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Her head is bowed, and the man’s fingers are under her chin. He strokes her cheek lovingly, and she has a look of absolute ecstasy on her face. I’ve never seen someone happier in my entire life.
I indulge in a fantasy that comes from some place unknown to me.
I’m the one kneeling. And Sergio’s the one stroking my cheek.
“You’re a good girl,” he whispers, as if I’ve pleased him. “Such a good girl.”
Sudden tears blur my vision. I turn my head away.
“Look, Eden. You wanted to see? Thenwatch.”
I want to. I want to see everything.
I’m being punished for my sins, I know it. I’ve been cast into Hell and tempted with all manner of things, because I left my husband. I knew that this would happen, that if I didn’t surrender to the will of the fellowship I’d end up in Hell. That I’d be excommunicated and abandoned. I knew it, but it was the choice I made when I left. The punishment I took on myself to save my sister.
Shaking, I look back and see a woman bent over a… wooden bench? I stare at the wall behind her, displaying all manner of things I’ve only seen in astable.A riding crop. A short whip. Something like a wooden stick. I watch, my jaw unhinged, as a man wearing all black removes the short leather strap and returns to the woman. Her hands are tied at the wrists and her feet at the ankles.
I gasp when he strikes her.
“He’s hurting her!”
And Sergio lets this happen? He just sits here, letting this man hurt this woman? How could he—
“Watch.”
My stomach’s in knots while I do exactly what he says.
The man’s hand’s on her lower back.
“Listen, Eden.”
He presses another button on the remote and the sound of voices and music stream from hidden speakers, making it seem like I’m standing right there in the room beside them. It feels wrong, like I’m staring into the privacy of a bedroom.
“Do they know we’re watching them?”
Another of his laughs sends shivers to my toes. “Of course. That room isn’t private.”
“If it isn’t private, then why the wall?”
“It distracts me, and I need to work.”
“Can’t imagine why it would distract you,” I mutter.
My belly dips when he flexes his hand on my hip.
“Watch and listen, baby.”
Baby.
“Look at what a good girl you are.” It takes me a second to realize the person speaking is the man wielding the leather. “Such a good girl,” he says, as he strokes his hand over her leather-clad butt. “You can take this and so much more. Doing exactly what I say.”
The next slap goes to her inner thighs. I can see her shudder and hear her moan as he spreads her legs. My heart beats madly and a strange, heavy sensation blossoms between my thighs.
The sound of clicking metal draws my attention to the left of that couple to where one person is strapping another to a wooden X.
Oh gosh. Whoa.
It’s hard to know where to look next. One couple after another are engaging in all sorts of things I’ve never thought about before. One woman’s tied up on a stage in an intricacy of ropes as if she’s been woven by a master’s hand. There’s a man kneeling at a woman’s feet with a look of utter adulation on his face, and yet another over a man’s lap.
