“You’re angry.”
Her shoulders slump in defeat and I tip her chin to face me and whisper huskily, “I’m not angry, merely turned on. I wonder how fast this jet can fly?”
Her soft giggle punctures my heart once again, and I can’t help myself and kiss those tempting lips so hard I hope they bruise. I want them swollen with my attention, my mark if you like, and as she kisses me back, we sign a virtual contract because what Alice wants, she gets ten times over.
Three hours later.
The air is tense, the room dark, and the thump of deprivation hangs heavy in the air. Alice is silent beside me—nervous, timid, excited and desperate.
She shivers as we reach the gallery and gazes down on the couples engaging in sexual acts that would make the devil blush. Her breathing intensifies as we observe a man whipping a woman with a cat - o’ - nine-tails. Her screams fly around the pit of hell, reaching the heavens, and as Alice shifts beside me, I notice the red skin of the woman as the tail cuts into her bare flesh.
“He’s hurting her.”
Alice is shaking, and I shrug. “It’s how she likes it.”
“Are you mad?”
The woman’s sobs reach our ears, and I place my finger on Alice’s lips. “Wait.”
Her gaze falls back to the scene as the man enters the woman from behind, and her scream of ecstasy replaces her tears as she pleads with him to go deeper, faster.
“Oh my God.”
Alice gasps, her eyes never leaving the scene, and as he pumps furiously inside the woman, I note Alice’s fingers grip the handrail. She can’t look away; she’s unapologetic and riveted by the scene, and my heart swells with love mixed with lust for my wife.
“Is that what you do?” She asks, her voice faltering, and I nod, intent on revealing the entire truth of my sadistic ways.
“Yes. I do whatever the woman wants. Some like it to hurt, others not so much.”
“Have you ever whipped a woman?”
“Several times.”
The tension in the air is palpable, and she shrinks away from the side, averting her eyes as the man roars his release, the woman begging for more.
I point to another couple of men who are fucking a woman between them. Her throat in a chokehold as they restrict her air.
“To anyone observing them, they would call the cops. They believe that a woman is being murdered in front of their eyes, but the man knows exactly when to stop.”
Tears are rolling down Alice’s face as she gazes at the scene, and as the man releases his hold, the woman gasps and then screams with ecstasy as if she’s seen God himself.
“Oh my god, I’m coming.”
The three people involved come simultaneously, and it’s an incredible spectacle.
“I can’t.” Alice backs away from the side, and I wonder if this is too soon or will ever be possible.
“I can take you back to the apartment. You don’t have to stay.”
I am protective of her, and if we do it at all, it must be because Alice wants it.
“No.”
Her fierce glare cuts me a new one, and she points to a room with a vacant sign.
“I want to do this.”
She strides over to the room and as she heads inside, I’m a willing accomplice.
