Chapter Eight
“Damon. I think I should go.”
“I’m not finished showing you what you’re here to see.”
“There’s more?”
“If you can handle more.” He tilts his head slightly, never taking his eyes away from mine.
“That won’t be an issue.” I may have just lied. If what I witnessed was his first level of what he wants to show me, I can only imagine what’ll come next.
“Very well, try to be silent as we enter each room.” He takes my hand and leads me to the next door. I inhale sharply as I see the roles are now reversed. This time the guy is chained and restrained to a pole in the middle of the room, while the female circles him. They’re both dressed in tight, black leather… hers is head to toe, while he’s wearing an open pair of ass chaps and is bare chested, sweat dripping down his body. It’s obvious they’ve been playing since long before we walked in.
She grips his chin forcing him to look at her after his eyes roam the room when we enter. Standing by the door in complete silence, I watch everything she does and the way he reacts to her.
The loud chains fall to the floor just before she speaks. “Crawl to me.” Her voice is purposely loud enough for us to hear. He drops to all fours and begins following her around the room while she prances with one foot stepping directly in front of the other so that her ass sways in an exaggerated way. “Heel.” He moves to her feet as she slows, before he begins to remove the straps on her tall heels. Once the first shoe is in his palm, he pulls her foot toward his mouth and starts to kiss her ankle. He sucks on her toes and licks the bottom of her foot before she calls him off.
“Stop.” She takes a step forward and before he has a chance to follow she gives him another order. “Stay.” He’s bowing his head at her demands while he waits for her to return. I watch her buckle on a huge strap-on and walk toward him. The size of the cock has me squirming and instantly clinching my own ass just thinking about how it would feel. Is she about to give it to him in the ass? I turn toward Damon quickly, not sure if I’m ready to witness this, but find myself not able to look away for long.
It’s mind-blowing to watch him submit to her every order, this is much different than I’ve ever experienced sexually and honestly more than I think I could handle personally… but to each their own. I can’t imagine the amount of trust it would take to be able to submit to someone completely.
She reaches for a bottle of lube, squirting it on her fake dick as she approaches him. After roughly gripping his hips, she plunges forward, entering him before she stills deep inside of him, causing him to moan and roll his head back with the intrusion. He starts to move in front of her and I can’t take my eyes away from watching the thick, long cock disappear inside his ass over and over.
He writhes and rolls his hips while she remains perfectly still allowing him to get himself the buildup he’s after. Just as he’s moving faster and when it appears he’s about to explode, she pulls him against her and starts driving into him. He uses a single hand to open his zipper, freeing his own cock as she thrusts a few more times until he’s spilling his cum all over the floor beneath him.
They both breathe heavy in exhaustion; she pulls out and lets the belt fall to her feet while he returns both hands to the floor and lowers his head to wait for her next command.
As out of the ordinary I thought the first room was, this one seems to be even more so to me. But I can’t knock their style, he seems very satisfied and even though I’m curious why he wants it to be a woman to give it to him in the ass, I can understand the fantasy. To give yourself to someone completely has to be a rush in any aspect, but especially when it comes to the delicate and sometimes controversial ways of sexual desire.
She begins to lead him around again just as Damon gives my arm a slight nudge. We slip back into the hallway and this time he doesn’t stop to ask my opinion, he just keeps us moving toward the next door.
I can hear female squeals of pleasure before we even reach the room, almost preparing me for what’s behind the door… but not quite. My eyes meet a woman’s who is suspended in the air in a rope harness. Again, the rope is wrapped around her as though a perfectionist spent hours on it. Her tits are wrapped individually and beginning to turn red from the tight bondage. Her wrists are tied to her ankles making a triangle behind her back as she hangs with her stomach parallel to the ground. Clamps are hanging from her nipples and a few other parts of her body, each of them with added weights making them heavier. My nipples harden at the thought of gravity ripping the clamp from my skin, not that I’ve ever felt that… I can just imagine the pain. There are three men in here with her, not that any of them have my attention.
“Fuckkkkk.” A clamp hits the ground just before she screams out in pain. One of the guys smacks her across the face, her tears instantly begin falling.
“Shut the fuck up.” His gravelly voice makes me sick as he grips her cheeks and spits in her face.
“Please.” She pleads for him to stop, but he hits her again.
“Please what?”
“Please, sir.”
“Don’t make that mistake again.” He rips the other clamp from her nipple, making her scream out once again. He’s angry. I can feel the irate fumes coming from him as he circles her completely. “You just never learn, do you?” He raises his hand and I’m instantly moving forward to interrupt this bullshit. Not to mention, I’m infuriated with Damon for allowing something like this to go on. She obviously isn’t enjoying this and I’m not about to sit here and watch something that’s not consensual.
