Chapter Fifteen
Watch and Be Watched
Livia
Carter was tense as I pulled him through the main play area and down the dark hall to one of the voyeur rooms.
I could feel it in the way his shoulders squared, the way his hand twitched at his side like he wasn’t sure whether to reach for me or fold into himself. His eyes were hungry, gaze devouring everything before him, but his jaw was tight, breath shallow.
Once we were tucked behind the invisible side of the one-way mirror, I leaned in, brushing my lips near his ear, hoping my voice would anchor him.
“I brought you here to watch tonight,” I murmured. “To learn. To feel.”
His eyes flicked to mine, those golden flecks swimming in the dark brown as his pupils dilated.
“I want you to see what it looks like when people let go. When they play. When they ask for what they want without fear they’ll be punished, or laughed at, or told they’re wrong for wanting it.”
I reached for his hand, threading our fingers together, grounding him in my touch. I wasn’t usually one for a touch so intimate, but in this moment, I was not just his teacher — but his Domme in a way. I needed to make him feel safe before I brought him fully into the scene.
“You told me about Coach Leduc, about how you were made to feel like every mistake was the end of the world. You said every misstep was proof you weren’t good enough.”
His jaw twitched, but I held a long nail against his chin, not letting him look away from me.
“I want you to know that doesn’t exist here,” I whispered. “Here, you’re safe to stumble. To be awkward. To not know the answer. To ask questions. To get hard at the wrong time. To say you’re scared. To try something and change your mind.”
I squeezed his hand.
“Here, you get to feel what it’s like to fail without consequence.”
He exhaled like he’d been holding his breath since we walked through the door.
I let silence stretch between us for a beat, then added, “And maybe if you’re a good boy…” I pressed up on my toes, lips brushing his cheek as I smiled. “You’ll get to play, too.”
Carter angled his head toward my lips, and for a moment, I lost myself in how he stared at me, how his eyes were filled with an unspeakable gratitude.
I leaned in more, eyes flickering to where his lips were parted slightly.
And then I swallowed and pulled away, trailing my finger along his shoulder as I walked around to stand behind him.
“Let’s watch, shall we?”
Inside the room we were secretly gazing into, a couple had just burst through the door, both giggling and clinging to each other as the man kissed the woman and backed her into the closest wall.
They knew we were there, of course — or at least, they knew there was the possibility of someone watching. That’s what the voyeur rooms were for.
Some liked to watch.
Some liked to be watched.
For a while, Carter seemed somewhat unfazed as we gazed in at the couple. The man was dressed in a suit while the woman wore a short dress with an apron over it. As he started to undress her, they played out their scene.
“We have to hurry, my husband will be home any minute,” she panted against the man’s lips as he tore open the buttons on her dress.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this. He’s my best friend.”
“He’ll never know. And I’ve always wanted you. Haven’t you wanted me?”
“Always. He doesn’t deserve you. I’ll fuck you better than he ever has.”
The woman moaned, each word punctuating another article of clothing gone.
But as if they were too desperate to wait, the man hiked the woman up against the wall with her dress still on, the fabric split open to expose her breasts.
His pants were at his ankles, boxers caught at his knees as he pinned her to the wall and reached for his cock.
I knew the exact moment he thrust inside her because he groaned, and she gasped, and they stilled for a long moment before he started fucking her hard.
I slid my hand down Carter’s chest and over his dress slacks, gripping his erection through the fabric.
He sighed, his head falling back as he flexed into my touch. The sound of the other couple fucking filled the small, dark room we were in, and when Carter lifted his eyes to watch them again, I felt his cock pulse in my hand.
The couple inside the viewing room was quick. The man came first, and then he dropped to his knees and ate the woman out until she came, too. They finished their scene with giggles and kisses before they redressed and exited.
Moments later, the room was occupied again — this time by a woman and two men.
“You want to be inside me?” I asked Carter, nipping at his earlobe from behind as I squeezed his cock. Inside the room, the woman was pretending to be scared, like she was cornered by the two men who were hungrily moving in on her. “Then you need to learn what it means to be open. To surrender.”
Carter’s breath was more labored now, his heart pounding loud enough I could hear it where I stood behind him.
“Ask questions. Observe. Learn. Use them as an experiment and me as your professor.”
