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“Fuck…” she says in a whisper full of pleasure, wiping at her mouth just to suck her fingers right after. This is a woman who’s clearly sex repressed and desperate for satisfaction. The kind of girl SZA sang about in her Girls Need Love track. Anything is liable to set her off. A simple
knock-knock joke could probably get this bitch out of her panties. If she were actually wearing them.
“Why are you doing this to me?” She asks out of pure yearning. She closes her eyes, almost like she’s reliving the moment in her mind.
“Because you deserve it.”
That just makes her moan more.
“Thirsty?” I ask, still catching my breath. My back is turned to her.
“Yeah. For you,” she replies, a response that psychologically forces me to turn right back to her. So tempted to strike again.
“Oh, we’ll get there,” I promise, motioning her way with my right finger, “Follow me.”
She almost burns through the carpet moving so fast. With her close behind, we travel into the kitchen where a previously stationed bottle of XXL awaits. Right next to the bottle of wine, two cans of the priorly recommended Cutwater are strategically placed nearby. The sight of the beverage gets a slight giggle out of her.
“I see you liked my suggestion.”
“Well, I figured since you were the one to recommend them to me, we could share one together.” “Oh, it’s that kind of night, huh?”
“Babes, you have no idea what kind of night you’re in for. Yet.” Intrigue presides over her face.
“Oh really?”
“Mhm,” I mumble, confidently winking her way, “Let me get you a glass.”
Syren waits near the counter while I retrieve the glasses from the low-level cupboard. She’s tracing my every move with a spine-burning stare, never looking in any other direction but mine. Her eyes feel like a hot weight on my body.
“So, um, where’s your husband?”
Before she receives an answer, I bring over the glasses, placing them between us after filling each with a row of ice.
“He’s here,” I crack open one of the Cutwater cans, pouring the contents into one of the emptied glasses, “And waiting. I just figured we could go over some last-minute rules before we head to our real destination of the night.”
Syren’s interest only accelerates. “I’m all ears.”
I place a drink in front of her, “Good. Because I only have a few. And they’re very important so I need you to hear me clearly.”
“Okay.” She’s sipping away, attacking me with a palpable look of anticipation.
“What we’re about to do tonight is not about a relationship. Okay? This isn’t a typical poly situation where we’re looking for a woman to join our marriage full time. This is all about sex. In every way, shape and form it represents. Earlier, you expressed a list of requested kinks and fetishes you’ve always wanted to experience. Well, tonight starts that journey. One kink at a time. Tonight, we’ll fuck. You’ll watch us. But not only will you watch us, we’ll watch you too. Because true voyeurism isn’t just about spectatorship. It’s about the feeling during. And my baby, we’ll make sure you leave here feeling just like us. Understood so far?”
She nods silently.
“Perfect. With that said, you are officially our Good Girl. Meaning, every command must be answered. Whatever we say, you do. You disobey any command given inside Ecstasy Island; trouble follows.”
“Trouble?”
I say, unsmiling, “Big trouble. It could be good or bad. Depending on the level of obstruction. So, be on your best behavior.”
Syren leans forward with a curious expression, lips still wet from the liquor, “And how can I ensure I’m doing that?”
“Number one, most importantly, you respect our house. Respecting our house means you respect us. Number two, no withholding information. If there’s some psychopath out there with false expectations of you, tell us. If you have any medical situation that comes up, tell us. Like I said, this might not be a relationship, but we still don’t want drama around us. God knows we deal with enough shit as is. Third, once this kink awakening journey is over, so will our situation. We can still be cool though. That is unless we’re given a reason to end prematurely. Which I have confidence won’t be the case. This is all about pleasure. Yours and ours. Am I making sense?”
“Yeah, I got you. And trust me, you won’t have to worry about anything with me.”
“Oh, I have faith in you. Now for the last test…”
