Although the two exchanges I just told you about are appealing to the eye, the couple on my left is far more interesting. They’re not just producing a feast for the eyes with needy grabs and fluidly precise rocks of their hips, they have my ears satisfied as well. They’re the most vocal of the group, and if the way the orange-haired man has his partner bent over the couch is anything to go by, this isn’t the first time they’ve fucked. They move together so well, I’m mesmerized by them in under a minute. It’s a beautiful scene of pounding flesh, light-altering eyes, and moans I’ve only heard leave my mouth once before.
If I had a sketchpad and a chunk of charcoal at the ready, I’d be in my ideal fantasy. I don’t care that they’re fucking or that I’m sneakily witnessing them at their most venerable. It’s the raw magnificence of the exchange I’m paying attention to. The way sweat rolls down the blonde’s temples every time the man plunges his veiny penis inside her, how the light above their heads enhances the wetness on his thick shaft, and then there’s their undeniable connection. It’s so blistering hot, my skin perspires as if I have just ran a marathon.
The heat bouncing off them has my temperature rising as rapidly as my panic when the only shroud of light lighting up the room is suddenly blanketed by a large, brooding frame. The poor condition means I can barely see an inch of my approacher’s face, however I don’t need to see his features to know who he is. His aura is telling enough.
“I kept your name off the guest list to ensure you didn’t end up in this room, and where do you venture to the instant you’re freed from captivity?” I can’t see Dimitri’s face, but I can imagine his scold when he answers his question on my behalf. “In the very room you have no right to be in.”
When he enters the space now feeling ten times smaller, the sound of skin slapping skin fades into the background. I can’t hear anything but my raging pulse. Dimitri’s eyes are holding the same murderous gleam they had when Eddie found my clit, and his jaw is so firm, I’m afraid it’s about to crack.
I discover the reason for his fury when he slants his head to the side and growls, “Get out.”
Sickness rolls through my stomach when a man I hadn’t noticed in the corner of the black space stands from a chair. Even with conditions being poor, my eyes have adjusted enough to the dark to understand his intentions. The crotch of his trousers is extended past the length of his zipper, and his belt is undone and hanging loosely in front of his stout thighs.
Although he’s as tall as Dimitri and almost as wide, he appears the size of a dwarf when he commences shimmying past Dimitri’s ominous frame. Dimitri could take a step to the side to give him a clear passage, but he won’t. He won’t do anything that will risk him taking his scorning eyes off me. He’s pissed the stranger witnessed my immorality, and he’s more than happy to make sure I’m aware of that.
His scorn makes me all types of hot. It also tells me why he’s arrived out of the blue. I disobeyed him. As far as he’s concerned, that’s cause for punishment.
I’m tempted to follow the stranger’s flee when he squeezes through the minute portion of air Dimitri’s menacing frame isn’t taking up, but lose the chance when Dimitri takes another step. My feet root into the floor, both mesmerized by the fury radiating out of him and scared. I don’t think he will hurt me, but in a way, that’s as scary as the thought of him never touching me.
“Do you know what this room is, Roxanne?” His voice is low and husky in the quiet of my wickedly dreary thoughts. It demands my attention even more than the couples fucking around me. I don’t pay them an ounce of attention. My focus is entirely gobbled up by the brute of a man in front of me.
When I nod, Dimitri tsks me like I’m a child. Determined to prove I’m not as stupid as he thinks, I fold my arms in front of my chest to hide the rattle of my hands before mumbling, “It’s a viewing chamber. They’re usually found in BDSM clubs or fetish dungeons. They’re for people who enjoy watching others have sex.”
“Close.” He takes another step my way, trapping my perception as well as smarts. My clit is buzzing more now than it was when the ginger-haired man bent his date over the two-seater sofa to take her from behind. “This is a play space for people who like being watched.” The dark, shiny locks framing his face fall away when he peers up at the ceiling. “The voyeurs are up there.”
Like magic, the black ceiling that appears to be made out of glass turns transparent. It unveils a group of thirty to forty people glancing down at us with hungry, wanton eyes.
Shit.
“They…” Dimitri’s eyes are still on the people watching our every move, “… pay good money to watch people have sex.” Once his eyes are back on my face, he drags his teeth over his lower lip. “However, you can hire these pods for other things.” The ceiling shifts back to its original setting when he takes another step closer to me. “You can suck your brother-in-law’s dick without guilt, fuck your secretary without your wife knowing. You can even celebrate your fifth wedding anniversary if that’s your kink.” His eyes shift to each couple he’s referencing before he returns them to me. “You can even be punished here when you don’t do as you’re told.”
The coolness of a wooden desk brushes my backside when Dimitri’s next step sees me taking a giant one back. I’m not scared of the menace in his tone. I need something to balance on to ensure my legs remain upright. That’s how smoking hot his voice is when its fueled by undeniable anger.
“What did I tell you to do tonight, Roxanne?” he asks after taking in the faintest press of my thighs.
“You said—”
“Louder.”
I swallow the saliva threatening to pool in the corner of my mouth before trying again. “You said I was to stay in my room until you returned.”
He smiles like my submissiveness is hardening his cock.
If the bulge in his trousers is anything to go by, it is.
“Is this your room, Roxanne?”
When I shake my head, he arches a thick brow, demanding a voiced response.
Bossy bastard.
“No. This isn’t my room.”
Another step is closely followed by another squeeze of my thighs. “Then why are you here?”
With this the simplest question to answer, I reply, “I wanted to join in—”
“Louder.”
“I wanted to join in,” I almost shout. “I don’t like that you’re excluding me.”
His smirk would have you convinced I said what I really wanted to say. That the more he ignores me, the more I crave his attention. I’m like a disobedient child who doesn’t understand good attention far exceeds bad attention. I want it in any way I can get it.
I guess that’s why my father’s endeavors to embarrass me didn’t work?
With my mood not as chipper as it once was, I attempt to sidestep Dimitri. “I’ll go back to my room.”
He grips the top of my arm before I’m halfway to the door. It isn’t a painful hold, but it’s most certainly a domineering one. “If you want to be included, Roxanne, I’m more than happy to include you.”