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CHAPTER ELEVEN
The room, some kindof theater, is mostly dark save for the lighting illuminating the stage. I put a hand to my mouth to quiet my gasp.
Two naked women are strung up in ropes, one stage left and the other stage right. The one on the left groans while a man works a dildo on a stick into her. A second man onstage lashes a flogger to the woman on the right. She has chain linked clamps on her nipples.
“Ogazumu o itadakemasu ka?” asks the woman on the left.
“Dozo,” replies a man sitting in the audience.
Even though he has his back to me, I recognize Rafe. His bright white shirt catches the light.
“Arigatogozaimasu,” she replies.
The man holding the stick works it more vigorously. She starts to pant and strain. When he yanks the stick out, the woman releases a gush of liquid. Whoa. Did that woman just squirt? Her head falls forward as her body relaxes.
Rafe’s cellphone rings. He gets up and heads to the side of the theater to take his call.
I switch my attention to the other woman. Her body has turned pink wherever the flogger struck. Done with lashing the woman, the man in front of her picks up a vibrator, turns it on, and places it at her crotch.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she purrs.
The man tugs on the chain between her nipples, making her wince. But she soon seems overtaken by the pleasure from the vibrator.
“Yes, yes!” she exclaims.
The man continues to pull on the chain, but that doesn’t stop her from having what looks like an orgasm. Her whole body trembles and bows into her binds.
I feel warm and confused. At first I thought these women had been kidnapped, like me, and maybe forced into prostitution or performing sex. But then, they seemed to truly enjoy their orgasms. Maybe they were faking it? Is it possible to squirt without orgasming? I don’t know because I’ve never squirted before.
“The view is better from inside.”
I nearly have a heart attack. Whipping around, I’m face-to-face with Rafe. How did he— When did he—?
More than just face-to-face, I’m mere inches apart from him and trapped against the doors behind me.
I don’t know what to say. I never would have thought of myself as a Peeping Tom. My cheeks feel hot. His gaze seems to take in my flush. His pupils grow molten. He leans in closer. My heartbeat goes crazy. What’s he going to do? What do Iwanthim to do?
