Page 17 of Dark Rules

“Mmm.” I couldn’t say anything else. I was too caught up in the woman in the swing.

Dylan

My little innocent former virgin had just revealed something deeply hidden, I suspected. From her still, frozen response, I knew she’d even shocked herself. This caused some deep response in her, and she couldn’t look away.

A man, hidden until now, came from the shadows and touched the woman’s thigh. She looked down at him, but he had on a full face mask. Only his eyes and mouth were free, and he was fully clothed. Her body was contorted in the swing, but she looked to be on the plush side. It wasn’t her figure that mattered, however. It was that she’d submitted herself to this. She’d chosen this for herself.

I’d heard Stephanie breathe in deeply, a quick suck of air, and waited for a further response. She was on the verge of something here, and I wanted to watch it with her. I wanted to watch her reaction.

The man didn’t speak to the woman; he just looked her over and then undid the zip on his pants. He didn’t even remove his clothes. He simply moved between the woman’s thighs and thrust into her, his hands on her hips to hold her in place. She couldn’t even squirm away. I knew she didn’t want to, though, or she wouldn’t have been in the swing. From the way her legs clamped and strained against the swing’s ties, I knew she’d wanted to wrap her legs around him.

I felt my heartbeat increase as I watched, but it was more Stephanie’s reaction that excited me. Her nails dug into my hand, and she leaned in closer to the glass. I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Is this what you want, pet?”

“Only with you, sir.” It was an automatic response, but it was also an honest one.

“Would you want that, though, to have unknown men come to you?” I wasn’t jealous, just curious.

“I don’t, I think the fantasy is exciting, but watching someone else do it is arousing.” Her tongue came out to wet her lips before she spoke again. “I don’t think I’m that brave. Or careless. Is it careless?”

She didn’t look at me, she couldn’t look away from the scene in the other room, but she still wanted an answer. “I suppose it is. It depends on how you look at it. Is she degrading herself, or is she taking control of her sexuality? Is she saying sex is sex, the man doesn’t matter, only his dick does? That’s all she needs. An anonymous dick to fill her, before she goes back to her life.”

When Stephanie breathed in this time, the breath shook, and I knew my words had registered in her brain. “I don’t want to share you, but in the future, one day, you might want to explore this more.”

It was a gentle reminder that this wasn’t forever, and I’d waited all evening to put the suggestion into her brain, into my own. We both had to be reminded that this wasn’t forever. Now was the perfect time to do that. It also brought her attention back to me. Her eyes found me, and her pupils contracted, before they went wide again. I’d upset her, but she’d hidden it. Good.

She had control of her emotions, then, if not her body. She was pressed into the glass, as if she wanted to sink into the room. “We can go in, if you like.”

“No. Here is good. I’m not ready. It might be too real if I go in. I want to just watch.” Her hand came up, the one not in mine, and she pressed it against the glass. Her index finger crooked, and I knew it was another sign. Her body wanted what was in that room.

The man finished, he must have, because he pulled away and went through a door I hadn’t noticed before. Stephanie’s breathing evened out, but she didn’t move. “What’s next?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she’ll press the button in her hand so someone will come take her down, maybe there’s someone who will come after.” A green light lit the room, and I looked down at Stephanie. “It seems she’s getting down. We can play out this fantasy, if you like, Stephanie. I can have a room prepared for you. We can pretend you don’t know me.”

“But it might not be you? What if someone came in through the door and it wasn’t you?” Her eyes came up to mine, and I could see it was important to her that it be me. But what if it wasn’t?

I’d break their kneecaps, but she needed to know the possibility was there. I flexed my jaw for a moment, the rage at the thought that someone else might touch what was mine too powerful to brush off, but then I did. “Maybe it’s something for next time then.”

“Maybe so.” She looked down, and I saw uncertainty on her face. “Does that disappoint you?”

“Not at all, pet. You’re new to this; you have to explore. Come on, let’s find out what else there is on offer here.”

A different room, a room where two men were practicing their flogging skills on a woman. She was in the center of the room, chained down to a large X made just for this purpose. I saw a window to the right of the room, and I knew the other room was for observers. It spanned the entire length of the wall, so I knew the view would be unobstructed.

“Come, follow me.” I took her into the empty room, flicked the lock so the occupied sign would come on, and took her to a bed. The place was concerned with hygiene, and I could smell the scent of cleaners and disinfectants as we sat. Good, I’d rather chemical smells than the risk of disease hidden by the smell of cherry blossoms.

Stephanie slipped to the floor, her head just above my knees, and we watched the threesome together. “Do you like what you see, Stephanie?”

The two men took turns, one would get to his knees, while the other flogged her nipples with a soft leather flogger. When her expression changed, or she made a noise, they’d move, switch places, and one would suck at her nipples while the other used a soft brush against her clit. This woman was red-headed, slim, with small breasts. She was beautiful, but she didn’t live up to Stephanie.

Stephanie wasn’t concerned with that, though, I had to guess. She was just enjoying watching the woman and the two men. “What about this?”

“This … oh my.” Stephanie’s response to this wasn’t as visceral, it wasn’t as pronounced, but she definitely liked it. She couldn’t look away. “This looks like fun.”

Again, I didn’t think I could let another man touch her, not while she had a contract with me, but there would come a time when she wasn’t beholden to that contract. I wanted to show her all there was to offer.

“I think you’d enjoy this, most women would. Although, perhaps not the being chained down and flogged part, necessarily.” I could hear amusement in my voice and smothered it. I didn’t want her to think I was laughing at her.

“Maybe not. But two men? That sounds … interesting.” Did that mean she was thinking ahead too? Or did she think I’d let another man near her? Fuck that.