56. Voyeurism #2
Her blood warmed, and she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth.
A flurry of noises hit her ears. Moans, shouts of pleasure, and rhythmic thumping. It was a feast of arousal, and she felt the delicious heat pool in the lowest part of her belly.
A pulsing built between her thighs, and the friction of the sheer fabric grew against her pebbling nipples.
The hallway was long with several open archways. Maelys walked to the first door and leaned against the opening.
“Communal room,” she said, nodding inside.
Lyra walked to the front of the door and halted. There must have been ten partners inside this room, all in salacious positions.
Thrusting, riding, pulsating bodies all in the throes of passion. Males with males, females with females, males and females.
Lyra couldn’t imagine such heightened pleasure. The Knight in Shining Armor had not adequately prepared her for such deliciously scandalous behavior.
That book was tame compared to the appetites in this room. Lyra gripped the opening and stared with enraptured wonder.
“Wanna see another one?” Maelys breathed, and Lyra nodded.
They walked to the next door together, but Lyra’s jaw was still dropped in surprise.
“Look, this is set up for a specific theme,” Maelys said, leaning against the doorway and crossing her arms. “See.”
Lyra peered around the doorframe to see a female tied to a giant wooden frame. Several males feasted on her body, and she writhed with an exclamatory moan.
“Why?” Lyra whispered as the female twisted in the chains, trying to grab the hair of the male feasting between her legs.
Maelys grinned. “Pleasure.”
Lyra shivered and rubbed her hands up and down her arms.
“Do you enjoy that?”
Maelys nodded. “Occasionally. My appetite changes frequently.”
“What are you in the mood for tonight?” Lyra asked.
Maelys looked behind Lyra at the footsteps of someone coming down the hallway.
“Ridge,” she said.
“I thought I might find you two up here,” he chuckled in response.
He walked to Maelys and wrapped his arms around her. “Showing Lyra the sights?”
“Of course.” Maelys gazed up at him, and he looked her up and down.
“I got us the blue room,” he whispered into her ear, and she closed her eyes.
Lyra shifted on her feet, feeling like an intruder in their moment.
“You guys have fun. I can keep exploring,” Lyra said, and Maelys’ eyes flashed open.
“I don’t want to leave you.”
Lyra shook her head, and the long strands of her auburn hair tickled her lower back. “I’ll be fine. This is something I need to do on my own.” Lyra winked and stepped past them. Pleasurable screaming erupted down the hall. “I’ll yell ‘fire’ if I need anything.”
“Stay away from the very end of the hall, and you should be fine,” Maelys replied over her shoulder, and Ridge pulled her to another hallway.
Lyra turned to ask why, but they were already gone.
What could be so bad that Maelys warned her away? She had to find out now.
Lyra stared into each open doorway. Such freedom and exploration. She squeezed and twisted her fingers as she continued walking. Her heart pounded in a steady, hard rhythm in her chest with each step.
The hallway dimmed as she neared the end, but a shadow peeled off the wall and turned towards her.
“Are you lost?” a masculine voice asked.
Lyra halted, and he stepped into the light from the sconce hanging on the wall.
He was tall, with a chiseled, tanned chest. His face was hidden behind a gold filigree mask. There was something intoxicating about his mouth as he smiled at her.
It reminded her of Wilder’s. The warmth that pooled low in her belly ignited like a flame.
“Not anymore,” she purred, following her instincts as Maelys instructed.
He tilted his head and smiled. Delicate, pointy canine teeth gleamed in the light, and Lyra took an involuntary step forward.
“Come with me,” he offered, stretching out a hand.
His fingers weren’t as long as Wilder’s, and fleeting disappointment washed through her, but she shook it off and accepted his hand. He escorted her farther into the darkness, but as they passed an open doorway, Lyra halted.
“Lyra.”
Someone had whispered her name—like a plea. And it wasn’t the male at her side.
No—it was coming from the doorway to her right.
A male plowed into a bent-over female. His long fingers wrapped around her throat to pull her upper body to him. Another female licked up his neck before gripping his black hair and pulling his face to her lips.
They kissed and sucked at each other’s tongues, and Lyra stared, completely enthralled. The female he thrust into with deep, powerful strokes, writhed and moaned as she accelerated towards her climax.
Something about his fingers on her throat and the pleasure he was bringing to both his partners had Lyra entranced.
They were all so beautiful, so pleased, and aroused.
And she was jealous. Delightfully so.
As the pounding between her legs intensified, she took a step closer to the room. Her hand slipped from the masked man’s hand.
The male in the room halted, much to the dismay of his two partners. He tore out of the grip of the female on his face, and his sizable cock pulled out of the other female.
Lyra stared and stared and stared.
As Wilder faced her.
“Lyra.”
It was her name she had heard.
He was completely bare to her. The shaft of his cock glistened with the pleasure of the female he had been fucking.
“What are you doing here?” he growled, and every muscle in Lyra’s body seized up.
The masked man put a hand on Lyra’s shoulder and stepped closer.
“She found a partner, and you look otherwise engaged.”
Wilder could have frozen the sea with the look on his face as he glared at the masked stranger.
“Remove your hand at once or forfeit your life.”
The weight of his hand on her body vanished.
Lyra’s arousal dried up, and anger took its place.
“Who do you think you are, dictating my experience on this holiday?”
Wilder hastily stepped into his pants. The black fabric hung low on his waist, highlighting the sharp ‘v’ she knew led to mouth-watering places.
In two bounding strides, he was upon her. His eyes devoured her in the sheer dress and turned molten.
Before Lyra could blink, he wrapped his massive arms around her legs, threw her over his shoulders, and strode like a madman down the hall.