Chapter 12

Ranold Hamilton quietly said, "Oh, hello," and gently pulled me to him by placing his hand on my lower back. "You're late."

"He didn't wear any lingerie," Jane erotically said, winking at my husband and heading into the hall.

I flushed. We remained close to the stairwell.

"Really?" He looked at me and inquired, slightly arching his brows.

Before I had a chance to respond, I felt his warm hand on my arm, slipping to my wrist and grabbing it. He then took me by the hand and forced me to lower my arms so that my entire body was visible.

He leaned in close and said, "You look wonderful," in a low, soothing voice that made me shiver a little. "Do you remember the winner's advantage?"

'Fuck!.. I totally forgot,' flashed across my head, and I briefly closed my eyes.

He gave me a glass of champagne and said, "My wish. Drink this, darling."

"Okay..." That wasn't nearly as horrible as I thought.

What could possibly happen with just one glass of sparkling wine? I drank it all at once, and we then moved into the spacious hall where people were gathered in small groups and seated on sofas. It appeared to be a private gathering to which only those who were invited were allowed to attend. My body became immediately warm from the alcohol I had drunk. I was no longer ashamed by my appearance. I felt the warm hand squeezing mine firmly from below as it crept up into the folds of my clothing.

Ranold Hamilton introduced me to a variety of people. There were a lot of them, however I can't recall their names. They were all renowned or wealthy, whether they were young, old, attractive, or handsome. They ranged in status from CEOs to those who ran their own companies. Seeing so many people in one location really startled me. There was a lot of pleasant conversation, soft music, and champagne, which Ranold Hamilton always offered me as soon as I completed the previous glass. I ate a lot of snacks while seated close to the table even though I was feeling a little lightheaded.

We then started dancing, though I can't recall exactly how. While watching other couples dance, I could feel my husband's hot, powerful hands on my body. His left hand was lovingly caressing me from behind as his right hand held my left hand in its grasp. I felt the warmth of his body through our clothes because I was so close to him, nearly leaning on him. I had my hand on his shoulder and my eyes were closed. I was trying to push him a little while keeping in mind that he was still my husband, Ranold Hamilton.

"I feel... woozy," We were carefully walking over one spot when I muttered. "I'd like to sit on the... sofa..."

He finally released me go after whispering back, "Okay."

I took a step forward as I sensed an odd feeling inside. As if I hadn't slept for three days prior, my eyes were just beginning to close. My legs started to feel weak as I took a further step. Just staying was difficult.

"Three..."

"Two..."

"One..."

When his husband fell unconscious and ended up in someone's hands, Ranold Hamilton stealthily glanced at his watch.

"Oh, my god..." said the man who was holding the unconscious Olivier. "What happened?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Ranold Hamilton apologized as he carefully picked up his husband. "It's because of the champagne. I warned him not to drink too much. Seems like he wasn't listening."

"Oh, Mr. Hamilton, don't worry. It's alright, "The man responded.

Ranold Hamilton walked out of the hallway holding his husband in his arms and saying, "I'll take him to the bedroom."

***

It was late at night when I got up. I was in the bedroom. I can lastly recall the face of the stranger in front of me before losing consciousness.

'There was something in the champagne. I couldn't fall asleep that quickly.' I considered standing on my legs. My shoes were near the bed, and my corset was no longer around my waist. I could hear the boisterous music downstairs. I put on my shoes and headed out the door. My room was dark, so I was taken aback when I opened the door and saw the sparkling light. There was also loud dancing music playing, giving the impression that I was in a nightclub. Everyone was having fun and dancing.

It appeared that there were even more people than before. Many young girls and boys were dressed in very exposed clothing. Even some of them had no tops. I realized that the party's best part had already started.

I only needed some water. As I made my way downstairs, I passed several couples who were hugging and kissing. The music was louder down there. I entered a stupid dancing crowd when I heard the heavy drums. I was squeezing through people in an effort to see something that resembled a table, food, or perhaps a kitchen.

A girl immediately appeared close to me and yelled, "A new here?" She quickly snorted the line and gave me a curious glance. "Wanna unwind?"

She started to cuddle me, and I just shook my head.

I pushed her back and whispered, "W-wait."

I felt myself being pulled back into the crowd as she said, "Just relax, dude," while licking her lips.

