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Chapter Ten
“Don’t talk to anyone unless I introduce you to them personally. They’ll all try to test you since you’re with me, but don’t play into their games.” He’s still whispering and pressing his body against mine, pinning me against the door we came through and turning me on more than I’d ever admit to him.
“Oh… okay.” I stutter my response as I try to imagine what he’s talking about, not sure exactly what I’ve gotten myself into this time, but since it’s with Damon… it’s bound to be a fucking mess.
He slides his hand into mine and then turns on his heels to walk us both to the middle of the room where only the couple from the room earlier stand. Everyone else is standing against the walls as if they’re just here to watch. I notice a few of them wearing masks, but all of them have on dark suits, similar to what Damon is wearing. Perfectly fit to their bodies as if they’ve all bought them from the same fashion designer and had a tailor alter them all to perfection.
The room feels rich, only making me more aware how under-dressed I am amongst all the well-dressed men and the single most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in person lately. Of course, that really doesn’t say much since I don’t get out much.
“Damon, thank you again for this.” I watch the woman wink at me as she kisses Damon on the cheek in her quick greeting as we approach. The man with her shakes Damon’s hand, not looking in my direction at all. I listen as the three of them converse quietly as if no one else is in the room. Damon doesn’t introduce me, so I don’t move a muscle, allowing his thumb to rub a small circle against my palm as if he’s doing it to stay connected and calm me.
This is so far from anything I’d ever willingly attend. The stuffiness is suffocating and I’m not sure his group of friends and the events he’ll require of me are something I can agree to… even if I’m dressed appropriately for the next one.
A young man dressed in only black pants approaches us with a tray of champagne glasses. I watch as the three of them reach for one and notice I’m ignored yet again by the young guy, so I move forward and grab a glass on my own. The young man’s face freezes and his eyes barely brush over my hand before he looks down at the tray and turns quickly to retreat away from us.
I notice Damon’s quick glance in my direction and feel the short tug on my hand pulling me closer to his side. I can tell I’ve overstepped some sort of boundary again, but if he doesn’t tell me what he expects, how am I supposed to know what he wants. It seems to me like he needs to learn how to communicate.
I allow myself to scope the room once again, realizing all eyes are on me. I’m sure everyone is wondering why I’m dressed like I’ve been to yoga class, but what they don’t know is… this is how I dress every day. What can I say? I like to be comfortable… not that I feel that way now by any means.
“Shall we begin?” Damon pulls me out of my self-analytical state and quickly reminds me that I have no idea what’s happening here.
I take a small sip of my champagne and watch him turn from the others until we’re face to face, standing over me as I tip my glass back for another drink. “Stand against the wall over there.” He points behind me before he continues. “I won’t be long… and whatever you do, don’t interrupt this ceremony. Just observe and we’ll talk about everything later.”
I walk awkwardly until I’m in the only bare spot against any of the walls. The man to my left made eyes with me, but the guy on the other side is acting like I have the plague or something. I’m guessing me being with Mr. Darkness has something to do with that. He seems to have a recognizable and respected status here in this house.
“Thank you all for coming to this very special occasion.” Damon’s voice carries throughout the entire room as the couple begin to take their positions… her on her knees, with her head lowered and the man standing directly in front of her. “Today we will witness Craig and Jessica’s bond become even stronger as she receives a gift proving his devotion and the confirmation of their commitment as they’ve each laid out privately will now not only be felt between the two of them, but will be obvious to anyone they encounter. Please give the room to these two as you have been asked here today to stand as witnesses as they make their promises to each other.” Damon steps back a few feet as the attention switches to the couple in the center of the room.
Craig stands proudly over her, sliding his hand under her chin until she looks up. I can see her back and his face from where I stand and I wish like hell I could see her eyes as she watches him. His emotionless face doesn’t shift, but the slow movement he makes as he touches her says everything.
He gently unwraps the long strand of beads from her neck, dropping them at his feet and exposing her flawless skin for everyone to see. She shifts her head toward his touch as he circles her, brushing a single finger over her naked back. Her dress is cut as low as the one I was wearing earlier, and I catch myself wanting to squirm as I watch a simple trace of his finger. I can almost feel it across my own back as I become enthralled with what will happen next.
She hands him a small black box once his circle is complete. He pulls the silver ribbon, releasing the tie and removing the lid to reveal a pair of handcuffs. They sparkle like they’re made of real diamonds and have me instantly wondering how much they cost. A small smirk spreads over his lips just as she bows her head before him and slides her wrists behind her back. He takes the few steps it takes to reach her wrists and I miss seeing him latch them in place as he blocks the view.
He resumes his place in front of her… her attention seems to never falter from him. It’s obvious he has her mind, body and soul wrapped up so tight he could convince her to do anything.
I wonder if her eyes are even open at this point, but can’t tell from my view. He reaches deep into his pocket and pulls out a necklace, sliding it under her so that he can latch it at the back of her neck. It fits snug allowing itself to be worn higher on her neck and to be seen no matter what she’ll wear.
He picks her up from the floor, cradling her in his arms as he turns to let everyone see. It’s as if he’s staking his claim right here for all the world to see… or at least the people of this club.
He sets her on her feet and the men instantly part, allowing him access to a set of restraints on the wall not that far from me. This time I have a side view of them both as I find myself eager to see what they’re about to do.
Returning to the small box at the center of the room, Craig pulls out the key to her handcuffs and retrieves the long strand of beads. I watch as their attention is locked into each other as he removes a single cuff, allowing the other to dangle from her arm. She simply latches it on the same wrist, now resembling a set of bracelets instead of cuffs.
Teasingly slow, he slides the zipper down her ass letting the material to fall at her feet and leaving her completely naked. Her nipples are tight and hard as she allows the room to watch him do all of this to her. I envy her confidence. I wish I had it in me to be this open with sex, but I’ve never had a connection of this magnitude.
He drapes the beads through a hook on each side, just above her head. With a few wraps on each wrist, the delicate beads become her snug restraint. The entire room knowing if she moves in the slightest, they will all scatter to the floor, I’m sure only proving her betrayal of some sort.
It’s a power game. I can feel it in the air as he walks around her. She’s giving him the most valuable gift she could give and he’s strutting around to accept it. Control. He has every bit of it and we all know it.
Her arms are splayed out above her head, her chest heaves with anticipation as we all wait for his next move.
The simple slide of his zipper forces me to inhale just as deeply as she does. She wants him. She wants us to watch them together and that to me is the most intriguing part of all of this.
He lifts her legs around his waist and I find myself watching the tension on the beads. She must know they’re getting tight because just as he rotates his hips to enter her, she loops a single finger through each hook.
She leans her head against the wall, eyes closed and pure ecstasy spread over her entire face. He thrusts into her harder, slamming her into the wall and pulling a tiny moan from her lips. He kisses her as he continues to send her to new heights, before gripping her neck and plunging deep and stilling inside her.
I look over at Damon, but quickly look away. The heat I could feel from his stare was too raw mixed with what’s going on in this room.
I swallow hard, trying to breathe around the loud thumping in my chest. The room doesn’t move. We’re all voyeurs getting our fix from the couple destined to give it to us.
