Page 135 of Pandora's Pleasure
I suppressed a smile. Damien had given the password to get us in. I assumed it had to change from time to time.
After that intriguing exchange, I was escorted inside the manor. Waiting for us was a waitress who offered up a tray of champagne-filled glasses. Beside them lay a selection of red bracelets. Damien accepted only one drink and handed the flute to me.
I lifted my mask a little and sipped the golden bubbles as we walked, grateful for something to quench my sudden thirst.
With Damien’s fingers interwoven through mine, we strolled through the foyer and beyond, working our way toward the center of the mansion.
“I need to talk with you,” he whispered.
I glanced at him questioningly. “Okay.”
“Let’s find a quiet place.”
I admired the lavish décor around us—the high ceilings and stone brick walls. Enormous fireplaces and curvy wrought-iron sconces illuminated the place with dusky lighting. Large gilded mirrors reflected the low hung chandeliers—all of it lending to the theme of glamour and decadence.
“No one will touch you unless you’re wearing a red bracelet.”
“That’s good.”
“If you want to touch someone, make sure they’re wearing one.”
I downed the rest of my champagne. “Can I have another?”
“You’ve had enough.” He took my empty glass and set it down on a table. “Nervous?”
“Curious.”
“Did I tell you that you look pretty?” His hand reached down and squeezed my ass.
“Yes, you did.”
“I thought we’d start off with your fantasy.”
“Oh?”
“I believe we’ll find what we’re looking for up here.”
We ascended a staircase that had been hidden from view around a corner. It felt secretive.
A masked couple hurried by, laughing.
“How do you know what’s happening in each room?” I asked.
“The rooms up here have themes.”
“If you enter, you’re consenting?”
“If you take a seat on the bed, you are showing consent. So, no sitting down unless you want to be part of the scene.”
That was easy to remember. The doors were painted in different colors and I guessed that’s what Damien was following as he guided me along.
He paused suddenly.
Bumping into his back, I saw what he saw, a masked woman sitting back on a generously sized travel trunk with her legs spread wide while a man between her thighs suckled her pussy. They didn’t seem to see us; they were too caught up in each other.
It was deliciously obscene, her throaty groans echoed around us. She turned her head and noticed us watching, her expression revealing she was pleased to share this moment with strangers. Her head fell back as she focused once more on her frenzied lover devouring her sex.
We strolled by them, and I looked straight ahead, unsure whether staring was taboo. I felt my cheeks burning as Damien’s curious eyes studied me.
