She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 397: Dinner With The Monster(4)

Lydia wheeled back into the Presidential Suite, her heart fluttering with anticipation as she pushed a small service cart ahead.

A few neatly folded garments rested on it, along with extra towels, a bottle of ice-cold sparkling water, and various amenities she'd gathered thoughtfully... in case they wanted more later.

She froze the instant she entered the suite.

Unmistakable wet, rhythmic noises drifted from the dining area.

"Gluck... gluck... gluck..." echoed, followed by a wet cough and a deep, throaty moan.

Lydia's heart pounded fiercely against her ribs. She grasped immediately what was unfolding.

Her initial urge was to spin around and exit. Interrupting guests in such a private moment was never wise. Yet she recalled Alex had instructed her to return with the details. Clearly, he had no issue with it.

He might even have intended for her to witness this.

She drew a deep breath to steady herself, then advanced the cart.

With each step, the sounds intensified, growing more lewd. Sloppy, eager slurps from a devoted mouth blended with soft, needy female whimpers and Alex's occasional low grunts.

Heat flooded Lydia's cheeks. Her thighs clenched together on instinct as she drew nearer, her pulse quickening from the forbidden thrill ahead.

She turned the corner, revealing the entire explicit scene.

Heena knelt naked between Alex's parted legs, her head moving steadily up and down as she engulfed his thick cock deeply. Saliva gleamed on her chin and trailed down his length.

Alex lounged back in his chair with ease, one hand loosely tangled in her wet hair to control the rhythm, the other cradling a wine glass.

City lights twinkled behind them like a quiet spectator.

Lydia remained rooted for a prolonged instant, the cart abandoned before her. Her heartbeat roared in her ears, drowning out the persistent wet, obscene echoes from the dining space.

Bit by bit, she nudged the cart onward, her feet carrying her forward almost automatically. An irresistible, guilty fascination drew her in. She had to see more clearly. She had to take it all in.

Her eyes fixed on the raw display between Alex's open thighs.

Heena's plump lips stretched taut around his girthy cock, descending then rising with a slick, saliva-smeared glide. The hefty, veined shaft reappeared glossy, only to vanish once more into the welcoming warmth of Heena's mouth.

Each deep swallow made her throat flex visibly, a subtle bulge appearing beneath her jaw.

The messy, pulsing sounds escalated, more frantic, every thrust paired with a thick, guttural gag. Thick saliva strands fell from her chin, tracing shiny paths over her exposed breasts.

Lydia's gaze remained riveted to the magnificent cock plunging in and out of Heena's compliant mouth.

A wave of illicit heat surged through Lydia's frame at the view.

Seeing Heena struggle to take more, faltering but pushing on with such fervor... it stirred a deep, molten ache in her core.

Suddenly, Heena withdrew fully.

A lewd, wet pop released Alex's slick cock from her lips. It swayed heavily in the air, thick and veined, coated in layers of her drool.

A sly, mischievous grin spread across her puffy, glossy lips. Maintaining eye contact, her delicate hand gripped the base of Alex's cock and started pumping with unhurried, teasing strokes, from root to flared, dripping tip, her thumb idly teasing the sensitive crown.

"This bitch..." Lydia thought, a stab of humiliation blending with unwelcome desire. "She's doing it deliberately. Taunting me."

Heena held her stare without flinching. She kept stroking Alex's cock with languid, sensual motions, the slick sounds of her grip dominating the hush.

A delicate, shimmering saliva thread still connected her lower lip to the engorged head, pulling tauter before breaking on her next deliberate pump.

Tension hung thick among the trio until Alex's steady, resonant voice sliced through.

"Do you find anything... interesting?"

Lydia's heart lurched. The abrupt query snapped her from her daze. She blinked fast, her cheeks aflame hotter than ever.

"Sir?" she faltered, her voice emerging softer and more breathless than planned.

Alex sipped his wine leisurely, his gaze fixed on hers.

"Come here."

"Yes, sir," Lydia answered, struggling to regain poise.

She circled the cart and approached until mere feet separated them... near enough to note the saliva sheen on his shaft, near enough to catch the subtle scent of arousal mingled with Heena's fragrance.

Heena stayed kneeling between his legs, continuing her slow strokes on him, her dark gaze tracking Lydia's every action with blatant amusement.

Alex rose gradually from his seat.

He extended his hand to grasp the rear of Heena’s head with gentle yet firm pressure. Lifting her face up, he let a steady flow of deep crimson wine pour straight into her waiting mouth.

Heena's eyes drifted halfway shut in realization. Purposefully, she allowed several drops to escape her lips, dripping down onto Alex’s rigid cock.

She dipped her head back down without pause and engulfed him completely in her mouth, the wine blending with her saliva while she resumed sucking him with fresh intensity.

Lydia gulped heavily, her throat going parched from the display.

Alex then raised his eyes to meet hers, his tone deep and authoritative as he addressed her.

"Tell me what you found out about 801."

Lydia compelled herself to look away from the lewd scene of Heena’s lips wrapped tightly around Alex’s shining cock. Her face still flushed hot as she worked to calm her voice.

"Sir... I couldn’t find out their names," she started, her voice more husky than intended. "Aunt is being extra careful about their identity. But I can confirm they are already here."

A slow, enigmatic smile formed on Alex’s lips. Satisfaction deepened the shadow in his eyes as he took a leisurely drink of wine.

"Good job."

Alex locked eyes with her for an extended moment, a subtle, aware smile tugging at his mouth, until he spoke at last.

"Clean the table, Miss Lydia."

His order came softly, nearly courteous... but it held undeniable authority.

Lydia's heart dropped. She yearned for something else... an invitation to participate, a caress, anything at all. Yet here she was, dismissed to chores like mere help while Heena kept servicing him.

"Y-yes, sir," she stuttered, her disappointment evident. "Right away."

She pivoted toward the trolley, her actions robotic, though her thoughts spun wildly from the spectacle she'd beheld.