Seven: Temptation in Velvet Shadows

Adam Lewiston

The night was cold, and the dimness of my office mirrored the stormy clouds swirling angrily outside my glass wall. I stared into the tempest, watching the relentless rain cascade from the sky, accompanied by the loud reverberations of thunder and the ominous flashes of lightning that painted the dark landscape. It was a night that beckoned for warmth, yet instead, I took a long, measured sip of my whiskey, its amber liquid calming my thoughts as I glanced at my gold wristwatch.

The night was still young, ripe with possibility, and I found myself drawn to the idea of visiting an old friend. I smoothed my tailored blood red tie, adjusted my cufflinks, and stepped out into the opulent hallway of my office floor. As I walked, I was greeted by the bright smiles of my employees—beautiful women who worked under me. Their expressions, at once friendly and flirtatious, ignited a familiar thrill within me. It was a fact I could no longer deny: despite the professional structure we maintained, a part of them wished to cross that line—a notion that flattered me, and one I often indulged in.

I noticed a few women intentionally draw attention to themselves, unbuttoning their blouses just enough to reveal enticing glimpses of cleavage. Once, the sight would have set my heart racing, but as the weeks turned into months, I had grown weary of the same old game. What was it about the thrill of the chase, the novelty of surprise—the allure of someone new—that now captivated me? I waved amiably, concealing a twinge of annoyance beneath a practiced smile, acknowledging their presence without engaging.

Just as I turned left, I spotted my loyal butler, James, and my ever-efficient secretary, Ms. Chavez, patiently waiting for me. They matched my stride as we approached the elevator, the polished walls of the corridor reflecting our images like a surreal tableau.

“Ms. Chavez,” I said in the calm, cool tone I had perfected over the years. Her brunette hair was neatly tied into a professional bun, and her light brown eyes sparkled with confidence behind her stylish glasses. “Do I have any other appointments tonight?”

“No, sir,” she replied promptly, her voice steady and sure, “You have no other appointments left for this evening.”

I felt a flicker of satisfaction at her efficiency. As we reached the elevator, I lifted a brow at her, impressed by how effortlessly she managed my schedule.

“Good. You may take your leave now. Thank you for your service today, Ms. Chavez. Have a good night.” I stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding closed, separating me from the office space that buzzed with life. As James pressed the ground floor button, I felt the weight of the decisions ahead, the dim light above flickering as if pondering my fate.

The elevator hummed softly as it descended, the only sound cutting through the storm’s fury. I stared at my reflection in the polished metal, the glint of my tie serving as a reminder of the world I was leaving behind. The city sprawled beneath me, a chaotic jumble of lives intertwined, dreams sought and dashed, each light in the distance a story waiting to unfold.

As always, my butler maintained a respectful silence. James had been with me for years, a loyal shadow with an uncanny ability to understand my unspoken desires. Tonight, however, felt different. I could sense the storm brewing not just outside but deep within me, challenging my usual detachment, gnawing at my perception of what truly mattered.

When the elevator doors slid open to the lobby, they revealed a scene bathed in the golden light of the streetlamps outside. Raindrops raced down the glass façade of the building, and for a moment, I lingered on the threshold, watching as the world pulsed with life, oblivious to my internal strife.

As I crossed the lobby, I caught sight of my Black Mercedes-Benz car idling by the entrance, the driver waiting patiently beneath an umbrella. I stepped outside, feeling the cool rain hitting my skin, invigorating me in a way the amber liquid had failed to do. I slipped into the backseat, the leather embracing me as the driver maneuvered toward my destination.

...

I stepped into the Elysium Club, the kind of establishment that breathed danger and temptation in equal measure. Owned by my enigmatic confidant, Conrad, it was a sanctuary for the powerful and the ruthless—Mafias, crime lords, billionaires, and those who thrived in the murkiest depths of society. It was a place where the glimmer of wealth was often accompanied by shadows that twisted and turned like the minds of those who frequented it.

As the sleek car rolled to a stop at the entrance, my driver pulled the brake with a quiet finality. James, my ever-dutiful butler, opened the door with a slight bow, his expression as composed as ever. I could feel the weight of the night pressing against my suit, which was tailored to perfection, and I adjusted the lapels as I stepped outside. The sharpness of the evening air was refreshing, but it couldn’t distract me from the unpredictable energy thrumming through the Elysium's façade. Behind me, James and my bodyguard Alfred followed closely, their presence a silent reinforcement of my authority.

The club's interior was a fever dream of opulence and excess. Elite patrons swirled in a chaotic ballet—some engaged in hushed conversations, meticulously plotting their next move or closing dubious deals, while others leaned into the thrill of the night, gambling with both money and reputation. Around them, a cast of seductive hired companions flitted like moths to the flame, drawing giggles and whispered secrets amid the clinking of glasses and the distant strains of sultry jazz.

