Page 18 of Going Deep
“Then someone watches the monitor for that room. If the curtains are left open, then the monitor simply watches from the hall.”
She frowned. “Do you have a monitor for every room?”
He shook his head. “Usually one or two monitors is sufficient to take care of this area, and none of the rooms are soundproofed. Even with the curtains shut, anyone in the hall can hear if a safeword is used.”
“Safeword,” she repeated. “That’s a word that is used to stop a scene, right?”
“Right. We use the stoplight system here in the club, though people often choose a word that works for them personally beyond that.”
“The stoplight system?”
“Green, yellow and red. Green means go—everything is fine, no problems. Yellow is pause—it won’t stop a scene completely, but it means the bottom or submissive is having trouble and needs to be checked on. Red is stop—and when it’s used, everything stops immediately.”
That made sense. “I like that there’s a pause button.”
“Sometimes a submissive just needs reassurance, or a moment to regroup, before continuing.”
A low moan came from one of the rooms, making her eyes widen. He inclined his head toward the windows. “Shall we see what’s going on?”
She nodded, nerves jumping as she followed him down the hallway to a wide window. The curtains were open, showing the occupants clearly, and she caught her breath.
“This is the swing room,” he murmured, shifting to stand behind her. His hands rested lightly on her shoulders. “You can see why.”
Yes, she could see why. In the center of the room, hanging from the ceiling, a series of black leather straps hung from a gleaming hook in the ceiling. A sex swing, and it was occupied.
A lushly curved woman with gleaming ebony skin sat in the sling, the straps positioned to hold her almost upright. Leather wrapped around each thigh, around her torso below her breasts, and ran up her back. The thigh straps held her legs wide apart, and kneeling between them was an olive-skinned, dark-haired man.
Ginger caught her breath as she realized he was going down on her, and another low moan echoed as the woman jerked in the sling. Her hands were clenched on the straps above her, and Ginger realized her wrists were cuffed as well.
Unable to move in the swing, unable to use her hands, she had nowhere to go while the man in front of her did whatever he wanted.
Wow. Ginger drew in a shaky breath, her nipples tightening under the silky fabric of her top, and her thighs clenched together in an unconscious effort to ease the sudden ache between them. Her earlier arousal, somewhat faded on the walk through, came roaring back, and she bit back a moan of her own.
Michael’s hands slid down her arms in a gentle caress that brought goosebumps to her skin. “What do you think?”
“I think—” Her voice broke on a squeak as the woman arched back and let out a keening wail, thighs quivering, breasts shimmying as she came. Ginger swallowed as the man rose to his feet, his lips and chin glistening with the evidence of his partner’s orgasm. “I think she’s having a very good night.”
Michael chuckled, his breath stirring the hair at her temple. “And about to get better,” he murmured, and turned her slightly. “Take a look.”
Ginger let out a gasp when she saw the other man in the room. Blonde and white, he was naked, his fist wrapped around his long, thick cock, already sheathed in a condom, as he approached the duo at the swing.
“What’s he doing?” she whispered.
“Shhh.” He tightened his hands on her shoulders, stepping closer so his chest pressed lightly against her back. “Don’t worry, he was invited.”
And welcome, she realized when the woman twisted her head to greet the newcomer with a kiss. He palmed her breasts, pinching the hardened peaks so she jerked in the swing while the first man stepped away to pick up a condom and a small tube from a bag on the floor.
Ginger watched, transfixed, as the blond man stepped in front of the woman and grabbed a control box attached to the swing. He pressed a button and the sling began to rise, the winch pulling it higher and higher until her open thighs cradled the man’s hips. He released the button and the winch stopped, the woman swinging gently in the air.
The man lifted her right thigh and made an adjustment to the straps so that it held her leg up in the new position, then did the same with her left. Her knees were bent back almost to her breasts, her pussy open and easily accessible, and before Ginger could process that, the man stepped between the woman’s open thighs and drove his cock into her in one sure stroke.
The woman’s gasp sounded in concert with Ginger’s, her hips jerking as her body struggled to adjust to the invasion. The man paused, giving her time to settle, his fingers digging into her thighs as he held her still. He leaned down to kiss her, her head going back under the force of it, and Ginger moaned.
“You like to watch,” Michael murmured in her ear, and the dark whisper seemed to stroke over her skin, leaving shivers in its wake.
The blond man began to move, fucking his partner slowly, using his grip on her thighs to move the sling back and forth. Then he held her close, grinding his hips against hers, and the other man stepped up behind her.
“Oh,” Ginger breathed, her heart hammering as she realized what was about to happen. “Both…both of them?”
