over my flushed cheek. “I think so,” I answered truthfully, “do you want to?” Without answering he pulled down the top of my dress exposing my buxom breasts, before his hands hiked up the bottom portion of the dark fabric. My ankles shook my panties from around one stubborn heeled shoe. His hand moved to my neck once again, his lips trailing opened mouthed kisses up to my ear.

“Yes,” he whispered, my entire body shutting down before rebooting into a pleasurable overdrive. My fingers threaded in his hair, pulling his face back so that my mouth could simply claim his own lips. The kiss was hungry and aggressive, he sent angry into my mouth, passion, rage, jealousy. I tasted every emotion he wanted to convey on his tongue, the roughness of all of this forcing me to moan wildly. “Norman,” I panted, hearing the clicking of his belt and the whip like sound of the leather being removed from belt loops. “You trust me?”

Looking down onto the man before me, I traced his face with my fingertips. His scars looking so beautiful to me, his everything was my weakness. “Yes,” I confirmed, closing my eyes as his hands slid my arms behind my back. The belt came next around my wrists, the metal of the buckle pinching my skin. The sound of his zipper sliding down and the shuffle underneath me meant that he was preparing himself for the war between our bodies. Suddenly I shivered, feeling the tip of his cock at my entrance, my dark eyes casting downward to watch his thick member part my outer lips and pass into my tight, warm channel. “Oh God,” I bit out, rocking my hips instinctively, feeling just how deep he could force himself inside me.

One of his hands slid down my back and gripped my bound hands, the other large palm eclipsed my throat, his mouth back on mine in seconds. Thumb pressed downward against my vocal cords, a terrifying reality settling in that he could truly hurt me if he wanted to, but I knew he never would. We’d only take this as far as either of us would allow, and tonight I was feeling fearless. Bucking his hips upward I cried out louder than before, feeling as if there was no more room within my womb for his cock to penetrate. Teeth once again finding skin to conquer, sinking into the flesh of my neck after sucking and prepping the area. The leather at my wrists rubbed terribly but I enjoyed the uncomfortableness of it all. Everything about this moment made me hot, my wetness practically pouring from my sex. It would only be a matter of time before we both met our end.

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With one finally thrust I saw blackness before my eyes, an infinite depth that consumed me with orgasmic euphoria. Her inner walls shudder around my cock, milking me, tightening and constricting around the skin of my manhood as she came powerfully. The hot jets of my cum exploded deep inside her womb, the feeling of being able to release inside her was a mind-numbing pleasure I longed for for what felt like forever.

And just like that I needed her arms around me, needed to feel the intimacy more than ever. My hands unbuckled my belt from around her wrists giving them absolute freedom. Just as I suspected she swung them around my neck, mouth impaling mine, tongues swirling together but at a slower pace. My fingertips slid down her sides, caressing her gently, showing her that I also could be gentle and tender. I wanted to give her both aspects of myself; loving and cruel, because I knew deep down that’s exactly what she wanted. What she would need.

Foreheads resting together as we panted wildly, a smile touching her lips and with a kiss from her gentle mouth, I was experiencing it too. “Norman,” she breathed, “that was……..” But I pressed my finger to her lips, silencing her before she could utter another word. “Don’t,” I whispered, “I don’t want anything to disturb this moment…..I just want to be with you.”

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Sweeter than Heaven & Hotter than Hell - Part 3: Into the Darkness

Oh God this writing is good you guys, making myself hot

.357 Magnum Colt Python

pervertsofcolor: sugar-nextdoor: Me. Should I be this turned...

bonesarecoralmade: Only-begotten, Pluto’s honor’d wife, O...

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septumizedcouture: *sighs* i love every little thing about...

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"I think it’s intoxicating when somebody is so unapologetically who they are."

holy fuck, you are an amazing writer like holy fuckin shit I'm like a dog in heat right now

loveitloveitloveit omgomgomgomg <3 Gahhh so jealous of Ms. Lady. ;)

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ROCCO??? OMG GIRL YOU'RE KILLING ME!!!! :DDDD

It has been posted!

vialactea: Smack My Bitch Up - The Prodigy

Sweeter than Heaven & Hotter than Hell - Part 3: Into the Darkness

Oh God this writing is good you guys, making myself hot

septumizedcouture: sighs i love every little thing about...