I navigated the crowded space with purpose, my footsteps resonating against the marble floor, cold and unwavering. I wore my usual mask of stoicism, an armor that warded off the unwelcome chit-chat of the curious, ensuring no one dared approach unless summoned. The deeper into the club I went, the more I felt the allure of its hidden perils beckoning me.

As I rounded the corner of the opulent hall, I collided unexpectedly with a young man, prompting a momentary jolt in my otherwise steady course. He nearly stumbled, but before he could hit the ground, Alfred’s quick reflexes prevented a fall, grounding us both in our respective realities.

The young man lifted his gaze, wide hazel eyes shimmering with a vulnerability that caught me off guard. Black hair hung slightly in disarray, framing a delicate face blushed with a hint of embarrassment. His frame was slender and slightly shorter than my own—perhaps around 5'7'—dressed in a stylish all-white ensemble made up of three main pieces: a cropped V-neck top with delicate lace detailing, a pair of high-waisted embroidered trousers, and a long, sheer lace robe that flows to the ground. The look is completed with sleek white boots.

“I’m sorry,” he uttered hurriedly, embarrassment spilling from his voice as he straightened, eager to disappear back into the crowd.

But I couldn’t shake the hold he had on me; something about this fleeting encounter ignited a spark within, a blend of curiosity and intrigue that I hadn’t expected. My gaze followed him for a moment longer as he hurried away, the rhythm of the night around me fading into a distant hum. Something interesting had entered my world—something worth pursuing.

I strode confidently through the dimlit hall, an amused smirk playing on my lips as I dismissed the intrusive thoughts that threatened to cloud my mind. The VIP Room was my destination, a sanctuary of indulgence just waiting to be unlocked. I paused before a striking red door emblazoned with a golden plaque declaring “VIP ROOM.” A moment later, James swung it open for me.

As I stepped inside, the scene that unfolded before me was equal parts shocking and enthralling. There, in the midst of the plush surroundings, was Conrad—my confidant and polar opposite. With his tousled blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, he bore a striking resemblance to a young Brad Pitt. His mischievous grin hinted at the playful nature that kept our friendship vibrant. But right now, he was fully engrossed, completely naked, entangled in an unrestrained display of passion with our mutual friends, Benedict and Benjamin.

Benedict was perched atop Conrad, moving with an uninhibited rhythm, while Benjamin leaned in to shower kisses on Conrad’s torso, their bodies entwined in a primal dance of lust. It was a sight that would normally stir a sense of excitement in anyone else, but for me, it felt oddly ordinary. Such scenes were par for the course at our gatherings in the chaos of Elysium.

I settled into a luxurious sofa, the plush fabric enveloping me as I waved a dismissive hand at Alfred and James, signaling them to leave us be. My fingers curled around the stem of a crystal wine glass, and I poured myself a generous serving, crossing my legs, resting my arm along the sofa's back, and leaning back with an air of casual nonchalance. The antics unfolding on the king-sized bed were as messy as they were enthralling; my friends were like wild animals, completely lost in the throes of their own desires.

Conrad’s gaze flickered towards me, his eyebrows arching twice in a teasing invitation, accompanied by a slow lick of his lips that hinted at mischief. I responded with a playful smirk and raised a middle finger, an unspoken challenge to his reckless abandon, my way of maintaining some semblance of control in this chaotic whirlwind.

As I set my glass down and loosened my tie, a wave of heat surged through me—not entirely due to the display before me. Despite the sensual chaos around me, my thoughts drifted back to the young man I had encountered earlier that evening. His eyes, had captured my attention in a way I hadn’t anticipated. It was a memory that lingered, hovering just beyond my grasp, teasing me as the night wore on.

...

Conrad stood before me, bare and unapologetically confident, the remnants of his earlier rendezvous with Benedict and Benjamin still lingering in the air. His physique was striking, muscles taut and glistening as he savored a glass of wine, the crimson liquid contrasting vividly with his smooth skin.

"You look a bit bored," he quipped, a playful glint dancing in his eyes as he took another sip. With a wry smile, he gestured toward my expression, mimicking my serious demeanor. "And if I had to guess, you're here for more than just idle chit-chat."

Benedict leaned back, arms crossed, a smirk plastered across his face. "Let me guess, another contract cut short because your latest plaything fell head over heels for you," he mocked, his tone dripping with irony.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their teasing, taking a measured sip of my own wine. "Poor thing," Benjamin chimed in, his voice laced with faux sympathy.

"Alright, enough of this," Conrad interjected, struggling to suppress a laugh. He shot a warning glance at our friends, a silent plea for them to dial it back. With a subtle gesture, he summoned his guards, instructing them to bring in the next arrival as he expelled a cloud of cigarette smoke.

"You’re in luck," Conrad said, his voice lowering conspiratorially. "I have a new, rather eager young man in town just waiting for you."

"What do you mean?" I enquired, maintaining my calm and serious demeanor, though a flicker of intrigue sparked within me.

