“Let’s go downstairs,” Daphne said.
April lifted her lovely dark brows. “You don’t want to ease into it?”
“I think she just did,” Sasha said, winking at the person on the couch.
They grinned back, revealing very cute dimples and a charming gap between their teeth.
Sasha’s wink escalated into that one-side-of-her-mouth grin, and Daphne had the distinct feeling she wouldn’t be acting as tour guide for very long.
“I think I did too,” Daphne said, pushing Sasha and Apriltoward the stairs that led to the basement. They both headed down them without hesitation, and Daphne forced herself to follow, despite her pounding heart and clammy palms.
Downstairs, the basement—or dungeon, rather—opened up into a large space that spanned the whole house. The lights were soft and golden, mostly salt lamps placed strategically on tiny tables, which also held baskets full of disposable gloves, condoms, a roll of paper towels, and a bottle of cleanser. Various equipment was placed around the room, including—according to Sasha as she pointed everything out—a St. Andrew’s Cross, spanking benches, a curvy red sex chaise, a few wedges and pillows, and a cage. A swing dangled in the middle of the room, as yet unoccupied. Lo-fi music played from a Bluetooth speaker in one corner, the beat gentle and sexy.
There were only a few people down here right now, most of them investigating the furniture and toys as well. But as the three of them stood there taking in their surroundings, a couple made their way to the St. Andrew’s Cross—two tall beams in the shape of an X, complete with hand and foot restraints at each end.
“Here we go,” Sasha said quietly.
The two white women approached the cross with smiles, laughing as the woman with short dark hair helped the strawberry blonde woman lean her back against the cross. They were both dressed simply, but the respective shorts and skirt they wore left plenty of skin exposed. Short Hair secured Strawberry’s wrists and ankles, and then they kissed.
They kissed deeply, Short Hair’s entire body pressed against Strawberry, Short Hair’s hands roaming and exploring. Strawberry released a moan, then they both giggled.
Daphne felt like a voyeur, and her cheeks were flaming hot, but she also couldn’t look away as Short Hair picked up some sort of toywith long, rainbow-hued leather falls—a flogger, according to Sasha—and the couple started kissing again.
Daphne definitely felt…some kind of way.
Of course, she’d watched porn before. Good porn. The stuff with real people who make their own videos because they love sharing authentic sexual experiences. So it wasn’t like she’d never seen people she didn’t know making out. She’d seen them doing way more than what this couple was doing right now. But live and in person, in a sex dungeon full of people who were there to experience something pleasurable or empowering or beautiful—that was a very different thing than porn.
Daphne’s breath felt short, and there was a very gentle but very distinct hum between her thighs.
Short Hair trailed the flogger’s falls over Strawberry’s thighs, then her arms, before stepping back and using the flogger like a whip. The toythwackedgently, and Strawberry gasped sharply. Daphne made a sound not unlike a squeak.
“All right, lovers,” Sasha said, turning away from the couple to face Daphne and April. “What do you want to try out first?”
“I thought you said there was no pressure for Daphne to do anything,” April said drolly.
Sasha smirked. “I wasn’t talking to her.”
“Oh, oh, okay.” April laughed and put her hands on her hips. “I’m game.”
Sasha flourished her hand toward the nearest bench—it looked a little like a pommel horse, just without the handles, and had a place where a person could kneel and rest their upper body on the main component.
Which April did.
Daphne’s mouth was suddenly very, very dry.
This wasn’t evensexy.
At least, not in the traditional sense. Granted, yes, okay, Short Hair and Strawberry were making some very distinct noises that were definitely sexy, but that wasn’t what Daphne was even focusing on right now.
Right now, April was fully clothed, yes, but she was kneeling on a spanking bench and sort of…wiggling her ass in the air.
Okay, so maybe this was very, very sexy.
And playful.
And funny.
Daphne was dizzy. She was severely dizzy and might have to sit down. She leaned against the wall on April’s other side for a little support, while Sasha twitched her fingers over the table of toys, finally picking a thick, multicolored feather and what looked like a black leather riding crop.
