Page 9 of The Ties We Break

Sian walks us a few strides down the corridor, and as I rush to keep up with her, I’m panting like I just finished a marathon. I feel like a toddler who needs to hold their mummy’s hand because I’m too afraid to be left alone. No matter how many mental pep talks I give myself, there’s no denying my heart is racing like an overactive drum. Not to mention how shaky my sweaty palms are, or the nausea rippling through my stomach. I’m so close to having an anxiety attack, but a tiny part of me is intrigued. Trying to slow down my breathing, I try telling myself that I am not just here out of necessity, I’m also curious to learn more about Shades. I’ve read about these places in my books, but being here in real life is different, and I’m craving more. I want to see what’s behind all the doors and see the things I read about happening in real life.

There’s also no denying the ache that is growing between my legs the more I see people engaging in sexual activities or walking around with next to no clothes on. I defy anyone not to get turned on in a place like this. The sexual energy buzzes around the room, and it crackles like lightning. I have no idea if I will like what I see or if I will be able to do what the other girls are doing. Except, I have to. I have no choice.

I’m surprised when Sian walks past the door marked room eight as I'm sure that was the room we were going into. I notice a red light above the door, no doubt indicating this room is in use, which is why she is walking past. Sian doesn’t go much further, stopping at the next door. This one is unmarked and has a green light above it. With one hand on the doorknob, Sian turns to address me. “This is a viewing gallery. The main action will be through the window. There may be other people watching the scenes who are also fooling around. Nobody will come too close to you, and nobody will touch you. Just watch the scene and see what you think. This is the lowest level you will be expected to undertake, so if you can’t handle this, you absolutely cannot participate in the auction. Understood?”

I don’t bother to speak and just nod in confirmation. As Sian opens the door, I begin chewing on my lips. As I walk into the room, the first thing I notice is how dark it is. The room is only lit by several small table lights, but it is enough to just about see the other people in the room when you are near them. There’s a long sofa on a raised platform along the back wall, to the left of where I walked in. At first, I wonder why it’s raised so high, but as I take in the rest of the room and notice the three tables and chairs in a line across the room, I realise it’s so the people on the sofa can still see the action. It’s a bit like being in a cinema, only more sultry. There's a table available farthest from the door, and Sian grabs hold of my hand to guide me through the tables to get to the other side of the room.

Looking around discreetly, I can see people on the sofa, but the light is too dim for me to determine how many. Although, I can tell they are getting up to something because gentle moans float from that direction every so often.

We pass the first table, and initially, I think it’s a topless man sitting there alone until I see the girl on her knees in front of him, taking his cock deep into her mouth. Every time she comes up for air, he slowly pushes her back down. I’m mesmerised, but Sian continues to pull me to our seats.

The middle table is made up of two men, who each appear to have someone kneeling at their feet. They’re not doing anything like the first table. They are just sitting there looking toward the large window that takes up all the right side wall. As more light shines on the people sitting on the floor, it shocks me when I realise one of them is a man. I don’t know why it surprised me, or why I assumed it would only be women on their knees. That’s such a sexist thought, and I’m mad at myself for even thinking it. I also should have realised this wouldn’t just be a male and female-based sex club. Of course there are same-sex couples, and I honestly have no issues with them; I think this whole place just surprises me at every turn.

Thankfully Sian drags us to our seats, and that is when I get a chance to fully take in the window that takes up the entire right wall. There are some open curtains on either side of the window, which obviously close when the people on the other side want them to. Right now, they are open, and the almost floor-to-ceiling window reveals a room that looks very similar to a bedroom, but with a few different items I don’t recognise. Taking a few deep breaths, I focus on the action, determined to prove to everyone, well…mostly myself, that I can do this.

There’s a man who looks to be around thirty, sexy as hell with a smouldering look, sitting on a sofa wearing just a pair of jeans with the button flicked open. Who the hell knew that would look sexy? But the happy trail disappearing into his jeans, and the ripples of muscles across his abs almost have me drooling.

There’s a woman, completely naked except for the long ginger hair that cascades down her back, contrasting against her creamy white skin, kneeling on the floor in front of him. She may have her back to us, but there’s no question she’s utterly submissive to this man. Her head is bowed, and despite being in what looks to be a fucking uncomfortable position with her arms wrapped around her back as she holds them together, she seems so still, and given her statuesque position, I would guess she hadn’t moved in a while. His mouth appears to be moving, but I don’t hear anything. Is he giving her instructions? Is this what he has told her to do? So many questions run through my mind as I scoot forward until I’m on the edge of my seat.

I’m shocked when seconds later, a voice fills the viewing room. It sounds as though it’s coming through a microphone that has just been turned on. The people in the other room must somehow be able to control what we hear. That seems reasonable, so they can have some privacy if they choose.

“Petal, I am only going to ask you this once, and you will not lie to me, do you understand?” His deep, gritty voice matches the sullen mask he appears to be wearing.

