Page 12 of Tell Me What You Want

“I would undress you right here,” he whispers.

I gasp. I want more, and this time, I’m the one who kisses him. He accepts my lips, but when I go to put my arms around his neck, he grabs my hands and pushes himself just a little bit away from me.

“Exactly how far are you willing to go?” he asks, his lips very close to mine.

The question completely bewilders me. What is he talking about? In that moment, I feel such an intense yearning for him that I’m entranced and I simply want to be naughty.

“As far as we can go.”

“You sure?”

“Well,” I whisper, all worked up, “I don’t really go for S and M.”

Eric grins. He places his hands under my legs, then around my waist, and pulls me onto his lap. I’m going to explode. He rubs his nose on my neck, inhaling my aroma. I close my eyes, and when I open them, I realize he’s staring at me.

“Do you want to know what that orange light means?”

I look over at the light, which is still on, and I nod. Eric moves his hand and presses one of the buttons on the side of the table. The curtains below the orange light part to reveal a dark glass. What is this? Eric watches me. An instant later, the glass brightens, and I can clearly see two women on a table engaged in oral sex.

Incredulous, I’m captivated by the spectacle those two strangers offer us, when, abruptly, Eric presses another button and the women’s moans resound in our reserved space. I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know where to look.

“Are you ready for this?” he asks.

My skin is feverish when I feel his strong fingers tickling my waist. I stare at him, confused.

“Why are we watching this?”

“Watching excites me. Doesn’t it excite you?”

I don’t respond. I can’t. I don’t even know if I’m still breathing.

“We all have a little voyeur inside. We love looking at what’s prohibited, perverse, or titillating. It stimulates us; it makes us want more.”

I turn my eyes back to the glass as the breathing of the two women echoes in the room. Eric presses another button, and the curtains on the left part too. In seconds, the glass clears, and I see two men and a woman. She’s draped on a divan. One of the men penetrates her, and the other nips at her chest while she happily enjoys the moment.

“It’s wonderful to watch scenes like these,” continues Eric. “I find the woman’s expressions hypnotizing as she lets them relish her body. Just look at her delight; she’s reveling in what they’re doing. She’s content to surrender to them, don’t you think?”

“No ... I don’t know.”

My blood simmering, I lift the glass of wine and drink it in one swallow. I’m still thirsty, and he’s still talking.

“Easy now. They can’t see us. But they’ve given us permission to watch them. The orange light lets us watch, and the green light is an invitation to join in. Would you like to?”

“What?”

“Join in.”

“No,” I stammer, panicked.

“Why not?”

My heart is racing out of control.

“I ... I don’t do things like that,” I manage to say.

His eyebrows arch.

“Are you a virgin?”

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