Page 62 of Promise Kept

And none of it seems to matter.

Yeah, I’m about to watch two people have sex… and watch it with Larissa…

But I already know the entire time I’m going to be fantasizing that it’s Larissa and I on the other side of the glass, fucking like crazy.

LARISSA

I really have no idea what I expect.

Do they walk into the room naked? Do they walk in dressed? Do they undress themselves or each other? Do they have some talking and foreplay…? Or is it just ‘get on your hands and knees and stick your ass into the air…?’

My heart races so fast it suddenly just calms itself down.

Ellis then stops and reaches for a door.

“When I open the door it’ll be dark but not too dark. A comfortable kind of dark. You can stand at the glass or sit down. Some people have the option to turn things on and off for the glass… some like to be seen and some like to know someone is watching.”

“Like being interrogated by the police,” I whisper.

“Yes. That kind of glass. Also, just to say it, there is a different room for those who like to watch and… touch…”

“Touch?” I ask.

Ellis leans down. “Some people like to touch themselves while they watch.”

The words send chills up and down my spine.

Ellis opens the door.

My heart races again.

We step into the room and can’t see anything at first.

This entire place is so well designed.

There’s a half-wall just inside the door to block the view.

Meaning we have to turn to the right and take a few steps.

As soon as we do that, I look and suck in a breath. Loudly.

“It’s okay, Larissa,” Ellis whispers. “But we can leave at any time…”

I cover my mouth and watch in awe.

I stare through the glass and there are two people… fucking.

The room is like a normal bedroom.

A bed. Two nightstands.

Sheets. Blankets. Pillows.

And there’s a man on top of a woman, fucking her.

The woman has her ankles locked around the man’s lower back.

He’s thrusting with slow force.

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