Before he has a chance to finish his sentence, without raising her head, she responds loudly. “I understand, Master. I promise not to lie to you, ever.”

“Good. So, for the nice people watching, I’m just going to give them a little back story,” he says to the woman at his feet before raising his eyes to the window and staring straight out at us.

Before he starts to speak, I lean over and whisper in Sian’s ear. “Can he see us?”

“I don’t know. The people doing the scene have the option. They can blur it so they can’t see the crowd, but we can still see them. They can blur our side so we can’t see them, but they can see us, or they could blur both sides. Most popular is to have it open so we can see them, and they can see us. Most of us are voyeurs, so closing the window takes away part of the appeal,” Sian explains, never once taking her eyes off the scene in front of us, waiting for the man to speak again.

I shuffle back until I’m fully seated on the chair again but lean forward slightly, desperate to see what he will say. I’m vaguely aware of the door to our room opening and closing, but the people in this room barely exist to me right now. I am too engrossed in what is about to happen on the other side of the window.

“This morning, I gave my Petal a small vibrating egg, along with instructions that she would put it in as soon as I left for work, and she was not permitted to remove it. Only I can remove it. Having used this particular egg before, Petal knows I hold a remote control for it and can adjust the speed and intensity at any moment. She only had one more instruction, didn’t you, Petal? Stand up, turn around, and tell them what your instructions were.” His voice is authoritative, and Petal wastes no time climbing off the floor and turning to face us.

She keeps her hands clasped behind her back and her head bowed. Her posture is entirely straight, with her feet together. It’s the first chance we’ve had to take in her naked body thoroughly, and there’s no denying she is stunning. Her chest is puffed out, sticking her rather sizeable breasts out and making her erect pink nipples more obvious. Her creamy white skin is flat across her stomach, down to her bare pussy.

Now she’s standing to full height, it’s clear she’s tall, and that puts her very natural curves into proportion. While this woman is obviously gorgeous, she doesn’t have the same effect on me that Jasmine did. I can appreciate beauty, though.

“My instructions were to wear the egg from the minute you left the house until you remove it. Under no circumstances am I allowed to remove it. I’m also forbidden from coming whilst I have the egg in place.” She starts the repetition of her instructions with confidence and projects it in a loud voice. However, when she got to the last sentence, there was an audible hitch in her throat. It sounds like she is a lot less confident saying the final instruction.

It doesn’t take a genius to work out which rule she broke. But clearly, this man likes the theatrics as he rises from the sofa and begins to circle her frozen body. I can see her tense up slightly, and at first, I wonder if she’s afraid of this man, until I realise she is anticipating his next move. She knows she has done something wrong, she knows he knows, and now she has to wait to find out how he will punish her. And, he clearly wants to drag this out, maybe to create suspense. It’s fucking working on me. I’m squirming in my seat. I can’t imagine how she is feeling about it all right now.

“And did you follow all the instructions, Petal?” he asks, more to us than to her. His face remains a mask, almost indifferent, but there's a gleam in his eye. It’s clear he’s enjoying this, and if the bulge in his jeans is anything to go by, he’s turned on.

“Erm…no, Master. I–I tried, Master, I really did try, but I couldn't help it. I’m so sorry. Please—”

“Enough!” he barks, his voice stern and commanding as he cuts off her apologies. She instantly becomes silent. Even though he didn’t raise his voice, the power behind that one word was unmistakable, and it almost made me freeze. “You broke the rules, and now you will be punished.” As he speaks, he walks to the corner of the room before dragging what appears to be an ordinary rectangular dining table to the middle of the room. “Take up the position.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, Petal practically runs to the side of the table that is closest to us before turning her back to us. Then, with her back arched, she opens her legs wider until they are almost parallel with the edge of the table, bending over and laying her stomach and chest against the wood. With her hands, she reaches up to the top edge of the table and grabs hold, one arm at either side near the legs.

Without saying a word, he walks over to her and strokes his fingers down her back. It almost appears to be a loving gesture. He then sweeps all her hair up into his hand, before securing it into a messy bun using a hair tie he has wrapped around his wrist. He has obviously done this before.

Walking around the table, the way his eyes never leave Petal’s body, his gaze almost appears penetrating. It seems like he’s assessing her body. At first, I wonder if he’s going to tie her up, as her legs and arms both look to be in the correct position—if the books I read are accurate, obviously—but he doesn’t. Instead, when he reaches the head of the table, he looks down at her creamy white ass that is sticking up in the air because of the angle of the table. With her legs so far apart, everything is on display to us, including her pink pussy, glistening with pleasure.

He turns to talk to us as he slowly strokes her ass cheeks, and as his hand makes contact with her skin, she lets out an audible gasp. She is obviously on edge, waiting and wondering what will happen next.

“Petal, tell the room how many times you disobeyed me,” he instructs.

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