champagne. “Can I have another?”
“You’ve had enough.” He took my empty glass and set it down on a table. “Nervous?”
“Curious.”
“Did I tell you that you look pretty?” His hand reached down and squeezed my ass.
“Yes, you did.”
“I thought we’d start off with your fantasy.”
“Oh?”
“I believe we’ll find what we’re looking for up here.”
We ascended a staircase that had been hidden from view around a corner. It felt secretive.
A masked couple hurried by, laughing.
“How do you know what’s happening in each room?” I asked.
“The rooms up here have themes.”
“If you enter, you’re consenting?”
“If you take a seat on the bed, you are showing consent. So, no sitting down unless you want to be part of the scene.”
That was easy to remember. The doors were painted in different colors and I guessed that’s what Damien was following as he guided me along.
He paused suddenly.
Bumping into his back, I saw what he saw, a masked woman sitting back on a generously sized travel trunk with her legs spread wide while a man between her thighs suckled her pussy. They didn’t seem to see us; they were too caught up in each other.
It was deliciously obscene, her throaty groans echoed around us. She turned her head and noticed us watching, her expression revealing she was pleased to share this moment with strangers. Her head fell back as she focused once more on her frenzied lover devouring her sex.
We strolled by them, and I looked straight ahead, unsure whether staring was taboo. I felt my cheeks burning as Damien’s curious eyes studied me.
It made me wonder what kind of things he liked to do when he visited. Maybe he, too, had taken a stranger like that in the middle of a hallway for all to see.
We paused before a purple door.
Inside the room my eyes adjusted to the dim light and I blinked at the large bed covered in a purple silk sheet. Two men wearing tuxedos and a woman in a long green gown sat on the edge, talking softly. All three of them wore masks. A few other couples had gathered around apparently to watch them.
We huddled in the farthest corner, close enough to see but far enough away to not draw attention.
This is what Damien meant—my thoughts flashed back to the footage Madeline had shown me on her phone at the hotel. The same evening she’d told me that Damien loved this adult playground. Inspiring me to learn more. Be more.
“Madeline told you,” I whispered.
“We can leave if you want.”
“No.”
His palm traced my spine. “It’s going to get explicit.”
We were about to watch the scene play out before us. A thrill in my solar plexus felt like sparking electricity had fused with my soul.
All three of them stood and began removing their clothes, the men helping each other remove their tuxedos and then helping the woman strip out of her gown. One of them eased off her heels as the other leaned in for a kiss, their sensuality deeply touching.
She sat between them on the edge of the bed as they explored her body, their hands tracing over her pert nipples and tweaking them. Their cocks erect now as they took their time surveying her nakedness.
Both of them eased apart her labia as though wanting to expose more of her to the crowd. Complying, she parted her thighs to show her glistening sex, her legs trembling as they ran their hands over her and played with her pussy, dipping fingers and teasing her labia. One held her folds open while the other played with that small swollen nub, gentle fingers flicking as knowing looks were exchanged between them.
Hidden in the shadows, I hoped no one looked our way, because for a second my hand had slapped to my chest in shock. It was erotic and brazen and daring…and arousing. Already the dampness between my legs revealed how turned on I was.
“You okay?” Damien’s voice was almost imperceptible.
I managed a nod, my attention riveted on the ménage à trois.
The masked beauty was on her knees now with the men before her, dipping her head to take in one cock and then the other with her wide-open mouth—her hands working where her mouth had left off in a hypnotic rhythm set in motion as she deep-throated them in turn.
In an explosion of passion, the men grabbed her up and ravaged her body, their mouths exploring every inch of her. Writhing together, the three bodies merged as they moved in sync upon the bed, all