Page 71 of The Promises We Break

We walk up to horizontal bars that align an outer area, and I walk closer to see that it’s a reverse loft style set up. I peer over the top and there is a stage centered below us, with stadium seating in a half circle around the middle. I can see everything from this view, and it’s brilliant. Anyone standing here, at any location, will have an unobstructed view of the performance, along with anyone in the seating that descends below.

“We have private rooms this way for exhibitionist couples that want to perform. There are three rooms in total, each with their own eccentric taste. The glass is made of this thermochromic glass that can darken with the press of a button and become tinted from the inside out. It’ll allow for immediate privacy if someone needs it. The glass cost a fortune, but I think it was worth every penny.”

She leads me through a curtained area, and there are floor to ceiling windows peering into rooms that mirror that of a standard bedroom. Except these are adorned with overhead lights, horizontal metal bars that line the room, and an oversized plush bed with bed posts that raise to the ceiling.

The next room looks similar, but with a human sized “X” attached to one wall. Buckles and clips hang from the ends of the taunting letter.

We continue to the final room as I trail right behind Ember, still studying all the gadgets in the second room, when Ember gasps and comes to a dead stop, and I run directly into her back, almost toppling over her.

My eyes follow her line of sight to see Jake behind the glass.

Jake is standing, leaning up against the side wall, his pants are unzipped and splayed open. His fully erect cock is gripped tightly in his hand as he gives himself long, languid strokes. He is completely hypnotized by the view on the bed. Like synchronized swimmers, both Ember and I crane our necks further to see Elena, blindfolded and tied to the bed, with Christian’s head between her spread legs.

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“Shit!” I whisper-yell, airplaning my arm out as I push us back blindly. We hit the back wall and both of us instinctively stand stick straight, him pressing hard against the wall and me molding into him. Neither one of us moves. We’re both frozen icicles melting into the barrier, preventing us from our escape.

“What the hell are they doing here?” Hudson asks, without even trying to move his lips.

Christian and Elena come often. Well, Elena does. If Christian comes, Dietrich drops him off in his blacked-out SUV, so no one can see who it is. That’s probably why we didn’t see any other cars outside. Plus, I told them I was leaving early today for my flight. They probably thought I left already.

I shrug, whispering, “I don’t know,” in dramatic fashion.

I look around, knowing it’s probably safe to move because we dimmed this area for that reason. We didn’t want the performers seeing hordes of people looking in, but it’s still risky to get caught here.

My neck is tilted in the direction of the green, lit up Exit sign. The neon green rays shine brightly, symbolizing morethan just a simple sign. It’s screaming,green means goand get the hell out of there, but instead, I stare out of the corner of my eyes, unable to look away from the three of them.

My cheeks heat at the sight of them together. Arousal builds in my core, and I press my hands behind me to grip the wall for support. Instead of finding the wall, my hands land on Hudson’s leg and I grip the cotton of his joggers tightly between my fingers.

Hudson, sensing both my anxiety and nerves, wraps one arm around my shoulder and the other around my waist, fully enclosing me in his embrace. I melt even further into him and remain still.

“We should go, one at a time, as quietly as possible,” I tell Hudson, while attempting to convince myself.

“We could… but I don’t think you want to.” Hudson’s voice is soft, like butter, as his hand trails down the front of my sternum, finding the hem of my shirt and then sweeps back up to the peak of my breast. His finger dips into the cup of my bra, pulling it down, easily finding my taut nipple as he pinches his fingers around it. Shockwaves blast to my core, causing my breath to hitch, and I groan at the incredible sensation.

My hips rock into him as if they have a mind of their own, and his breath catches against the shell of my ear.

“Don’t make a sound.” His velvet voice is both desperate and demanding.

I nod passively without glancing up at him. I just keep my eyes forward, afraid to move even my eyeballs from one side to another.

Jake is now fully naked. Every muscle in his body is tight and hard, matching the mouthwatering lust in his eyes. He continues to move his hand slowly over his entire length, teasing himself from the base to the tip, as he surveys his wife and Christian on the bed.

Hudson’s finger dips into the front of my skirt and under mythong. I barely register his finger is there until he swipes the pad of his middle finger down my wet slit, and we moan together at the sensation.

“Fuck,” he breathes into my ear, at the same time I say, “Oh god.”

“Jesus, you’re so goddamn wet, little red.”

His finger begins to move at a flawless pace, spreading my arousal over my clit. I moan louder, unable to control my voice box any longer.

Fortunately, Elena’s sounds override my own as she begs Christian to make her come.

“Not yet, baby,” Jake calls out before pushing himself off the wall as he begins to prowl toward the bed.

The sight makes my pulse pound so hard I can feel it in my throat, and a deeper desire tingles all over my skin.

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