She was adorable, her words seeking to convince him of her experience while her bodily reactions denied everything she said. This little human female was brave, he’d give her that. She would be a worthy occupant of his bed tonight.
Moving upward along the spiral, they tarried at a few more windows. The room full of females in bondage, being tortured with pleasure, led her to bury her face in his chest for a moment before she recovered enough to give a nonchalant shrug. “I’ve seen it all before.”
At the room comprised of a giant game board where the bodies acted as pawns in the game, he’d asked if she enjoyed sports. While they watched, the play advanced a pair of identical males, who likely came up to her hip, into the same square as a slender blue-skinned female. They set upon her immediately and she laughed and surrendered, the three of them soon writhing on the floor in good-natured carnality.
“I enjoy a good match now and then,” she’d said, a twinkle in her eye.
Zelup was about to suggest a visit to other areas where many types of erotic sports could be played. He himself held a title in wrestling, having forced all others in his division to submit.
“Still, I’m not exactly dressed for athletics,” she said before he could reply. Moving up the spiral, she gave him a grin that made him start salivating. He realized then that the game between them now was more engaging than any he’d experienced in the Double V’s sporting areas.
There were other wonders to be seen, but they were not for the faint of heart, and suddenly, he tired of the slow tease. It was time to force her hand. Time to take things to the next level.
Leading her off the spiral, he stopped in an antechamber. Drawing her attention to the main hallway before them, he jerked his head in its direction. “I’m sure you’ve seen corridors like this before.”
It was a section of hall that had been divided into sub-walkways by a very thin, very flexible membrane. A person could choose a path and walk into it, the membrane moving to coat the body like a second skin. This allowed those in the adjacent pathways to interact with each other in completely safe, completely anonymous ways. The membrane was opaque enough to obscure one’s finer features, so it was like fucking a blur. Hands, mouths, and other pieces of anatomy were fondled, teased, and tested.
It was like a breathing piece of artwork. Blurred bodies sliding against one another, touching, coming together, slipping apart. A person could get lost in unending rapture for hours.
“What do you say, doll? Care for a stroll?” Zelup began drawing her forward, acting as if they would enter the hallway of nameless pleasures.
“Wait,” she said, her eyes wide. She stopped him, hands against his chest. “While this sort of scene might have been fun when I was younger,” she swallowed hard, “I’m more into the one-on-one thing at the moment.”
“Music to my ears, precious.” Zelup swept her up, relishing the feel of her in his arms. His bluff had paid off. The Vartik male had had no intention of actually entering the pathways. The thought of her writhing against another male had made him strangely nervous and upset. He refused to think further on what those emotions could mean and instead focused on speeding her to the privacy he desired.
Rather than continuing up the spiral and forcing her to see all the decadence and sin on display, he pulled her into an elevator, preferring to skip the rest of climb. The penthouse suites were completely private—unless the occupier wished otherwise—and had entrances off a back hall that required security access. Zelup punched in his code and was allowed access into the ornate hallway.
“Where are we?” she asked, her voice dreamy and soft.
“I’m taking you somewhere private where we can be alone.”
He could almost hear her heart beat harder. A sudden shadow of fear passed over her face and he wavered. She was clearly innocent. Perhaps it would be best to escort her to the exit. Surely, she’d had her fill of sightseeing. She could go home properly titillated. Tell all her friends about the freaks in the Double V. Back to her uneventful domesticity, innocence intact.
But then she snuggled closer, sliding her tiny hands up his chest, causing a shiver to dance down his spine. “I thought you’d never suggest it, Z. It was Z, right?” At his nod, she grinned. “I was about to ask you to invite me up myself.”
He laughed, caught off guard again. The little doll was surprisingly confident.
And sassy.
Zelup carried her to the door of his private quarters, entering the code that gave him access. As he stepped inside, automatic lights illuminated the room. He’d designed it for extreme efficiency, aiming for maximum pleasure with minimal upkeep. Besides a small square in the entryway, the entire floor was a modified mattress. There were stacks of pillows strewn about, and near the center, a seat comprised of interconnected straps swung from the ceiling.
In a corner of the room, the mattress ended, giving way to smooth Territhian marble. A tub big enough for four dominated the area, beside it a glass-paneled shower with a bench that afforded intriguing opportunities for interested parties.
It was a simple space, but it suited his needs. And at the rates the Double V charged, it was a luxury that few could afford.
“Come on in and make yourself comfortable,” he said, setting her down and giving a short bow.
“A swing,” she said, her lips twitching. “How original.”
Zelup laughed. “An old hand like you hasn’t fucked on a swing? Tell me it’s not true.”
His companion giggled. “There are a few things I haven’t had a chance to try yet. That’s what keeps it interesting.”
His grin didn’t disguise his disbelief. “You can drop your story, little girl,” he said. “I know you’re much less worldly than you let on.”
She bent at the waist to kick of the little golden heels she was wearing, affording him a view down her neckline at the firm fruits that rested under the fabric of her sexy dress. His cock twitched in his pants and he realized that soon, they’d be too tight and cutting off his circulation.
Taking a few steps forward onto the cushioned floor, she turned back to him. “What makes you think I’m so unsophisticated?”
