My breath hitches in my throat as a naked woman kneels on a bench, presenting her ass to a man who’s sporting a giant hard-on.
“Oh my word.” The words slip from my lips so softly, I’m pretty sure no one, including Izzy, heard them.
“That’s hot. She likes to be watched,” Izzy says, and I realize our room isn’t as quiet as I think and Izzy’s standing closer than I thought.
“Do you like being watched?” I don’t know why I ask her that question.
Sex isn’t something I was brought up to speak about in public. But then again, I wasn’t raised to watch other people, very naked people, having sex either.
Izzy shakes her head. “No. Not really.”
I want to ask what “not really” means, but I keep my mouth shut. That wasn’t a no, but it’s not a yes either.
“Not with so much nudity and fucking,” she says softly like she’s read my mind.
“What else is there?” I ask because now my mind’s spinning more than it was before.
“I could watch this all day,” Suzy says as she steps to my other side and stares out through the glass. “There’s something so naughty and forbidden about being in the shadows, watching the carnal display.”
I turn my face, taking in her white skin and blond hair. The girl seemed so pure, so innocent when I met her a short time ago, but clearly, I was wrong.
Izzy leans forward, looking at Suzy and getting my full attention. “Let your freaky side show, girl,” Izzy says.
“You know what this does to me,” Suzy replies as I turn to look at her again, still in shock.
Yep. Not innocent at all.
“You’ll thank me later.” Izzy laughs.
Izzy motions toward the cross again, and I don’t know where I want to look anymore. One scene is better than the next, each couple or group sexier than the last. “See the way he’s touching her ass?” Izzy asks.
I nod slowly as my eyes rake over the couple, the woman strapped to the tilted cross and the man running his hand over the swell of her naked ass.
“He’s calming her, preparing her for what’s to come. Watch her face. See the way she enjoys his touch and how she’ll crave the lash of his whip, too.”
My heart hammers in my chest as I place my hand against the glass in front of us, trying to gain control of my breathing.
The whip is in his hands as he stands at her side, whispering against her lips, and rubbing the swell of her ass. Her eyes are hooded; that much is clear in the light they’re bathing in and from the shadows where we stand. He says something to her, and she nods before her gaze drops to the floor. The man places the handle of the whip under her chin, lifting her eyes back to his. A few more words are exchanged before he leans forward, whip still under her chin, and kisses her so passionately, my knees almost give out right from under me.
“I think we got another one,” Izzy says, but I stay silent instead of asking what she’s talking about.
I can’t seem to find words. My mind’s scattered, and my thoughts are running wild, making speaking damn near impossible.
“What are you guys looking at?” Daphne asks from behind me before gasping. “Is that a St. Andrew’s Cross?”
“Yep,” Izzy says quickly.
“Fuck. This is so much hotter than in books,” Daphne replies.
For a moment, I wonder what alternate universe I’m in or how I feel like a nerdy high school virgin who’s the most clueless one of her friends about anything sex-related. Innocent Suzy and my soon-to-be sisters-in-law seem to know what I’m watching, but I know nothing.
My eyes are fixed, my breathing harsh as the man backs away and stands behind the woman with the whip in his hand. The woman looks calm, too calm for what’s about to happen. When he raises his hand and the whip whirls through the air and the tip touches her ass, she barely moves. He makes the motion again, this time a little more of the whip cascading across her ass, and she tips her head back, eyes closed and a look on her face so serene, it totally throws me off-kilter.
I want to close my eyes or cover my face, knowing I shouldn’t watch this couple and their intimate moment, no matter how out of the normal realm of sex it may be. But I can’t do it. I can’t stop looking, wondering what’ll happen next, and slightly turned on too.
His hand moves faster, the whip lashing against her ass in rapid succession until red streaks across her pale skin. I reach back, rubbing my ass, knowing the pain from childhood and hating the memory.
“It’s not like that,” Izzy says, again like she’s reading my mind. “She likes the pain. It heightens her pleasure.”
