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With the leash in hand, he leads me away from the bar, and I don’t know if it’s fear or excitement that leaves me fighting to keep all the wine in the glass rather than splashing it around.
This is it. And there I was, thinking I’d spend my night in the room, with room service and a movie.
I couldn’t have predicted this in a million years. I couldn’t have predicted him—the man he is now, a man who undoes me with every word, look, and skillful touch. This is not the boy I used to know. This is a man I could see myself spending a lot of time with.
He’s your boss, remember? Right, but I’m not exactly trying to think about that right now. Besides, most of the blood has already left my brain in favor of traveling south, to where I’m hot and wet all over again.
We walk up a wide staircase carpeted in the same deep red I’ve seen so far, and with every step, the sounds from various overheard rooms get louder. I don’t have to be able to see what’s happening to know exactly what I’m about to find. My nipples tighten in anticipation.
Colton stops midway, grabbing my arms to stop me as well. “Before we go up there, your safe word is red.”
“I need a safe word?”
His eyes briefly glance over my body once more. “Probably, yes.”
“Red, got it.”
He nods and continues leading us up into a large, central area, while the outer walls are lined with doors. Some of them are open, and couples stroll slowly from one door to the other, observing what’s happening inside. They’re so casual about it, too, like they make a habit of watching people have sex.
It’s the middle area that catches and holds my attention. A few pieces of equipment are scattered around: a leather-covered bench, a table with restraints attached, and a harness hanging from the ceiling.
It’s the harness being used by a naked girl who’s suspended while a heavily muscled middle-aged man takes her from behind that grabs my attention. A second man uses her mouth, fucking her face, pulling her forward before the other man pulls her back against him.
All the while, she screams in pleasure, her cries muffled thanks to her full mouth. The slap-slap-slap of skin on skin and the sight of so much forbidden depravity heat me inside, leaving me squeezing my thighs together in a vain attempt at relief for my aching clit.
What would that be like? To be used by two men is one thing, but out in the open? Because we’re not the only ones watching, either. At least a dozen people are gathered around, watching intently, and I watch in mixed shock and fascination as a woman dressed like me begins rubbing her partner’s growing bulge. He slides an arm around her shoulders, then reaches down to fondle her breasts.
But they never take their eyes off the show. And people make a night of this kind of thing? They don’t seem ashamed at all, nor are they surprised. This is nothing new for them, while for me, it’s like Colton pulled back the curtain on an entirely new world. I knew clubs like this existed, but I never imagined anything this high class—people sipping champagne while watching a live sex act.
And enjoying themselves while they do.
What if that was me in the harness? A rush of heat races through me, sizzling my insides and making my skin tingle. I wouldn’t dare… would I? I’m starting to question a lot of things.
Colton traces a line down my back with one finger.
“You like what you see, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice low and full of dark promise. All I can do is nod, mute and overwhelmed. “Let’s see what else is going on around here. They recently renovated the place.”
He leads me away from the trio, all of whom seem like they’re getting close to the finish line if the change in pace means anything. I sort of want to watch, but he has other ideas.
We step into the closest room with an open door. Here, a pair of beautiful women have stripped down to their thongs and stockings and are tangled together on a bed, kissing and touching, while two men stand back and stroke themselves as they watch. I can hardly breathe, unsure where to look—at the sizable, dripping dicks being stroked or at the girls, one of whom slides down the length of the other’s curvy, creamy body before slowly removing her thong.
“Open her up,” one of the men grunts. “Spread her wide.” I can’t see her pussy from this vantage point, but both men quicken their stroking at the sight of it before the girl on top lowers her head and begins lapping at the seam. The girl on the bed arches her back, burying her hands in the girl’s hair as she moans out her approval.
I can’t help but look down at Colton’s crotch, where his erection juts out straight ahead. So I know how he feels about it, not that there was ever a question. We go to the next room, and by now, I’ve started to loosen up a little. I’m not afraid to look people in the eye, no longer worried somebody will point at me and call me dirty or a pervert for liking this.
We stop in the doorway, watching a woman flog a man’s bare ass while he bends over a bench with a ball gag in his mouth. This is beyond anything I’ve ever seen, and I can’t help but wonder what he gets out of it, knowing people are watching him be humiliated. I guess there’s a kink for everyone.
Right now, it seems like my thing is wishing I had the nerve to be this free. Because that’s what I see in front of me: freedom. Nobody’s apologizing for what they like or for wanting to do it in front of other people. I’ve spent my whole life apologizing. Now I’m filled with longing that goes beyond the fire raging in my core.
One room after the next, I’m introduced to sights and sounds I’ve never experienced. A woman on an x-shaped wooden cross, her nipples clamped along with her clit, while a man runs a feather over her naked body. In another room, a man lays across a sofa while a woman rides him, and a second woman hovers over his face. Colton’s sharp intake of breath when the women begin passionately kissing leaves me rubbing him, feeling bolder than before.
This isn’t the effect of wine on an empty stomach. It’s not even knowing we never have to see each other again. I want this.
Colton tugs on the leash, and I follow him back out to the open central area where the two men have finished and are helping the girl out of the harness. “Sorry we missed the finish?”
He pulls me in close with the leash, and between the wine and my arousal and the sounds of sex coming from all those rooms—the swish of a flog, a muffled cry, the moans coming from the two girls going at it on the bed—there’s only one response I can come up with.
“I want you.” My heart’s in my throat, hammering until I can hardly breathe, making me dizzy. Or maybe that’s his closeness, his breath on my face, and the very obvious erection pressing into my belly.
