Page 81 of Unwritten Rules

“Fuck!” A whispered expletive leaves my lips when I duck inside behind Mila, surreptitiously checking over my shoulder for followers as the door slowly creaks shut behind us.

Of all the places to wind up at Valentine’s, The Roleplay Room is quite possibly the worst of all. All manner of kinks lurks within, with little to no limits on the guests’ imagination.

Christ knows what we’ll find in here!

“Mila?”

I whisper-shout her name above the white noise of breaking waves playing into the dimly lit space that stretches on into darkness. Some alcoves are lit more brightly with all manner of set-ups placed intermittently throughout, but none close to where I’m standing.

When I get no response, I amble inside a little further, spotting a flash of white to my left. Marching towards her, fully intent on tearing her a new one for knowingly taking both of us into potentially unknown depravities, I come to a standstill just a couple of feet away.

She’s shrouded in darkness, eyes fixed intensely on some sort of roleplay within a softly lit alcove. I edge ever closer, watching as her nostrils flare and her chest begins to rise and fall quickly, whatever she sees clearly affecting her.

My eyes move from her to take in the display before us. A masked man sits behind a desk as a masked woman wearing a schoolgirl outfit with her hair in bouncy pigtails sits on the desk facing him.

She slowly tugs her skirt higher and higher, his jaw ticking, visible even at this distance.

Once she’s exposed her most intimate self to him, he leans forward to get an up-close look, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Such a pretty pussy. May I touch her?”

My eyes stray back to Mila, finding her nibbling on her pouty bottom lip until, suddenly and without warning, she turns to catch my gaze.

We stare at one another without moving, peering into each other’s very souls and all the while, the female roleplay guest’s moans of rapture fill our ears.

My head begins to feel lightheaded and fuzzy – like I can’t quite focus on any one thought other than this palpable desire pulsating between us, tying us together with an invisible tether, coiling around us like a serpent.

“Nate, I—”

Closing the final distance between us in two long strides, I feel something inside of me snap as I roughly place my forefinger over her lips.

“No, Hellcat.” I’m annoyed at how she makes me lose my head so quickly, so I spin her about to face the show once more. “You wanted a show, right? As you damn well wish.”

CHAPTER 24

MILA

Nate spins me round to face the couple in the alcove, and my whole body hums in anticipation. My thoughts scream so loud. I pray that he can hear them.

Please touch me!

He leans down, his frame dwarfing my much smaller one, to rest his lips against the shell of my ear.

“Now watch the show, Hellcat, like a good girl.”

My eyes fall shut as his whispered breath fans across my ear and the side of my face. His words send a shiver of pure lust straight through me, settling right in my pussy. I clench my legs unashamedly, searching for friction that my throbbing clit so desires, but it’s not enough.

“Touch…touch me, Nathaniel.”

He inhales sharply through his nostrils, his chest rising and falling at pace. His breathy response feels half-hearted, at best.

“I won’t cross that line, Mila.”

Feeling empowered by his reaction, I push harder. “It doesn’t need to mean anything. No one ever needs to know…”

I feel a thrill of desire when his blatantly hard cock rubs against my lower spine. The knowledge that this is – that I am – turning him on is intoxicating until a scream rends the area.

Both of our gazes are drawn back to the couple before us. The man, seemingly having had enough build-up, has stood to plunge his dick into his partner’s pussy, and both of their faces, despite the masks, are contorted in apparent ecstasy.