Page 6 of All Your Lies (All or Nothing #2)

I turn around in the empty hallway and wonder if I should head back the way I came. With a mix of curiosity and uncertainty, I decide to put on the mask and cautiously turn the knob on the door. Jenna’s earlier words of living a little propel me forward. What’s the worst that can happen?

As I walk in, I come to an abrupt halt.

The room is spacious but devoid of light besides floor lighting, like in a movie theater along the baseboards.

There are large windows on every wall. Some people also donning masks are curiously peering into those windows.

While others seem five seconds away from fucking in the middle of the room where more comfy-looking couches are situated.

What the hell did I just stumble into?

I clutch the mask tightly, ensuring it won’t slip off. The screams in my mind fade into the background as I wear the mask, giving me the courage to move forward, empowered by the anonymity that shrouds me.

No feelings of embarrassment or guilt run through me as they usually do when I’m watching porn. It’s refreshing and freeing.

With caution, I quickly glance through the first window. A shiver runs down my spine, my breath hitching in my throat as I find myself frozen, unable to tear my gaze away.

A woman is strapped to an enormous piece of wood in the shape of an X in the middle of the room. The room is decked out in some medieval-looking torture chamber shit. Bricks adorn the walls, giving the effect of a genuine dungeon.

Hundreds of flickering candles illuminate the room, casting a soft and mysterious glow on the walls, displaying various whips and paddles.

The man in the room is naked besides his black leather mask.

He whips the woman on different parts of her body, making her scream in ecstasy and beg for more.

My eyes widen in shock. This is unlike anything I’ve ever seen.

I’ve read about it, yes, even fantasized about it a time or two, but witnessing it firsthand is a whole new experience.

My heart pounds in my chest as I let what I see wash over me, making a powerful sensation reach my core. A spark of intrigue has ignited within me, and I never want the excitement to fade.

I take one last glance at the woman strapped down before making my way to the next window.

The next room resembles an exam room at a doctor’s office, with sterile white walls and a bright overhead light.

A busty nurse in a candy striper costume with a stethoscope around her neck stands over a naked woman on the exam table.

The nurse takes a metal instrument and rolls it down the woman’s body as she writhes on the table.

As she goes between the woman’s legs, she rolls the instrument against her most sensitive flesh, making her scream.

Which makes more viewers crowd the window.

I take that as my cue to head to the next room.

A few people occupy the next window. The interior is a weathered, Gothic-style church, where the ethereal glow of stained glass bathes the space in a mesmerizing display of colors.

A man in black clothing and a white collar stands over a young woman kneeling at his feet, dressed in only a plaid skirt, white ruffle socks, and chunky patent leather Mary Janes.

He speaks to her while rubbing her head.

She nods at whatever he says before a slow smile plays on her red-painted lips.

The man grabs the woman’s hand, and they walk into the confessional that’s off to the right and out of sight.

Catholicism was a big part of growing up in the families.

Another way to wash all the bloody hands—confessional on Saturday followed by Eucharist on Sunday just to murder on Monday.

The teachings have made a lasting impression, and as a result, this scene is profoundly unsettling, but what’s truly alarming is how captivated I am by it.

The fourth room is an enormous cage that looks to be two stories high, with a mattress at the bottom and dozens of silk pillows. No one is inside, and I’m almost disappointed. I’m curious about what happens in this room.

As I approach the last window, I have to lean in against the glass and squint to make out what’s inside.

A chaotic swirl of vibrant graffiti explodes across the walls, the only visible shapes in the overwhelmingly dark room, set off by the flashing black lights and strobes, creating a rhythmic, pulsing light show.

A brightly painted couple moves into my view and sways to the thumping bass of house music emanating from the room.

The lights flicker in perfect synchrony with the music’s rhythm.

It’s reminiscent of a wild, pulsating rave.

As I observe the scene, I notice a second man positioned discreetly behind the first man who is grabbing the woman. Their actions have me fixated, unable to avert my gaze. They move to the music and explore each other’s bodies unhurriedly, with each touch eliciting a euphoric expression.

Out of nowhere, a fiery sensation surges through my body, starting from my spine and working its way up my nape. Without warning, an imposing figure appears behind me and forcefully pushes their body into mine.

And what do I do? Nothing.

The mix of shock and a touch of arousal leaves me bewildered.

When I raise my eyes, I’m instantly fascinated by their hands and fingers, covered in elaborate tattoos and embellished with rings on their middle and pinky fingers, which lean against the cold glass window.

Something about this person’s presence is incredibly powerful, almost overwhelming.

His other hand scrapes down my left side, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Then, he grabs my waist with a rough grip, and I can’t help but gasp in surprise. He brings me even further back against him and angles my hips so my ass is rubbing against his extremely hard crotch.

To steady myself, I press both palms against the window. He moves me back and forth a few times to show me just how hard he is while holding me securely, like I might disappear.

As a surge of excitement and fear rushes through me, a moan escapes my lips involuntarily.

I feel the soft brush of a beard against my ear as he leans into me, followed by the most deliciously deep and raspy voice I’ve ever heard.

“Do you like what you’ve seen tonight, piccolo angello? Do you wish it was you in one of these rooms getting worshipped by a man who’s been starved for an eternity?”

Even in the face of my silence, he carries on with his words.

“Do you see the way they’re touching her?

” He asks as he sniffs along my neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“That is but a mere taste of what I’d do to you.

How I’d own every piece of you, one by one, until all you remember is me and me alone.

” His words continue to flow smoothly and with a sense of certainty.

He’s unhurried and confident.

Yet his sharp and cutting words pierce through me in all the right ways, leaving me weak and yearning.

What is happening to me and why do I like it so much?

Before I’m able to reply, a satisfied chuckle reaches my ear, followed by sweet pain as he bites my earlobe.

Hard.

A sudden, unexpected squeal escapes my lips, followed by another zap to my core, which blends surprise with a profound yearning for him to do it again.

My legs give out as his grip tightens.

He’s holding me together, while simultaneously causing me to fall apart.

A wave of intense heat washes over me, as if the sun itself has suddenly shifted closer. My body is flushed from head to toe. My dress is practically suffocating.

Maybe I will take Jenna’s advice and let him rip the damn thing to shreds.

This sweet madness he’s creating in me feels like a delicious poison, a captivating destruction.

I could blame it on the drinks in my system, but I know it’s not that.

It’s him.

It’s the power I feel radiating off him as he grabs and takes, his controlling tone, and his air of dominance. All things that would usually send me running, but now leave me with a strange, insatiable desire for more.