Chapter 1 #2
I’m here. Why not explore a little?
Turning, I stride towards the hallway with golden lighting and peer down it. There are numbered doorways lining either side, with a red velvet curtain down the end. My stomach drops as I wonder if she’s in one of those rooms with someone else.
Deciding I’ve come this far, I make my way towards the curtain, taking a deep breath as I pass through it, surprised when it opens into a gallery-style room.
My eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness. The music in here is more sensual, and above it, unmistakable grunts and soft moans. There are half a dozen people in the room, but rather than studying art, they’re watching sexual acts happening behind the windows lining the room.
A voyeur room.
“She’s beautiful,” a woman beside me moans, leaning into the man behind her. His hand slides between her thighs, and I hurry to look away from them, thankful they can’t see the heat colouring my cheeks.
Fuck.
My eyes move to the window in front of us, and I do a double take.
The tempting little devil’s reclined on a velvet chaise lounge, the ribbon of her corset undone and her perfect, pierced tits on full display.
But that’s not what has my mouth running dry.
It’s the sight of her pretty pink cunt swallowing a thick dildo.
A soft groan escapes my parted lips. I can’t tear my gaze away. My cock strains uncomfortably against my pants, and I reach down to palm it through the material. I’ve never been more jealous of a sex toy in my life.
The way it dips in and out of her wet heat, gliding through her glistening folds in a languid rhythm as her other hand twists and tugs on the silver bolts protruding through her nipples has me rock hard and leaking in my boxers.
Her tongue darts out to swipe over her bottom lip, her head falling back, exposing the column of her neck.
I’ve never seen anything more erotic.
“Come all over my fingers, baby,” the man next to me growls in his woman’s ear.
“She’s perfect,” his woman pants. “So… fucking… perfect.” The last word comes out in a soft tortured cry, leaving me with no doubt she’s just reached her release.
My heart races. The tempting little devil is close as well. Her chest heaves and she bites down on her bottom lip as she picks up her pace. Every time she pulls it out, and I see the evidence of her arousal coating the silicone, I lick my lips, imagining how she would taste.
Goddamn, I’m regretting turning down her earlier offer. She really is perfect.
My dick throbs, begging me to release him from the constraints of my pants, but the gasps and moans of other people hold me back. I can’t. It feels so wrong.
Her mouth drops open in a wordless cry, and her hand stills, the dildo pushed deep inside her as her palm massages her clit through her orgasm. I palm myself, squeezing tight, knowing she just moved to the top of my spank bank, and I’ll be getting myself off later to the image of her coming undone.
She opens her eyes, a satiated look on her face as she pulls the coated toy from her pussy.
Her head turns towards the window, and it feels like she locks her gaze on me as she flattens her tongue and runs the silicone over it, tasting her release before she sucks it into her mouth, deep throating the dildo.
“Ohhh…” the woman beside me whimpers. “Take me to a room. I need to feel you deep inside me. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the man says before pulling her away.
I can’t move. I’m locked in an intense stare-off with this fucking goddess as she licks the toy like it’s a goddamn ice-cream on a hot summer’s day.
Heat prickles the back of my neck, and I squeeze my cock harder through my pants, fighting the sudden desire to pull him out and jack off over her perfect fucking tits.
The lights in her room go black, and instead of staring at the little devil, I face my reflection. I swallow, shake my head, and try to come to terms with what I just witnessed and how it made me feel.
I enjoyed watching her pleasure herself.
It was powerful to watch her play her body like a fine-tuned instrument.
Does that make me a creep?
Fuck, am I some dirty old perve?
She could be a friend of Dylan’s. Worse, she could be a student at Beckford U.
Goddammit.
I drop my hand from my pants like I’ve been burnt. The thought never occurred to me. She’s not in any of my business classes—I’d remember flaming-red hair like hers—but that doesn’t mean she isn’t enrolled.
Granted, it’s hard to tell her exact age with the devil mask covering half her face, but I can’t risk it. My job would be on the fucking line.
Coming here was a mistake. A risky fucking mistake.
Running my hand over my face, I turn and hurry from the room, beelining for the exit. I drop my head as I cross the main lounge, burying my hands in my pockets. I come to a halt when my fingers brush over the card she slipped in there earlier, and I pull it free.
The Euphoria membership logo glints from one side, and when I flip it over, there’s nothing but a printed username: @daring_devil.
My heart stutters. I’m torn.
She’s an adult; she’s old enough to know what she wants.
Why should I feel guilty about watching her get herself off? She enjoyed being watched, and by giving me her card, she’s clearly interested in exploring something with me, right?
Clasping the back of my neck with my free hand, I try to figure out my next move. I’m too confused to go looking for her now. I don’t think I’m ready for what she promises.
Before I can fully decide, my feet lead me towards the reception desk instead of the exit.
The woman behind the desk smiles at me.
“How can I help you tonight, sir?”
Clearing my throat, I pull out my wallet. “I’d like to sign up.”