Conrad leaned in, his breath warm against my cheek. "You'll see," he whispered, playfully tapping my cheek twice with his palm, leaving me both puzzled and curious as to what he had planned.

Suddenly, the door swung open with a suddenness that caught our attention, and we found ourselves turning our heads towards the source of the disturbance. To our surprise, it was the young man I had bumped into earlier, his presence now arousing curiosity rather than irritation. His eyes darted around the room, eventually landing on me, his expression a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

Conrad, took it upon himself to bridge the gap between us. With a warm smile, he approached the young man, his arm draped casually over the young man's shoulder. "Come in, Lu," he said, his voice echoing a warm welcome. The young man's cheeks flushed a deep red as he noticed Conrad's state of undress, his eyes widening at the sight of Conrad's erect dick. Conrad, ever the embodiment of nonchalance, merely chuckled and offered an apology. "I apologize for the vulgarity of my actions, but please, get used to this," he said, his tone light and playful.

My gaze was drawn to the young man, his eyes avoiding mine. He seemed to be a bundle of nerves, his gaze darting around the room as if seeking an escape. His anxiety was palpable, his discomfort evident in his stiff posture and rapid breaths. Intrigued, I decided to engage him in conversation. "What's your name?" I asked, my voice steady and deep.

The young man hesitated before responding, his voice soft and barely audible. "Lillium, but everyone calls me Lu," he replied, his gaze still fixed on the floor. I could see the fear in his eyes, the uncertainty that clouded his judgment. He was clearly out of his depth, a lamb among wolves.

"Look at me," I commanded, my voice firm yet gentle. He hesitated for a moment before complying, his hazel eyes meeting my gray ones. There was a spark of curiosity in his gaze, a flicker of interest that piqued my own. "What do you think, Adam?" Conrad asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"This guy," I began, a smirk playing on my lips, "he seems to have no idea what he's doing. He seems clueless about what he's getting into." Conrad chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Do you even know how to give a satisfying blow job?" I asked Lu, my gaze never leaving his.

There was a moment of silence before Lu nodded, his response hesitant. "Show me," I ordered, my gaze shifting to Conrad. "Blow him," I added, my tone leaving no room for argument. Lu hesitated, his eyes filled with uncertainty. But then, to my surprise, he knelt down in front of Conrad, his hands gently wrapping around Conrad's shaft. I watched him, my heart pounding in my chest as he began to stroke Conrad, his movements slow and deliberate.

Conrad moaned, his eyes closing in pleasure as Lu's tongue started to explore his body. Lu started at Conrad's balls, his tongue tracing a path up Conrad's shaft. I watched, entranced, as Conrad's moans filled the room, his body trembling with pleasure.

I was so engrossed in watching Liu pleasure Conrad that I didn't notice my own body's reaction. I was having a boner, the first time I had ever had such a reaction just from watching others.

Conrad couldn't contain his pleasure any longer. He cupped Lu's head, pushing him deeper, causing Lu to choke. Lu pushed Conrad away, taking a moment to catch his breath before swallowing him whole again.

I watched as Lu's hands stroked Conrad's shaft, the other squeezing his balls while his mouth pleasured him. The room was filled with the sound of Conrad's moans, his pleasure evident in every gasp and groan.

As I watched Lu pleasure Conrad, I realized that there was more to him than met the eye. He was a paradox, a mix of innocence and raw sexuality. He was a mystery that I was determined to unravel.

Conrad's moans had grown louder, echoing through the room. Lu's rhythm had gradually increased, his movements more fervent as he continued to pleasure Conrad. I could not help but watch Lu, his expressions captivating me as he engaged in the intimate act. His face was a canvas of concentration and desire, a sight that was both mesmerizing and awe-inspiring. Benedict and Benjamin, unable to resist the allure of the scene, had moved closer to Conrad. They both began to tease and suck on Conrad's nipples, their mouths adding to the symphony of pleasure that filled the room.

The scene was wild, a whirlwind of passion and desire that was almost overwhelming. Yet, my focus remained solely on Lu. His angelic expression was one of pure concentration, his movements fluid and skillful. I was utterly fascinated by his ability to bring Conrad to the brink of ecstasy, his skill a testament to his experience.

"Ugh! Fuck, I'm almost there!" Conrad's voice was strained, his breathing heavy as he neared his climax. He pushed Lu's head deeper, his grip tightening as he prepared for his release. Lu, maintained his pace, his mouth working tirelessly to bring Conrad to his peak.

With a final groan, Conrad reached his climax. Lu pulled away, a smirk playing on his lips as he swallowed the evidence of Conrad's pleasure. The room was silent for a moment, the air filled with the aftermath of their shared moment. Lu looked up, his eyes meeting mine, a spark of mischief and satisfaction dancing in their depths. The scene had reached its climax, leaving us all breathless and wanting more. The night was still young, and there was no telling what other pleasures awaited us.