Page 38 of Ruthless Savage

People are doing things to each other.

I gulp. When I get the sense to run, Karen grips my hand even tighter.

“Don’t be a baby about it.” She shoves me playfully with her shoulder. “Have you never watched porn before?”

“No…”

Adam laughs. “Leave her alone.”

We continue into another large room, but this time, most of the people are not fully dressed.

A woman in a black corset dress and black mask leads a naked woman by a leather leash, a gold collar chained to her neck and a white feathery face covering on her.

In a separate corner, three men are all over a single woman. Her body is bare, lying across one man who’s inside her, while another pleasures her between her thighs. The third strokes himself before he shoves his dick into her mouth. This is insane. How are they doing this in front of people, and why am I getting aroused as I watch them?

“Isn’t that hot?” Karen whispers. “Wouldn’t it be amazing to have three men at once?”

“Uh…no…”

I’ve never even had one.

I immediately think about Devlin and me. Him naked, touching me, not knowing who I am. Maybe that’s better…if he doesn’t know it’s me. Maybe that’s the only way he’d ever have me.

But that’s ridiculous. Of course he’d know who I am. He’d hear my voice and realize it immediately.

I keep walking like I’m hypnotized, strutting down past another corridor, finding another room with many beds, all filled by people who are partaking with one another. Multiple people stand on the side and watch.

This isn’t me… I shouldn’t be here.

But maybe that’s the problem. This sort of thinking is why I’m still a virgin at almost nineteen.

Further I go, spotting more private rooms, all with different things happening. In one, a man is nude, his erection hard as a woman is chained from the ceiling. Her wrists cuffed, ankles too, while he uses some kind of flogging thing. I think that’s what it’s called. Her mask is beautiful, black with gold peacock feather designs drawn into it. But it’s the sounds she makes that have me rooted.

In his hand is a device of some kind, one that hums. It’s got a circular end, and when he places it around her core, she cries out and her body convulses as she moans, over and over until she screams. But he doesn’t stop. He continues until she does it again. He tortures her with orgasms, and I’m immediately jealous.

Is that how good it feels? I want to have just one, to know what it would be like.

She has another one, and my throat goes dry, my body warm all over. I shouldn’t be watching this.

“Karen, I should?—”

But when I turn my head, I realize neither she nor Adam are here anymore. I hadn’t even noticed that she was no longer beside me. I didn’t even look to see if she was following me. Where is she? I can’t even call her because they took our damn phones!

I force myself to calm down even as my pulse pumps in my throat. I’ll find them. They have to be around here somewhere.

I continue to walk further, past another room where a woman lies on a wooden contraption. Her wrists are tied above her head with thick rope, a black-and-red polka-dot mask on her.

Her nipples are concealed by crystal teardrops that have a large diamond in the middle, like an eye, and the collar she wears is all black. The man standing next to her is wearing a black devil mask.

I remain still, watching him use a leather whip on her, tracing her breasts, her thighs, before he snaps it across her hip. She yelps, her legs twisting while he now traces his fingers down her arms.

I grow insanely uncomfortable—not from watching, which I hate to admit I’m liking. It’s the tightness in my body, the throbbing at my center that has my throat dry. The need to touch myself overtakes me, but I’ve never done that before. And I definitely can’t do it here.

“You’re new,” a deep Russian accent husks behind me.

I gasp, spinning around to find an exceptionally tall man in a suit, an ornate gold mask on his entire face. Two buttons are neatly undone on the gray dress shirt beneath his black suit jacket. I have to look up just to meet his face. Maybe he plays for a basketball team.

“Uh, yes. Sorry, I—I should go.”

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