Page 45 of Undone

Maybe he needed to be more like his twin. Find a willing guest, book one of the playrooms and forget both Erin and Ford existed.

It might work. At least for a little while.

However, right now, seeing his name put Ford front and center in Dylan’s mind. He quickly went back to the camera footage to see who the facilities manager took upstairs for private playtime.

He rewound the recording from the hallway until he came across the exact moment Ford walked through the door to “Heaven.”

He stabbed his finger so hard on the keyboard to pause it, he was surprised the key didn’t shatter. He leaned in closer with narrowed eyes.

Was that…

Did he really…

The man not only had a huge set of balls, he was playing with fire when it came to his job.

He glanced to see for how long Ford had reserved the room, then at the time again. He slammed the lid closed on his laptop and shot to his feet. As he strode out of his office and patted his pockets to make sure he had his keys.

Just in case he needed them.

It took no more than two minutes to get to the rear of the event hall, ten seconds to jog up the back stairway, and less than that to get through the door.

Immediately, he noticed room two was also occupied with the blinds drawn.

He beelined it down to room six, where another couple stood in front of the window watching whatever Ford and his partner were doing inside the “impact” playroom.

A male guest—Dylan drew a blank on his name—was pressed against the woman standing in front of him. He had one hand down her shorts and another up her shirt. Her mouth was open, and her head thrown back against his shoulder, but her eyes remained glued to whatever was happening inside that room. The man watched the action inside room six, too, while whispering into his companion’s ear and playing with her.

Dylan ignored the twitch in his jeans and joined them at the window, leaving enough space between them so they didn’t feel crowded. They acted like he wasn’t there, and he did the same. What he couldn’t ignore was what was going on the other side of the glass.

Jesus.

Erin, completely naked, was sprawled face down across the spanking bench. A rubber bit gag filled her mouth.

Her arms were bound with leather cuffs behind her, but the restraints, attached to an O-ring above her, lifted them toward the ceiling. Her ankles were also cuffed, and her legs were spread and raised, too.

She was completely vulnerable in that position. She had no use of her arms or legs to get free. The gag also prevented her from saying a safe word.

He sure as hell hoped they had another way of communicating that, in case their scene got too intense.

Ford stood at the end of the bench with only his cargo pants pulled down far enough to rail her hard. With one hand, he kept jerking on the chain attached to clamps pinching her nipples.

Her ass was a bright cherry red with discernible welts. Most likely caused by the discarded riding crop nearby.

What the actual fuck?

He had no idea Erin was into impact play. But then, how would he know since they hadn’t kept in touch once he graduated high school. Most people reconnecting didn’t go straight for the,“I love to be tied up and have my ass whipped. How about you?”conversation.

Not that Dylan would share what he was into with anyone but a partner. It wasn’t anyone else’s business.

Once over his initial shock, Dylan realized neither Ford nor Erin were paying attention to their audience. They were lost in their own world, while Dylan’s employee continued to fuck his ex-girlfriend.

With his pulse now rushing in his ears, he continued to watch them, unable to walk away.Hell, he couldn’t even turn away. His cock, now as hard as steel, throbbed intensely with each heartbeat.

It hit him then, he had never seen Erin completely naked before. Of course, they fooled around as young kids—just normal teenage stuff—but he never let it get further than that since they were going to wait until she turned eighteen.

Even so, he was damn sure back then she did not look as she did now. She was much more mature and filled out. But it was her red ass that kept drawing his attention.

She allowed Ford to use a crop on her.

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