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ELIZABETH
Bodies writhing. Mouths on dicks. Mouths on pussies. The sound of sweaty skin slapping. Guttural moans.
“You okay, Lizzie?”
A man was handcuffed to a bed, with a thick black blindfold covering his eyes, and my gaze drifted towards his hands. On the bed, a woman stood above him while the tassel of her whip trailed over his throbbing dick, causing him to shudder.
The next section showed a man pounding into a woman from behind while she was suspended by ceiling restraints and her legs were shackled to the floor.
“I’m good.” I swallowed, unable to tear my eyes from the man fucking the woman, powerless to move. Clamps gripped her nipples, a ball in her mouth stifling her screams as he slapped her arse cheeks, grunting.
“You’re very quiet.” Brandon, my boyfriend, said, his eyes searching mine.
“Brandon, I’m good. We said we’d come and look around, so let’s do that.” I answered with a shrug.
“You can get a drink and watch the plays if you want?” Gary, our host suggested, motioning to an elegant bar behind us. “Let me know your poison, and I’ll get you one. We don’t allow people to get drunk here, so no more than one drink per person, though, I’m afraid.”
“I don’t drink anyway.” I smiled. “Can I just have ice water?”
“A beer for me, pal,” Brandon added, guiding me to the seats directly before the couple on stage fucking.
Up close, I saw the woman’s eyes roll when her body convulsed, the man murmuring things into her ear as she shook, still crying out.
I’d never orgasmed like that.
Brandon lifted his brows as the man moved his gaze to us, a smirk on his lips. He was ripped to fuck, and covered in tattoos. Sweat dripped from his body as he crossed in front of the woman, releasing her from the restraints one at a time. Her body slumped onto his, but he caught her, wrapping one arm around her waist while he finished untying her binds.
“Would you do that?” Brandon asked with interest, nodding to the woman with the man tied to the bed, fastening something to his balls.
“Tie your balls up? Sure,” I said with a smile as he brushed his lips over mine.
“No, I mean, would you control me like that?” The eager look in his eyes told me that’s what he wanted, but I couldn’t stop thinking about being tied up and fucked by a man like the tattooed god I’d just seen.
“I’d try it, but it wouldn’t do anything for me.”
“You would?” Ignoring the latter part of my comment, Brandon’s eyes widened. “Yes, Lizzie.”
“The next couple are traditional Dom and Sub,” Gary said as he returned with our drinks. “They’re very confident, but remember, trust is crucial in a relationship like that.”
A woman crawled onto the stage on her hands and knees, facing the audience before she sat up, her hands clasped on her lap. She was naked and stared down at a spot on the ground in front of her, barely moving a muscle. I was gripped with fascination.
What was she waiting for? The man?
My heart was pumping with the excitement of not knowing, but one glance at Brandon showed his complete disinterest. He was watching the woman in control in the other section. It seems like we were the same—both submissive.
Shit.
I’d have to pretend to love dominating him like I always did. Brandon was lazy in bed and preferred to watch me on top of him, and he loved me yanking his hair and telling him what to do. What he didn’t understand was that I craved that.
Gary folded his arms beside us, his eyes watching the same show I was hooked on.
The man who strolled out was in a suit. I bit my lip, watching as he tugged his tie off, commanding the woman to put her hands behind her back. His voice was soft yet authoritative, and the woman instantly moved her hands back, her back straightening at the sound of his voice.
“What’s his name?” I whispered, unable to stop staring at him.
“Zeus,” Gary said with a chuckle. “Ain’t that the truth.”
