I’m so out of my element. The two brief sexual encounters I’ve had didnothingto prepare me for this. Watching these people be so unabashedly open with their sexuality almost makes me jealous. That they’re not shy about being naked, about making noise and taking what they want is something I admire and respect.
I don’t know that I could do it.
Could I?
I imagine Rome kissing me, touching me, pushing me up against one of the pillars, and my core tightens. But letting him get me naked here?
I don’t think so.
The entire time we’ve been in here, I feel like his eyes are on me, but I haven’t seen him in the room. That doesn’t mean he’s not watching. I know he is. I canfeelhis eyes on me.
Scarlett leads me past a couch where two men are fucking one woman. She’s straddling one of them, and the other is behind her, and all three are writhing like it’s the best night of their life.
Against a pillar, a man has another man bent over, gripping the wood tightly, as he’s fucked from behind.
There’s so much to see everywhere. So much movement and noise and music. I try to keep my face impassive because I don’t want anyone to feel like I’m judging them.
Because I’m not. I think it’s awesome that this place exists.
But there’s a lot here that I don’t want to do.
Breath play? I don’t know about that.
Definitely no spanking or whipping.
Being tied up actually looks kind of hot.
“Shibari,” Scarlett whispers to me as we approach a man working with different colored ropes with his partner. “That’s what it’s called.”
“I kind of like it,” I admit, and she smiles with a nod.
The guy wanders over to me and lets me touch the ropes, winking at me. They’re so soft. And the knots he’s made all up and down her body are beautiful.
He returns to his girl and continues. She’s kneeling, her hands behind her back, watching him closely. She’s panting. Her eyes are dilated so wide, all I can see is black. And I can see why. Yeah, that’s hot as fuck, and I wonder if Rome can do that.
After we make our way around the room, she leads me through another set of doors and down a hallway, but it’s not really that simple. It’s so beautiful down here. The floor is mustard yellow, and the walls are papered in a gorgeous purple design. The music is muted a bit here, but I can still hear it.
“Most of the rooms are private,” she says. “Members can book them ahead of time. Sometimes they ask one or more of us to join them or bring their own partners.”
“Not all of the rooms are private?” I ask her.
“Some are voyeur rooms.” She grins.
“Isn’t that what the playroom is?”
Scarlett laughs and wraps her arm around my shoulder. “I guess so, but this is different. Basically, people are engaging in things in the room, with the guise that it’s just for them, but there are windows for people to watch. Like here.”
A small crowd is gathered around the window that looks into an opulent room. There’s a king-sized bed, and in the center of it, a woman is on her hands and knees, and a man is fucking her from behind. One hand on her throat, one on her ass, pounding into her, and she’s screaming his name. Her hair falls over her face, and he gently brushes it aside. He leans over her, kisses her neck, and whispers something into her ear that has her grinning as if in anticipation of whatever he’s suggested.
It’s hot as hell.
By the time we’re finished in the privacy hall, I’m so worked up, I can hardly breathe. My thighs tremble, my lips are parted, and I’m breathing hard.
I need Rome.
I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before, and I need him to soothe this ache that Scarlett’s tour has brought out inside me. I feel like I’ll die if he doesn’t do something about thisright now.
“Do you know where Rome is?” I ask Scarlett as we walk out and into the lounge.
