He chuckles.
“I guess to people like you, it’s not much.”
He grabs my hips, turning me toward him, forcing my body flush against his. “To people likeus, little rabbit. You’re my wife. And what’s mine…” He traces my bottom lip with a thumb. “…is yours.”
His voice dips with a husky timbre, his mouth lowering to mine and brushing lightly, setting me ablaze.
He starts to dance, flipping my back to his front, and I can feel how hard he is. The music and my body take over as I move along to the erotic rhythm. His palms stroke up and down my hips, lower, to my thighs and back up. We dance for several minutes, one song leading to another, and my greedy body aches for more.
“Come…” His tone takes a darker turn, making my unsatiated desire grow, and when he grabs my hand, I follow him like a moth to a flame.
We descend down a narrow space, doors open on both sides, sounds of pleasure coming in waves.
In one, a woman is hung from the ceiling being whipped, her legs spread and cuffed, her wrists bound above her. The man is naked and hard, wearing a demon mask, while hers is angelic.
My heart races. This is crazy.
In another, two men are with a woman. She’s on her knees, over something that looks like an elevated straddling contraption. One man takes her from behind, while the other is forcing his penis into her mouth. I find myself pausing to watch, and he lets me, palms running up and down my shoulders from behind.
“Do you like that, baby girl? Like watching her get fucked by two men?”
“Yes…” My breathing turns heavy, my core aching.
“You can watch all you want…” His knuckles trace down my hip, forcing his palm between my thighs through the dress. “But that’ll never happen.” The friction of the dress causes me to moan. “My cock is all you’re ever gonna get.”
Roughly, he slides his hand through the slit of the dress and drives two fingers inside me, stroking my clit at the same time while the woman cries out in pleasure, and I join her, so close I can feel my release taking over.
“You’re not gonna come yet, little rabbit.” He bites my earlobe. “Not until I have you so damn desperate, you’d let me fuck you anywhere.”
“Please, Fionn.” I clutch his thighs, barely able to get a grip through the rippled muscles.
He takes my hand, pulling it behind me, and places it against his massive rock-hard erection. “I wanna have your glistening cunt on display while I fuck it over and over.”
I stroke him, and he hisses a curse.
I’d agree to anything right now.
“Let’s keep walking,” he says across my ear, dragging me down the rest of the hallway until we make it past a large open space with a stage and seating that’s currently empty.
“What happens here?”
“Auctions.”
The little hairs on my arms stand up. “What kind?”
“Marriage, virginity. All kinds.”
“As in women being auctioned off forthat?”
He glances back with a smirk. “Mm-hmm.”
My God. I never even imagined a world like this existed. I’ve been so naïve.
When we pass one room, I find a woman hanging from some metal bar attached from the ceiling, which she’s tied to. Her legs are up to her chest, rope around her thighs and ankles, more around her stomach, hips, and chest. She looks amazing, while the man uses a toy on her, driving it deeper while she cries out shamelessly.
It must be so freeing to do this here and not even care. I want that kind of freedom.
“You like that?”