Gabriel takes my hand and walks us down another hall. “Because he knows your father.”
That causes me to stumble. “Wait—my dad comes here?” My dad is into sex clubs? What the…?
“Ah, you already know too much.” He stops to face me. “I’ll warn you now, Hazel, there’s no turning back from this. Whatever you see, wherever this takes you—your father cannot know. You want this? After tonight, your loyalty is to me. Can you handle that?”
“I want this. I won’t say a word.”
He waits to see if I’ll change my mind. When I remain resolute, he nods and reaches for the knob on the door in front of us. My nerves spike as we walk into the room, even though I try to hide them. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it’s not this. A dark room, with nothing but a large sofa chair in the center facing what looks like a large stage. “What is this?”
“Wait and see.” He walks us to the chair and sits, bringing me onto his lap. I squeal at the unexpected move, and his large hands wrap around my waist. His breath is warm as it skates along my neck. “Relax, little bird. Tonight is just for your viewing pleasure.” I squirm in his lap, trying to get comfortable, but it’s almost impossible. Being this close to him is both thrilling and nerve-wracking.
Dim lights begin to flicker, illuminating the room. I stiffen, and his fingers graze along my thighs as a faint glow glimmers from the stage. My eyes lock on the shimmery light, where two silhouettes are now forming. A man and a woman come into focus.
“What are they going to do?” I ask in a hushed voice.
Gabriel squeezes my thigh. “Patience,” he murmurs in my ear. My curiosity overrides my nervousness, and I find myself relaxing in Gabriel’s lap, waiting for what’s to come.
The couple glides to the center of the stage and comes into perfect view. An aura about them instantly captivates me. The woman is breathtakingly beautiful. Her hair is the color of gold and falls in beautiful silk waves down her back. She’s barely covered in provocative, white-laced lingerie that hugs each part of her body perfectly. A wave of insecurity swirls inside me at her beauty. Is this the type of woman Gabriel prefers?
Gabriel presses me closer to him, sensing my lack of confidence. “Relax, little bird.”
My chest exhales a deep breath, and I realign my focus on the man as he appears. He is dressed like Gabriel in an expensive and tailored suit, looking just as devastatingly handsome. His dark hair and strong jaw compliment his full lips and chiseled cheeks. He finally speaks, his voice low yet seductively demanding. He commands her to kneel, and my breath hitches as she obeys. Her head bows to the floor, and I’m mesmerized by her compliant form, my own body melting into Gabriel’s. My eyes are transfixed on the gentleman as he walks around her, dragging a feather along her flesh. A tingle begins to vibrate in my chest as he slowly trails the feather up the center of her chest, stopping to tease the edge of her clavicle. A shiver runs up my spine when he glides it along her slender shoulder blade. He brushes her perfectly positioned hair to the side, exposing her virtually bareback, and I can’t help but bite the inside of my cheek.
When he’s behind her, he drops the feather and pulls a handkerchief from his pocket. The color of the red material matches the deep-rooted fire stirring inside my belly. He reaches in front and wraps it around her eyes, taking away her sight. My heart starts to beat at an erratic pace. My eyes are transfixed on her hands, folded in her lap. That’s when he steps away and I catch sight of the next item he retrieves from a stool close by—a whip.
“What is he…?” my voice trails off as I follow his every move. Thin leather strips drag along her porcelain thighs, up her stomach, and over her small breasts. He moves behind her once again, and my throat constricts as he raises his hand. Slashes of leather lash along her pale flesh. I jolt in Gabriel’s lap with each sharp slap.
One, two, three…
“Why is he doing that? He’s hurting her.”
Four, five…
“Is he, though? Does she look like she’s in pain?”
How could she not be? Angry red lines form across her back, raising the skin to welts. Her eyes are hidden by the blindfold, only her parted lips revealed, and the rise and fall of her chest noticeable. Her subtle panting sounds like a sign of… of…
“Sometimes, pain is pleasure, little bird. Do you not wonder if she’s wet between her thighs? Should we ask to see?”
I grab his hand, stopping him from moving. “No. I’m okay.” The wetness between my own thighs revealed I’m far from okay. The woman receives another round of lashes and still doesn’t make a sound. As I lose myself in the way her lips stay parted with each breath she takes, I see it. I feel it. She is finding pleasure from it.
The gentleman leans forward to caress her butt cheek, then taps twice on her left cheek. On a silent command, she crawls on all fours, keeping her legs open wide. The man pulls an object out of his pocket, and I find myself leaning forward for a better look.
When he moves in front of her and kneels, I don’t dare blink. I follow his hand as it extends up to her mouth and finally realize the object he holds—a butt plug. A sharp intake of breath gives me away when he instructs her to open her mouth and lathers the item with her saliva. When he’s satisfied, he removes it and places his large frame behind her. His masculine hands massage her ass with such gentleness, I shamelessly wiggle in Gabriel’s lap. A part of me scolds myself to look away. This is too intimate and private. But I’m captivated by his movements. He spreads her cheeks wide, and my fingernails dig deep into Gabriel’s thigh as he inserts the plug inside her.
“Is she still in pain, little bird?” I hate him for asking a question we both know the answer to. Her face is now hidden behind the body of her lover, but there’s no hiding the glistening arousal coating the inside of her thighs. “Answer me,” Gabriel orders, but I shake my head. I can’t.
The man saves me by commanding her to stand. When she does, he captures her wrists, lifting them up to two chains hanging above her head. Once her hands are bound, he retrieves another toy. This time a vibrator. He whispers something to her, and her lips part in a pleasurable response, then he presses the vibrator to her core. Her head graciously tilts back as the man gives her pleasure from the toy. Gentle at first, then more aggressive, he works her harder until it disappears inside her. My pussy throbs as I lose myself in the moment and ride this strange wave of sensation with her, fantasizing about being in her place. My body tremors with hers, and I suck in my lower lip as the man thrusts the toy in and out of her. The woman is close to climaxing—and so am I. My thighs begin to shake at her pending orgasm, but it never comes. He pulls the toy out, dripping with her arousal, refusing her a release.
“Why—why did he do that?” My sex is throbbing and begging for my own release.
“Because her orgasm belongs to him—he chooses when she comes.”
I become fidgety in his lap, rubbing my ass back and forth against his thighs. “Doesn’t seem fair.”
His low chuckle is an added vibration to my already oversensitive body. “It’s about control, love. She’s accepted she belongs to him. Nothing is hers anymore, and control is what he craves. It’s his high. His release. Hers is giving him that. Do you not think they’re both enjoying this?”