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“Esme, you don’t have to rush it. These people like to be watched. If you want to slow down to take it in, you can.”
“Right. Of course.” I stopped, taking a sip of my drink before drifting to the next little room.
Here, a woman was on a low, wide bench, straddling a saddle like device, her hands gripping the front of it while she moved her hips back and forward. I tilted my head, trying to figure out what was going on. Oh, I see. She was riding the attached dildo. And those were little vibrating pads at the front that she was rubbing her clit on. The intensity of the vibrations increased, and she let out a low moan, moving her hips faster. A further increase in the vibrations had her head falling back, her eyes closed as she played with her nipples. Unable to figure out how she was controlling the settings, I looked around. There was a man off to the side, holding a phone in his hand, watching her intently.
Without even looking at his phone, he ran his thumb over the screen and the vibrations increased even more. One more flick of his thumb and over she went, arching her back, crying out as her body spasmed uncontrollably. When she was done, she fell forward, her chest heaving while the man lifted her gently from the device and lay her on her side.
I glanced up at Wolfe to find his eyes on me.
“Neat.”
He didn’t reply, but I heard him huff out a quiet laugh.
I crossed the narrow corridor to the other alcove. Here were two men standing facing the wall with their pants down, palms pressed to the concrete surface as their hips thrust rhythmically. “It looks like they’re fucking the wall.”
“They pretty much are. They’re glory holes. Someone on the other side of the wall is giving them head.”
“Huh.” That seemed weird and impersonal to me, so I moved on.
The next scene was much more intriguing. A woman was bent over a bench, her wrists strapped to it, while a man stood in front of her, his cock in her mouth. Behind her, a woman with a wooden paddle was smacking her on the ass. Each time the paddle landed, she let out a moan.
The man caught my eye, flicked his gaze to Wolfe standing behind me, and smiled, gesturing me in. “I think the young lady would like a turn,” he said to the woman with the paddle.
I hesitated as she offered it to me, then thought, fuck it, you only live once. It wasn’t like I was ever coming here again. I sipped my drink before handing it off to Wolfe, stepped in, took the paddle and gave the bent over woman a very light tap.
“Harder than that, pet. She loves it.” As he spoke, he gathered the woman’s hair in his hands and gave it a hard tug.
Okay then. Smack! She let out a low, pleasure filled moan that had me suddenly blushing and hastily handing the paddle back. I scurried out of there quick smart, barely able to look at Wolfe as I took my drink back and continued down the corridor. His low chuckle followed me, though. Bastard.
The next few rooms were pretty much the same sort of show. I must say, none of it really did anything for me and when I quietly said as much to Wolfe, he said, “I guess you’re not much of a voyeur, then.”
“I guess not.”
Until we got to one room, almost at the end of the corridor. My initial reaction was to demand what was going on, because the woman looked distressed. She was bound, hand and foot, to a tall, wooden X standing in the center of the room. Tears were streaming down her face and her skin was glistening with perspiration. A man was standing before her, his back to the room. One hand held her ponytail in a tight grip, the other, a vibrating wand.
“Please, please, please,” she begged, staring into the eyes of her tormentor in desperation.
“Sssh, not yet. Soon, sweetheart, soon.” He flicked the switch on the wand and pressed it ever so lightly against her clit. Her body jerked against the binds at her wrists and ankles, and she let out a sob. She didn’t look happy from where I was standing.
“What is going on?” I whispered.
Wolfe leaned down, speaking low into my ear. “He’s edging her.”
“What’s that?”
“Where he pleasures her for a long, long time, without letting her come.”
“That sounds awful.”
“I’d say they’ve been going at it for a fair while. Why don’t we wait till the end, and you can see exactly how awful it is.”
“But isn’t it upsetting her?”
“No. If she were in genuine distress, Greg over there in the corner would have put a stop to it.”
Ah, I hadn’t noticed Greg standing in the shadowy corner, keeping a watchful eye on proceedings.
“Enthusiastic consent, Esme, first, foremost and forever. She can put a stop to it with one word. But she won’t. Watch and see.”