Page 20 of Twisted Love

“Do you want a drink?” He asked as he looked over the bottles of scotch on display.

“Just some water, please.” She replied without a second thought. She wanted to keep a clear head, even if the noises and sounds in the open space threatened to overwhelm her with fascination.

She turned around to look at the other rooms, the ones she hadn’t looked at before. The nearest ‘room’ was about ten feet away from them and the only furniture in there was a bed. A full-figured blonde woman’s hands were tied with black silk scarves to each of the posts on the headboards, but she wasn’t being subjugated. Rather, it looked like she was being pleasured to within an inch of her life. There were four men on the bed with her and Keily would have thought it disgusting in a previous life, now though, she let her mind open up and watched.

One of the men was between her legs, obviously fucking her. His body was powerful, his skin a dark brown that stood out against her pale white skin. Two tanned men, knelt beside her, sucking at her nipples, their hands busy between her thighs. The last man knelt over her, feeding her his cock, which she seemed hungry to consume.

Now that looked like something she wouldn’t mind giving a whirl.

Keily didn’t notice that she’d walked closer to the group, didn’t notice that her breath was coming fast, or that she had her hands balled at her hips. She watched them with a fascination she didn’t think possible.

“Jealous, are you?” Logan’s voice was a breath against her ear. She couldn’t look away from the group on the bed, though, even with his nearness to distract her.

“Maybe.” She still gave a slightly petulant answer, just to keep him on his toes. “What woman wouldn’t want to be at the mercy of four men when their sole aim is to please her?”

She’d always assumed scenarios like this were degrading, meant to subjugate the woman, to break her down to little more than holes to probe. That’s not what was happening here, though. Not at all.

“I suppose I see your point. Let’s go down to the last room.”

Keily had noted small sofas spread around the path that led to the stairs, but it only occurred to her now that the sofas were for watching from afar. “Couldn’t we just sit here for a moment?”

“Is it that interesting?” He sank down to the emerald green satin sofa, a perplexed look knotting his dark brows together. He turned curious brown eyes to her that burned with so much intensity that she could feel his gaze as she sat down beside him.

“I always thought it would be…dirty. Degrading, you know? I heard things when I was in high school, you do when you’re a cheerleader and you date the captain of the football teams. Boys wanting to ‘run trains’ on you and shit like that. So gross.” She paused to shudder as she remembered some of the cruder comments she’d heard over the years. “But that…”

She waved her hand at the woman now groaning as her body knotted up in pleasure and looked on with envy. “That looks amazing.”

“I didn’t know that had happened to you.” There was a note in his voice, like he’d just discovered something he didn’t like, but made him see her in a different way. “I always assumed life was perfect for cheerleaders and the other popular girls.”

His tone now was thoughtful, and she knew that he wasn’t actually seeing the scene he was looking at but thinking.

“Don’t worry over it too much.” She added, not wanting to break the spell of the place. Especially not to discuss things she’d rather not remember. “It’s all in the past now.”

“But sometimes, we can’t leave our pasts behind us.” He spoke so softly she barely heard him.

“It’s fine, I’m fine. I got over it and you’ve shown me something I didn’t know existed, that things like this happen. Even in pornography, it’s always the male gaze, the male’s needs that are being met, the women are just there to be fucked. But this is something else. Do you think they’re a group?”

“A group? Like polyamory?” He turned back to look at her. “You know about that?”

“Well, I don’t live under a rock, Logan, now do I?” She gave him a playful smile that made her eyes dance. “I just thought things like…that…would always be about the men.”

“I’m sure it is, sometimes, but it doesn’t always have to be.” He rubbed at the back of his neck before he continued. “I’ve been to a few places like this before, my friend that owns this place owns a few more back home, so I’ve seen a lot of wild stuff. But it’s not always as terrible as some pornos make out. Not all men are monsters.”

“Okay. You’re right. You aren’t, so there’s you. And those guys over there.” Her curiosity was slaked now that the woman was finished, and the group was moving off the bed to dress. “Shall we continue?”

“Indeed.” Logan got up immediately and took her hand to help her up. “I’d suggest we go back upstairs, but some of that is…kinkier than down here.”

“Kinkier how?” She moved to the next couch and saw the next room was another bedroom, a man and a woman were fucking up against a wall, the woman blindfolded, the man biting into her neck in a way that looked painful but had the woman moaning loudly.

Pain as pleasure, not an idea she hadn’t contemplated, or even explored a little with Logan, but that would hurt tomorrow, that bite mark.

“Leather, whips, handcuffs. That kinkier.” Logan said breezily but didn’t look at her.

“Are you into that?” She asked quietly as they moved on, the next room somewhat brighter than the others.

Logan looked down at her with a look on his face that reminded her vividly of something from her past. In particular, the look her father would have on his face when he played a song by Tonic that was called If You Could Only See. Her dad would go into the garage and play the song while working on his lawnmower, over and over, every time there was an argument with her mother or when her mother did something terrible. She heard the song often.

It was a look of despair strangely mixed with hope, but her memory of her father’s face lasted longer than the look did on Logan’s. It was gone before she’d thought her last thought, replaced by a confident, tilted smile.