burns through me, yet a chill of the unknown runs down my spine.
My pulse quickens into a rapid gallop, and my nipples pebble and turn into hard diamonds that poke through the lace of the bra and demand attention.
“Gemma, my level of perversion runs deep, and an innocent like you has no idea just what I want to do to you. Want to have you do for me. I want to make you submit, to break you and allow me to use you in the most depraved ways.”
Although his words are crude and overtly sexual, and I should be committed because they turn me on, as his thumb strokes gently over my cheek and leaves traces of his warmth behind. It’s a soft gesture of desire, not demonized with his lust.
And because of that, I answer truthfully and with absolute certainty.
“Yes, Faron. Show me.”
Chapter 12
Never even in my wildest and most sensual dreams could I have actually been prepared for what I see. The debauchery and wantonness of what’s going on behind each set of windows is in each and every case more tantalizing than the next.
Each room is labeled with a sign above the door, names of various perfumes or fragrances. There is a lavender room. Amber. Vanilla and cinnamon. Clove and jasmine. Sandalwood and bergamot. Rose and ylang-ylang. Faron explains that each of these scents have been known for centuries to trigger electrical neurons in our brains that correspond with our sexual drive and appetite.
“Any preferences?” he inquires, as a door down the hall opens and a woman steps out, naked except for a shawl wrapped around her bare shoulders, as the scent of a spicy amber wafts out. She stops when she sees Faron, lifting her hand with a coy smile and brushing it over the open lapel at her breast.
“It’s been awhile, sir,” she says, dropping her eyes to the floor, her voice thick with desire and dripping with sex. “Will you be joining us tonight? I’m sure Malik won’t mind.”
A protective hand wraps around my shoulder as he pulls me into him.
“Not tonight, precious. I have other plans.”
The woman’s head snaps to me, her eyes narrowing, stinging me with their jealousy. But they are quickly disguised by a mask of phony invitation.
“Your new partner can come watch. I can teach her how to please you, sir.”
She’s close enough now to reach out and touch me, which she does. Her long, thin finger traces a path along my cheek, softly cooing between her painted lips. Faron swats her arm away, stunning us both at his possessiveness.
“Do not touch what is not offered to you. Now go. I have no use for you tonight.”
It’s easy to see how offended she is, the hurt flashing in her devious eyes like a bright shooting flare. But it quickly fades as she inclines her head respectfully and whirls around to leave.
The tension in Faron’s body is palpable, his shoulders and back strung tight from the interaction with the woman. He offers me no explanation, simply leading me further down the hall toward a window.
Positioning his body behind me, he spins me around in a demonstrative way where my eyes land on a couple inside the room. His grip secures me to him, pinning me there to watch the scene unfold in front of me.
“Watch them.”
I inhale a breath as I peer in, the room relatively dark, except for a low light in one of the corners that washes the room in a yellow haze. I blink a few times, adjusting to the darkness, until I see movement.
Toward the opposite wall is a large wooden structure, maybe six foot high. It looks like an X attached to the wall, with leather shackles of some sort on each point. The nearly naked woman is being restrained on the structure, her legs in a spread eagle position, as a man, whose back is to me, wearing a leather mask runs some type of instrument over her exposed breasts and then pulls his wrist back and flicks the end over her very pink and turgid nipples.
I gasp, stepping back into the safety of Faron’s broad chest.
“Don’t worry, Gem. It’s erotic pain. She likes it because it feels extraordinary. It aids in the heightened pleasure of their encounter. The tease of the flog against her sensitive flesh and aroused pussy is soon going to push her into a frenzied orgasm when she’s finally given the okay to come.”
Faron’s hand trails down my arm, slipping over