I finished my champagne, vaguely aware that he took the flute from me.
Then his hand wandered up the slit of my gown, which had ridden up well above the top of my thigh-high. “Spread your legs as much as you can.”
Never looking away from the spectacle, I did, bending one knee over his legs. I wanted my thighs wider; I wanted to be rid of this confining dress. I needed his skin against mine, as much as I needed to see everything happening in the ring—every new knot, kiss, whipping, and release. My gaze bounced from one scene to the next.
“You can’t even decide where you want to look,” Sevastyan observed with dark amusement as he used his forefinger to draw lazy circles on my inner thigh. “And your heart’s racing.”
The champagne and wine I’d consumed, combined with my constricting bustier, were making me light-headed. My breaths were shallow, br**sts quivering above my bodice.
They must have attracted his attention—with his other hand, he began to draw those same circles over the tops of my br**sts. Then came an electric shock. Part of my areola was peeking out above the bustline of the gown, and he was lightly scraping his nail over it.
If he kept this up, I’d probably orgasm. “Sevastyan, before I forget . . . no matter what happens, I want to thank you for bringing me here.”
“You thank me? What does my taking you here say about me, Natalya? To win a woman, I am willing to defile her?”
“Defile?” My tone was incredulous as I regarded a couple at the far right of the ring. The man was tied down to a spanking bench while a woman in thigh-high boots caned him. His skin was sweating, muscles straining, expression ecstatic. “This is one of the most glorious things I’ve ever witnessed.”
Sevastyan followed my gaze, then frowned as if we couldn’t be looking at the same thing. “You consider this so?”
“Without a doubt.” There was pageantry all around. Between participants, there was ceremony.
He reached my thong and found it soaked, a groan reverberating in his chest. “What are you enjoying most?” he rasped. “The men? The women?”
“Both.” When I’d watched same-sex couples online, it’d always been crazy hot. But tonight?
Mercy.
I admired one pairing toward the back of the ring. Two unclothed women were sixty-nining, so caught up in each other they were oblivious to the sex all around them. The top one had luscious ebony skin and the bottom one was even paler than I was. The tableaux they presented was so surreal, I didn’t think I’d forget such a divine sight for the rest of my life.
Once I could finally break my stare, I found Sevastyan studying my expression. Determining what turned me on?
“You’re not going to watch?” I asked.
“I’m looking at what arouses me most.” He regarded me with such intensity that I had to avert my gaze.
I surveyed the room behind him. More light spilled in from the glass, highlighting those draped shapes. There was apparatus in here as well. Solely for our use.
Leisurely petting my wet panties, he said, “We aren’t here just to watch.”
“Good.” I felt like I was on the cusp of discovering not only what made Sevastyan tick, but myself as well, unveiling our most forbidden fantasies. At last I would alleviate my sexual curiosity, which had grown like an inferno inside me.
“I’m going to push you tonight, Natalie. To determine whether this is truly what you need. You’ll be given three tests, and if you pass them, this life will be yours as you desire it.”
“Tests?” He had my full attention.
“The first is that you obey me absolutely—and readily—in every command, even ones outside your normal comfort zone. The second is that you accept any tools I decide to use on you.” Tools? “The third is that you become aroused by everything I do to you.”
Merely talking about this was arousing me. “How will you know whether I’m turned on by you and your tools—or by the freaking orgy taking place right in front of me?”
His lips curled. “I’ll know. Now, up you go.” Once we were standing, he took off his jacket and undid his tie. With a careless air, he cast them both away. “Give me your jewelry.”
I removed my earrings and pendant, handing them to him.
Such a guy, he pocketed them. “Slip out of your heels.” When I did, he turned me to unzip my gown. “You still want an introduction into this world?”
“Yes.” I had to suck in so he could get the zipper down.
“You’re certain?”