I began to unfasten his belt as the scene played out in front of us. The woman turned like she was going to run and escape, but before she could, one man snatched her by the waist and lifted her. The other grabbed her kicking feet and restrained her, and then they tossed her onto the bed.
Carter stilled. “Is she okay?”
“She is perfectly safe and okay. This is all consensual. Everyone here is vetted, and everyone has their safe words in order.”
He relaxed a bit with that, and I continued to work his pants open enough that I could reach him.
“That’s a friend of mine. Her name is Cami. She likes consensual non-consent play, or CNC. It’s a safe way for her to play out a fantasy, and it’s completely normal.”
Carter nodded, and when the men inside the room started to roughly undress Cami and force her to touch and taste them, I pulled Carter’s cock from his pants.
I stroked him lightly at first, using the precum gathered at the tip to lube him and play. When I tightened my grip a little, he flexed into the touch.
“Do you have a fantasy, Carter?”
“Fucking you in this room.”
I chuckled in his ear. “What if I told you I plan to let you fuck me tonight?”
His cock jumped in my hands. “Liv…”
“But first, I want you to surrender. Tell me your fantasies, Carter.”
His eyes creaked open again, locking on the people inside the room. One of the men was sliding his cock between Cami’s feet while the other watched her give him head.
“I… I don’t know,” Carter panted.
“Sure, you do. What do you search when you watch porn?”
He wet his lips when I started stroking him in a smoother rhythm, his breath short. “Uh…”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Name one thing.”
“Deep throat.”
I smirked against his shoulder. “Mmm… does it turn you on to think about fucking my throat, Rook?”
“Fuck yes.”
“You want me to gag a little, to choke on it?”
I asked the words as I licked along his neck and pumped him faster, and Carter groaned, his hips moving to fuck my hand. “Liv…”
“Watch how they do it,” I said softly, still stroking him.
Any time I thought he might be close to coming, I slowed down to a torturous pace.
“Do you like how he grabs her hair like that, how she relinquishes control to him? She likes it, too. She feels safe to let go. She doesn’t have to think. He’s leading.”
Carter hummed and watched, his jaw tight.
“What else?”
He panted, licking his lips like he wasn’t sure he could say. “Sex slave.”
That made me pause.
“You… want one, or?”
“I want to be one.”
Fuck.
I didn’t expect that answer, and I definitely didn’t expect the way I would react to hearing it. My nipples hardened beneath my lingerie, thighs clenching at the thought of Carter bound and gagged and at my service.
“I don’t know. I just feel like it’d be really fucking hot to be completely at someone’s mercy, but in a safe way, like I do any and everything they tell me to for a weekend, but obviously if I really want out, I can get out.”
Inside the room, the men were fucking Cami now.
She was seated in the lap of one while the other leaned over them and lined up to fuck her anally.
Carter’s eyes widened when the man slid inside, when Cami cried out and pretended like she wanted them to stop.
She didn’t utter a safe word, but rather played into the scene beautifully.
I started slowly stroking Carter again. “Is that why you like when I tell you what to do?” I murmured in his ear. “You like when I give you direction.”
“Yes.”
“You like when I use you to make me come.”
“God, yes.”
“Filthy fucking boy,” I hissed, squeezing his cock a little harder. “My little pet. So hard for me, so desperate. I should make you get on your knees right now.”
“Yes,” he moaned.
“You like when I humiliate you, too, don’t you? When I make you come fast.”
He whimpered, flexing into my hand and begging me for more.
“Desperate little thing. You want to come right now, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Do it.”
I released him, taking his hand and wrapping it around his cock, instead.
“Watch them, think of me, fuck your hand, and come.”
Carter bit his bottom lip, his eyes on the room where Cami was getting double penetrated.
I heard him groan when the first man came in her ass, when he slowed and pulled out and they all watched the cum leak out of her.
But then they were right back to it, the man she was riding pulling out and rolling over until he could fuck her mouth.
He did so until he found his release, and Cami played with herself the entire time, finding hers right as he finished.
Carter stroked himself, his large hand covering his cock and sliding from tip to base and back again. He worked slow at first, picking up his pace as he watched the scene unfold.
But he didn’t come watching them.
Instead, right when I knew he was close, his gaze swung to me.