I made an effort to flee, but everyone was dancing wildly everywhere. No one could hear me since the music was playing so loudly. I started dancing with the girl. As though she didn't want me to leave, she was constantly stroking my body and attempting to hold my hands. I started dancing wanting to show her that I was having a good time. She gave me a friendly smile before blending into the crowd. I eventually sighed and turned around when another boy kissed me on the lips. I could taste cocaine in my mouth. I tried to push him away, but all he did was give me a wide-eyed smile.

I knew he was stoned. The white powder was applied in a line with his finger on his tongue. I turned around, but he drew me close to himself and gave me a cheeky, passionate kiss that made me even wince. But I already had a certain amount of cocaine in my blood. And I was suddenly imbued with his tongue. We kissed a lot and then danced a lot. We were so near to each other that I could even smell his perfume as we rubbed at each other's body. It was insufficient because I desired more. I was perspiring and I was itching to dance. I was bursting with energy.

"I need more!" I seized him by his belt and yelled that straight at him.

He poured the white powder from the packet into his lips. He gave me a kiss after that. I grabbed his hair and sucked in as much cocaine as I could. That cocaine tasted harsh. My mouth got numb because it was so bitter and repulsive. The impact, though, was amazing. Everything was lost on me. I was dancing like the only person in the world because I was so thrilled.

I kissed that boy so frequently that I felt my entire body numb. I enjoyed his careful, delicate touch on my body, but I needed... I yearned for more. I desired to have someone's hot hands grab my waist. I yearned for someone to give my neck, back, and shoulder a passionate kiss. I yearned for a tight embrace, for something to feel inside of me, and for someone to do both. I started groaning incoherently and patting my body with my hands because I was so intensely horny. I backed up and struck someone in the chest.

Even after being drugged, I awoke to that familiar voice saying, "Like my cocaine, do you? It certainly is the best in the United States."

His grip on me was so firm that I instinctively moved forward and moaned.

I said "No," yet his presence made me more sober.

I put a lot of effort even though my attempts were simply flimsy movements.

"Didn't you think of me?" His hands slipped up my hips, fondling my testicles, before squeezing the dickhead and causing me to squirm and groan.

I replied with a shaking voice, "No."

'Fuck!' My body yearned for him so desperately. I couldn't help but press against his hips, feeling the firm cock in his pants.

He kissed me on my neck greedily and whispered, "Even among all these people, your smell is the greatest."

"Fuck..." I shuddered as I felt his hand wank me.

Fucking, alpha! When his second hand finally touched my chest, I screamed aloud. That's not fair. He's familiar with all of my haunts...'

I sank into his hands, pressing firmly against his chest while inhaling forcefully and repeatedly. He was kissing my neck, stroking my nipples, and jerking me off. So hot and so docile, that was my body. Despite the fact that I detested it to the very core of my conscious mind, I was simultaneously loving it. I was attempting to get closer to him by caressing his dick by myself. He was stoned too, I knew it. His movements were unusual. He kissed me, and I felt it to be bitter We were both moving slowly due to the drugs, so he kissed me passionately and urgently as though he wanted to extend the kiss.

Everything therein was a lie. We took it seriously and did what it said. My lips, dick, and ass were all dripping with moisture. We were both insane, and we liked it. I ran my fingertips along his hands. I was grasping them and getting a rush from realizing Ranold Hamilton was caressing my body with his hands. Of course, the reason I followed him was to try to push his hands away, but I always failed. I was so honest and upfront with him, and I was afraid of it. But at that moment, consciousness was not necessary. We had a more exciting task at hand.

I trembled as his hot dick leaned on my hips. I trembled and drew nearer to my husband. I backed up when he slid his cock inside, eager to be filled with his dick. We were shagging like there was no tomorrow. I was writhing loudly among the yelling people as he squeezed my thighs and ass.

Goddamn, I wanted him so badly. so desperately as if it were our final day on the planet. I was totally his when we were fucking. Everyone around us was also high and on drugs, including us both. The air was filled with the pungent smell of sperm, sex, and various perfumes. Ransom and plague were entangled in a huge mess. His fucking enormous dick was so fantastic that I couldn't help but want it more and more. I was leaking within and squeezing. I could feel grease on my thighs. Even more so, I could feel it on my leg. As if there were anything I want more than him.

Together, we came. We were knocked off our feet by the abrupt orgasm. I felt good while he had me in such a close embrace. Thrilled and fucked.

He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me to my feet as he commanded, "Do not let it out."

Still moaning like crazy, I grasped his shoulders. We were moving upstairs.