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Chapter Seven
The house is dim, with only a few strategic lamps lit as we enter. Dark, rich looking furniture fills the front room making it seem obsessively masculine and too perfect to enter. A huge, ornate desk takes up one side of the room, with an elaborate credenza covering the entire wall directly behind it.
He leaves me standing at the entrance to the room, taking his place standing behind the desk, one hand on the back of the chair and the other motioning me to sit across the desk from him. “I need you to sign something before we get started.”
He slides a single sheet across the table, the tattoos on the back of his hand pulling my attention. Pointing to the line he wants me to sign as he pulls a pen from his jacket while I sit down. “I told you I wanted my lawyers to read any contracts between us.”
“This isn’t a contract, it’s simply a confidentiality agreement stating what you see and learn today won’t be shared with anyone else.”
“Don’t you think this trust thing should go both ways?” He smirks at me as I sit with perfect posture and wait for his answer.
“I do… and it will. But business is business. We can treat pleasure any way you’d like, but I have to protect my career.”
“Understandable.” I lean forward to read the exact wording of the document and have no problem with the simple statement. “Do you need this signed in blood, or will a pen suit you?”
“The pen will suffice today.” He retrieves it from the desk the second I set it down after signing on the line, sliding it back in his pocket before taking off his jacket. The black button up fits him snugly, showing off the muscles he’s been partially hiding underneath the jacket.
I let my eyes scrape over his body, taking in everything noticeable about him, burning it all into memory to pull from later. “You know all you have to do is ask and I’ll let you see everything.” The lump in my throat grows as he calls me out for practically raping him with my eyes.
“What? No.” I stand quickly. “Show me why you brought me here.”
He steps around the desk and moves to a set of double doors on the opposite side of the room. Waiting for me to join him, he then slides one of the doors open revealing a long hall way. When he closes the door behind us it quickly becomes apparent why he made me sign the confidentiality agreement.
“You brought me into a sex house?”
“Camille. This is simply a club where we encourage people to fulfill their own fantasies.” He begins to walk slowly, his voice low as if he’s trying to not be heard. “Everything is consensual and every member is protected and safe while they’re here.” He opens the first door, placing a single finger over his lips to silence me. My eyes are instantly locked on the woman strapped to the wall, her breasts and neck perfectly wrapped with rope, her eyes blindfolded and her skin painted with red marks.
The crack of a whip startles me, making me gasp… and the woman’s head to turn. I know she heard me and it makes me feel guilty for watching when she doesn’t know we’re in here, but I can’t take my eyes off of her. With every lash, she lets out a moan that almost makes me want to help her, but then I see her bite her bottom lip and smile. She likes it.
I wrap my arms around Damon’s and watch her torture for a few more minutes, expecting for it to be over after every new mark is made. The guy working her over only has a mask and pants on, giving me no feeling of connection to him at all. She has me enthralled and continues to… even when he finally sets down the whip and picks up a knife.
My heart beats rapidly while I try to predict what he’ll do to her next. He dips the knife into a vase before he slides it over her stomach, allowing the side of the blade to smear red in its trail. He turns it over and does the same to her upper neck, just above where the rope is wrapped.
He whispers something in her ear and I’m mesmerized by the way she reacts to him. She’s clinging to everything he does. Her face instinctively turning towards him as he moves from side to side, focusing on every detail.
He lays the blade against her, flat between her legs causing her to shift as if she’s for the first time unsure about what he’ll do. He reacts by gripping her hair into his fist and yanking her head back, so he can talk into her face. I wish like everything I could hear what they’re saying, but I can’t. I get it though; the soft-spoken words are the only intimacy they can share with us watching in the room.
I watch her nod to him before he slips the knife to her chest and wedges it under the ropes. His firm grip in her hair tightens just before he rips the blade through part of the rope—allowing her chest to fall free—one more slice and the rest of it slips down her body and lands on the ground at her feet.
My squeeze on Damon’s arm is the only part of me that isn’t locked onto the scene in front of me. I can’t imagine what she’s feeling. Part of me is terrified for her, while I can’t shake the feeling of anticipation as I wait for him to do something else.
She leans her head back as his hand grips around her neck, squeezing tight and preventing her next breath. The power she’s giving him in this act speaks volumes, which is something I’m not sure I’d ever be able to do.
He bites her bottom lip before he leans over her, covering her mouth with his. Red stain is left behind when he drags his fingers down her chest, making me wonder if it’s real blood covering her body.
The knife becomes my focus again as he slices through the restraints on her wrists, fully freeing her before he bends her over, unzips his pants and pushes into her from behind.
My inhale matches hers while I imagine the chaos going through her mind as he continues to fuck her hard and fast, leaving her no time to adjust to his invasion. His pants fall to his ankles and it’s just then that I notice his muscles flexing as he grips her hips and thrusts even faster when she begins to scream in ecstasy.
I find myself squeezing my own muscles deep inside as I watch them both orgasm together. She collapses to the floor and he joins her, holding her against his chest as they come down from their high. She’s still blindfolded when we leave the room, but I can tell he watches us as Damon guides me out.
“Jesus, Damon. Was that real blood?” I scream in a frantic whisper the second he closes the door.
“I’d have to look at her file to know for sure.” We walk a few steps down the hall before I say anything else.
“That’s insanity.” He presses me against the wall with his body, his face meeting mine, leaving me no choice but to allow him to look into my eyes and see the true effect being a voyeur had on me.
“I could feel what you were thinking as you watched.” His breath brushes over my face as he speaks to me.
“Really? What was I thinking?”
“At first you were scared,” his hands glide down my sides, skimming my skin every chance he can along the way. “Then you became invested. A part of you wanted to be the woman in that situation.”
“That’s absurd.” I put my hands on his chest and attempt to diffuse his vocal advances on my weak, traitorous body.
“Is it?” He leans back just slightly allowing one hand to slip between us while he skims the edge of my dress. “So if I were to run a finger between your legs, you’d be completely dry?” The bulge in his pants touches my leg as he shifts. Holy hell. He’s even more turned on than I am.
No I wouldn’t be dry. I’m soaking wet and I hate myself for it. I don’t respond, even though I can tell I don’t have to by the smile on his face.
