One of the men reached down for his jacket, removing a small object. Then he smeared something on his finger…lube. His fingertip reached between her ass crack to smear the clear gel there and then he took her from behind, thrusting deeply until he’d buried himself inside her. Their lover moved swiftly to lay next to her, his erection disappearing as he thrust into her pussy, joining them.
Just as I’d been spellbound by the footage, I was mesmerized here, seeing it in real time and being part of this erotic display. My heart soared when I saw that familiar look she offered to her lovers—a wanton gratitude for being taken so well by these masked men—her eyes darting to one and then the other. It was as though no one else was here. All three were too lost in each other to care about their audience.
The woman seemed enraptured as she neared orgasm, groaning loudly, her thighs shaking as she writhed between them.
My sigh matched hers as she came hard.
Damien took my hand and pulled me from the room.
“Well?” he whispered.
Leaning into him, I said quietly, “No words.”
“Want to take it up a notch?”
“Yes!”
I wondered exactly what he meant, but was too aroused to care. Both of us hurried down the hallway until we made it to another door.
What happens in the Blue Room?
The answer was soon revealed as we entered a dark dungeon, the furniture and contraptions unmistakably for BDSM. Only one other couple was present—a masked, naked submissive was secured to the Saint Andrew’s Cross with the back padded for comfort. She was being whipped by a male bare-chested master. Red welts covered her flesh. Proof of her arousal glistened between her damp thighs.
Damien pulled me over to a long chain that hung from the ceiling. Raising my hands up in a gesture of consent, I watched as he took my wrists and clipped them into two metal cuffs, securing me with my arms above my head and my heels barely touching the floor.
Exhilaration mingled with the addictive thrill of exploitation. In Damien’s eyes flashed dominance and desire, his need to see me vulnerable obvious from the way he mastered me.
“No,” I said, playing along with his fetish.
He paused, assessing my reaction.
“How dare you!” I scolded him. “Do you know who I am?”
His breathing became rapid and his pupils dilated, that familiar supremacy ruling our scene.
“Fuck me hard,” I bit out. “Because you’ll never have me again after this.”
“Jesus.” He went for my jaw, clenching it tight.
A spark of arousal lit up like fireworks between us, our chemistry bubbling like a delicious poison both of us craved. His fingers reached behind my neck and unfastened my dress, dragging the top down to expose my breasts, causing my nipples to bead. Firm fingers worked around the pebbles of arousal as my eyes flittered across the room to the submissive.
Her master’s left hand had parted her labia and he was tapping her clit with a whip. Gentle and seductive, as his sub’s half-lidded gaze hinted she’d tranced out.
“You like that?” asked Damien.
My focus returned to him. “Oh, yes.”
He tugged at my dress until it shimmied over my hips and I stepped out of it. Then he knelt before me to slide my thong off until I, too, was as naked as that submissive, other than my high heels, which brought me a little closer to Damien’s height.
The risk that someone could walk in at any second felt divine—the sense I was someone else…someone afraid of nothing.
The scene on the opposite side of the room continued as though we weren’t here, other than an occasional glance I swapped with my counterpart, staring through our masks at each other—both of us being controlled and cajoled by our masters, teased and flicked, and licked and suckled, with our sighs intermingling and whispers resonating.
Her master was holding a vibrator to her clit, causing her to shudder through her first orgasm, her deep-throated moans sounding primal as they rose higher as she climaxed.
“Look how wet you are.” Damien’s fingers rose to my eyeline and he eased a fingertip into my mouth.
I tasted my own musky sweetness, eyes flitting back to our mirror image of master and submissive. They were fucking now.
“You just can’t look away, can you?” Damien’s voice sounded stern.
“No, sir.”
She’d wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands still tied to that device so all she could do was hold on with her thighs and let him have