I looked away, steeling my reaction but powerless to control the hardening of my cock.
Kiernan guided us onward.
We observed three more scenes. A woman dominating another woman—Ophelia’s hand found mine and squeezed tight. A rope suspension that turned the human body into art. A sensory deprivation scene wherethe submissive floated in darkness, responding to touches she couldn’t anticipate.
Through all of it, Kiernan paid more attention to us than the scenes. And through all of it, I tracked Ophelia’s responses—how her breathing changed, the flush that spread across her skin, how she pressed her thighs together.
Finally, we stopped in a shadowed alcove. Ophelia was trembling again, her arousal rebuilt from everything she’d witnessed.
Kiernan noticed. “She needs release again.” His eyes met mine. “And you’ve been patient.”
He looked at Ophelia. “On your knees.”
She sank down without hesitation. Her hands found my belt, my zipper, then her mouth found me.
I braced one hand on the wall.
Kiernan stood beside us, close enough for me to smell his subtle cologne. His eyes never left my face as Ophelia worked me with her tongue.
She took me deeper, and my hips jerked forward. Kiernan’s hand landed on my shoulder, holding me steady.
“Easy,” he said. “Let her set the pace.”
His grip tightened, and heat surged through me that had nothing to do with Ophelia’s mouth. His hand on me. His voice in my ear. His eyes holding mine.
“What about you?” I managed. “Don’t you want?—”
“Yes.”
The word hung there.
“Then, why?—”
“You’re not ready for what I want.”
Before I could respond, Ophelia did something devastating with her throat. I came hard, my vision whiting out, and when I opened my eyes, I looked at Kiernan first.
He watched me with hunger. Or maybe possession.
Ophelia rose, wiping her mouth after Kiernan offered her a handkerchief.
“Come,” he said. “One more thing.”
There wasa bed draped in dark silk, soft amber lighting, and a chair positioned in the corner of the private room where he took us to.
“On the bed,” Kiernan told Ophelia. “Oliver, get her naked.”
I peeled the dress over her head, leaving her bare on the sheets.
“Now, sit in the chair.”
I retreated to the corner. From here, I had a clear view of everything.
Kiernan undressed—shirt first, then trousers. He stood naked, and I noticed things I shouldn’t. The scars on his ribs and shoulder blade, the dark hair trailing down his stomach to his thick and hard cock.
I tried to look away, but couldn’t.
He positioned himself between Ophelia’s thighs. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.
