Page 85 of Marry Lies
It feels wrong to watch them during such a private moment, but I can’t help the thrill that works down my spine at the thought of watching these two beautiful people come together.
“Turn around.” The man’s voice booms through the speakers. I jump, hearing Miles chuckle from behind me as he tugs me closer.
The woman smiles at her partner before standing up and turning to face the bed. The man pulls a scarf out of his back pocket, and then he walks up to the woman, wrapping the silk around her wrists. She arches her back away from him, and I can see the pink flush appearing along her neck and jaw as he steps away, leaving her bound.
They both stay still, and I realize with a start that the woman is breathing heavily. Her body starts to tremble, and the man steps out of his jeans, showcasing a large erection bulging out of his boxers.
My heart pounds harder, faster, building me into a frenzy. The area between my legs is already slick with need; the anticipation already swirling in my gut. Just at that moment, one of Miles’s hands comes to my bare thigh.
I nearly jump at the unexpected contact. Scooting back slightly, I’m pleased to find him hard beneath me.
“Does my wife like to watch?” he purrs against the base of my neck.
“Yes,” I answer.
His hand moves in circles on my thigh, his index finger brushing the most sensitive part of my inner thigh. I squirm as I continue watching the couple before us.
“Aren’t you worried they’ll know it’s you who’s watching? That they’ll put two and two together?” I ask.
He shrugs underneath me. “Luna ensures their NDA is signed before we disclose the location. If they suspect, they are legally obligated to stay quiet.”
“But—”
His hand comes to my mouth as he leans forward, brushing more of my hair away from my neck.
“I assure you, Estelle. They want to be here. Almost all of these couples do it for the high they get from others watching them. The money, and the voyeur’s identity, is an afterthought.”
“Exhibitionists, you mean.”
His lips graze my ear lobe, and my eyes fall closed at the same time my thighs open a tiny bit wider.
“Precisely.”
“I took a quiz once,” I whisper. “It said I was…that Ilikedthat,” I finish, stumbling over my words. “To be watched.”
He pauses his ministrations on my thighs, and I feel a quick, hot exhale against the base of my spine.
“Well, I suppose that’s good news for me. Because I like to watch,” he adds, his voice a low, seductive purr. If I’m not soaking through my knickers to his trousers already, it’s only a matter of time.
“I like to watch, too,” I murmur, barely able to concentrate on the words I’m saying. I’m just about to confess to watching him in the shower that night when he hums against the back of my neck.
“I’ve always liked to watch people, and as I got older and more curious about my sexuality, I craved something I could do without participating. I like observing people—and voyeurism was a natural progression for me. It’s never felt malicious because I always obtain consent. It never feels shameful. Chase helped me embrace my kink.”
“Chase?” I ask, suddenly curious.
“Let’s talk about my brother another time, yeah?” he says, gently nibbling my neck.
My back arches as my half-hooded eyes flick back up to the stage. Miles’s hands begin to circle my bare thighs again, but this time, he moves them up slightly, a few inches underneath the hem of my dress.
I watch as the man slowly walks over to the woman. She’s fully trembling now, her hands tied up behind her. He grabs her hair, fisting it as he walks up behind her and pulling her neck back.
“When they sign their contract, they are told they’re free to do whatever they please. Whatever brings them pleasure. Sometimes they are tied up, like she is,” he adds, his voice soft. “Other times, it’s a little bit rougher.”
I stiffen.Rougher.A spike of heat flares through me. I’m not the most experienced woman; I’ve had a handful of sexual partners, and I know now that they have all been vanilla. Still, with my last partner, I remember the feeling of him pounding into me. I remember asking him to go harder. He hadn’t wanted to—but when I think of asking Miles to fuck me roughly…
Something deep inside of me stirs, because I know he’d do it.
I can see it clear as day as I remember the way his hands gripped my hips in the dining room earlier. How they drove me against his erection with zero abandon…
