Chapter 43
Chapter Forty-Three
TOBIAS
I lead Rebecca into The Lair via the staff entrance, with memories of the last time we were here flooding my mind. My wife is a survivor, a warrior, an incredible person who suffered immeasurably at the hands of a monster yet has somehow emerged through the other side with her sanity intact.
We’ve both suffered terrible traumas, and together, with the help of our therapists, we’re slowly healing.
It won’t happen overnight, but every day moves us a step closer to putting our pasts behind us even though we’re unlikely to ever forget the dreadful trauma we suffered.
As my therapist tells me, though, living in the past with anger and hatred in our hearts is no way to live at all and as much as I hate to admit it, she’s right.
I’m gradually coming to terms with that. Not there yet, but I will be. Eventually.
A buzz of excitement skitters up my spine as I veer to the right and take the stairs to the first floor where the VIP suites are.
I’ve missed this more than I realized, the idea of watching.
Although these days, I’m far more interested in watching my wife rather than strangers.
Who knows? Maybe one day, we can watch together.
Sliding a key card out of my wallet, I tap it to the door. The lock mechanism clicks and the door automatically opens inward. I gesture to Rebecca. The way her hands are clasped together tells me she’s nervous, though I’m confident that if she didn’t want to be here, she wouldn’t be.
She scans the room, gaze lingering on the king-sized, four-poster bed in the center, dressed in black silk sheets, restraints affixed to each post. Her eyes flare, and she turns to me, fear flickering in her deep-blue irises.
“We won’t be using them.”
Her shoulders lift, her chest expanding on an inhale. “Thank goodness. I couldn’t. Not even with you.”
“I would never expect you to. You have the agency here, Wren.” I bring her hand to my lips. “I want this to be sensual and exciting, but if at any moment you’re uncomfortable, we stop and go home.”
“No.” Her voice is firm. “I want to. I just… need you to lead.”
I move behind her, sliding an arm across her midriff, my other hand brushing her hair out of the way. I kiss her neck, and she leans into me with a soft moan.
“I love that.”
“I know.” I kiss her again, then release her. She shivers. “Get on the bed.”
She does, shifting up to rest against the headboard. I drag a chair to the end of the bed, then amble over to a set of five drawers to open the top one. I remove a toy and return to the chair, settling into it.
“What’s that?”
I ignore her, crossing my ankle over the opposing knee. “Take off your clothes.” My voice rasps, my dick already painfully hard, and we haven’t even started yet.
There’s a slight tremble to her hands as she unbuttons her blouse and slips out of her jeans.
Beneath, she’s wearing a pale pink lingerie set that sets off her dark hair and naturally tanned skin.
She looks stunning, and I’m tempted to ask her to leave the lingerie on, but for what I have planned, it’ll be easier if she’s naked.
Her underwear joins her clothes at the side of the bed, and she shivers again.
“Are you cold?”
She shakes her head. “A little apprehensive.”
“That’s natural.” I toss the Lem onto the bed. It lands right beside her. “Have you ever used one of these before?”
She picks up the lemon-shaped toy, turning it over in her hands. “No.” A pink flush spreads over her chest. “The only toys I’ve experienced were used on me.”
I quash a flush of anger. “Have you masturbated before?”
She gets pinker. It’s fucking adorable. “Occasionally.”
“There’s a button on the side. Press and hold it until it makes a single buzzing sound.”
“Okay.”
“Now, put it over your clit and press the same button again. I’d start on setting one or two to begin with. It’s pretty powerful.”
“Is my clit going to get sucked into the thing?”
I laugh. “Their marketing material specifically states that they haven’t lost a clit yet.”
“Are you just going to sit there and watch me?”
I dip my chin. “For now, yes. You look beautiful, Rebecca. So fucking sexy.”
“Have you watched other women like this?”
“Sometimes. Never in person, though. I mainly watched couples from my office or from one of the private rooms that overlook the part of the club where couples consent to being watched.”
“Did you masturbate when you watched them?”
“Yes.”
She swallows, rubbing her lips together. “Do you still want to do that? Watch other people?”
I smile. It’s as though she read my mind. “Yes, but only with you. Never alone. And if it’s not your thing, then that’s okay.”
Her teeth nibble her bottom lip. “One day, I might like to try.”
My dick jerks, and I briefly close my eyes. Fuck, yes.
Her hands are still trembling when she affixes the toy to her clit. A sharp hiss whistles through her teeth.
“Oh, my… Jesus.”
I palm my dick through my trousers. Christ, this is hotter than even I thought it would be. I’m leaking already, and we’ve barely started.
“Play with your tits.”
She arches her back, hand sliding over her stomach and cupping her right breast.
I unfasten my belt. “Just like that. God, Wren, you’re stunning.”
A low groan spills out of her. “Tobias, this is… I can’t describe it.”
She’s getting into her stride now, embarrassment and nerves vanishing as pleasure takes over. I could watch her like this for hours, legs scissoring, fingers plucking at her nipples, hips thrusting up as she chases her climax.
I reach inside my boxers and pull out my dick. One squeeze, and I’m so close. Too fucking close. I don’t want to come yet. It’s too soon. Still, I can’t stop touching myself, can’t take my eyes off my wife writhing on the bed and muttering words I can’t make out.
This beats watching strangers, tenfold. A hundred-fold.
My need back then was a means to an end, a way of gaining a little relief from the demons hiding behind a wall the child in me built two decades ago.
The solace never lasted though, and I couldn’t figure out why. Why I was never truly satisfied.
Now, I know.
This is what I was searching for. A true connection with a woman I’m madly in love with. If she does agree to try watching others, I probably won’t last thirty seconds.
Rebecca cries out, and I come all over my hand, spilling onto my trousers, the chair, the floor.
“Fuck.”
Through hooded eyes, I look over at my wife and see her skin flushed, her pussy glistening, dark hair draped over her shoulders. She’s never looked more beautiful.
I grab a handful of tissues from a stack on the table next to me and clean myself up. Stripping out of my clothes, I join her on the bed, resting my hand on the curve of her waist.
“How do you feel?”
“That was hot. Watching you watching me… I never thought something like that would turn me on.”
“It definitely has its appeal.”
“And seeing you…”
“Coming like a teenager who got his first glimpse of a woman’s naked body. I know. I’m such a catch. Stamina is obviously my middle name.”
She giggles. “I think you just gave yourself a nickname. Stamina, it is.”
I groan. “I beg of you, please only call me that in private. If my brothers, or God forbid, Saskia overhears you, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“My lips are sealed.”
I cup her cheek, gazing into her eyes. “I love you, Mrs. De Vil.”
“Love you, too.” She reaches down, wrapping her hand around my dick. I instantly feel a twinge, a flow of blood, a warmth in my abdomen. I pick up the Lem.
“Toy or tongue?”
She grins at me. “Why not both?”