“Stop right now.” All eyes turn to me, some of them seemed surprised, the tall guy looks pissed, but I don’t care. I reach over the woman’s head and try to work the knot, having no luck even finding the end to begin untying her. My mind flashes to the guy with the knife and I turn to ask Damon if he has one.
“Babe, I’ll let you join if that’s what you want.” The female voice shocks me.
“What?”
“I’ll let you share my scene.”
“No. I’m saving you.” She begins to laugh.
“There’s nothing that can save me, girl. But thanks anyway.”
“You want all of this?” I take in more of the rope details now that I’m this close.
“Fuck yes. I planned every single move they’ll make. It’s what we do here.” I must look confused because she starts to explain. “Sorry if we’re making you feel uncomfortable, but there’s no need to ruin my scene because you can’t handle it.”
“I’m so sorry. I… I thought I was helping. Please forgive me.” I don’t look at Damon. Something tells me he isn’t happy that I just interfered, but my human instinct to help took over. I’m completely embarrassed and feel awkward standing in the room as they all try to get back into character… or whatever it is they do. Humiliation overwhelms me until I can’t breathe, making me reach for the door and run until I hit the fresh air outside.
Expecting him to follow, I’m surprised when it’s Joe I eventually see coming out of the house instead. “Are you alright, ma’am?”
“I’ll be fine, thank you.”
“Let me take you home.”
“No just give me a minute and I’ll be ready to go back in.”
“Mr. Deverick has asked me to take you home.” My heart sinks with his words. Just like that I’m no longer important enough for him to tell me it’s not going to work out himself. He sends his hired help to do the dirty work… all because I made a mistake and needed some fresh air.
“Great. Thank you, Joe.” I try not to allow him to see how frustrated I am, but I’m sure it’s written all over my face. I feel foolish for even coming here today and should’ve known better than to think I wanted involved in anything that involved a man that is as infuriating as Damon is.
I walk in front of Joe, making my way down the trail much faster than I did when we entered. It’s amazing what you can do when you have your eye sight to help. What was I thinking? This is so ridiculous.
My heart doesn’t know how fast to beat today and this is even more mortifying than what happened in that room. He’s blatant dismissal of me is demeaning and disrespectful. I can’t believe I ever let him get to me like he did.
The more I think about it all, the madder I get and the more I want to go back and scream my frustrations in his face for turning me upside down like this. Just two days ago, I was loving my hermit life and avoiding any drama in the outside world, my apartment walls were there to protect me from all of this nonsense. And now I’ve been rejected by some pompous asshole who pushed me into all of this even though I told him no more than once.
“I’m sorry, Joe, I’ll be right back. I left something inside.” I turn around and begin my walk back, planning to storm in and give him a piece of my mind.
“Miss. Richards, would you like me to come with you?”
“No, thank you. I’ll be fine.” The path takes too long allowing me to get even more upset as I make my way back. Who does he think he is bringing me into a place like this and then disregarding me when I don’t like something I see.
I get back to the house and I’m approached by a man before I even get to the door. “It’s locked.”
“Well unlock it. I need to talk to Damon.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
“Yes. Apparently, all day.” He opens the front door, but blocks me from going any further in the house.
“Let me check with him first. Please wait right here.” He points to Damon’s office and gestures for me to sit in the same chair I sat in earlier. My chest heaves as I anticipate what I’m about to say.
“Miss Richards, he’ll be here shortly.” I scan the room, trying to calm my nerves with any distraction I can find. The door sliding open behind me has me standing in an instant, all the fury returning in a rush.
“How dare you just dismiss me like that, just because I care about someone who seemed to be hurting? I won’t ever apologize for trying to help someone. You have no idea how rarely that actually happens.” I seethe my words in his direction while he stands still and allows me to say everything I need to say. “You practically stalked me. Why? To bring me here and mortify me before you just send me off with the hired help. You don’t even have the decency to tell me to get lost yourself. Well, let me save you the trouble, Mr. Deverick. I’m leaving here and I don’t want you to bother me again. Don’t email me and don’t fucking call me.”
He doesn’t move toward me as I yell at him, his face showing amusement as I express my anger, only pissing me off even more. Jesus, how does he spin me in all directions with a mere change of his expressions.
“And don’t look at me like that.”
“Are you finished?”
“You bet your ass I am.” I turn to leave his office, slamming the door as I go. Joe is waiting at the end of the path, holding the limo open for me. It isn’t until I sit in the backseat that I exhale a much needed breath of air even though I don’t feel any better after that dramatic exit I just made.