Chapter 5
Sullivan~
While I could admit that I’d never done anything more than slap a woman’s ass or pull her hair, that wasn’t going to stop me from experiencing this with Mitzi.
Besides, I wouldn’t be a billionaire today if I didn’t know how to read the room or adapt to different situations.
Whatever it took, I was going to make sure that she experienced the night of her dreams.
So, after reserving one of the observation rooms and paying to participate, Mitzi finished her drink, I threw another hundred on the bar, then we silently made our way upstairs to view a scene in Room One, the degradation room.
As soon as Mitzi got comfortable on the couch, I locked the door, then took a seat next to her. While this was all kinds of a bad idea, I wasn’t going to back out now. Unless Mitzi changed her mind, I was all in for whatever this was, and I could only hope that she was, too.
Just then, a flash of dark blue and purple lights started dancing around the room, signaling that the show was about to begin, and that was confirmed when a voice echoed over the intercom system, a very soothing, confident, melodylike female voice.
“Welcome to our observation room,” the voice greeted, and it was hard to tell if it was live or pre-recorded.
“Our next showing will include scenes that everyone might not be comfortable with. Double-check that you are in the correct room of your choosing, and if you are not, please exit the room immediately. Also, please note that all participants are of legal age and are consenting adults. Once the scene is over, you will have the option to participate in your own fantasy, and if you choose so, please see the bar staff on the first floor for your request.” Luckily, I’d already taken care of that, so there’d be no wasting any extra time for us.
“Thank you for your patronage, and please remember to lock the door if you do not want any interruptions, or leave it unlocked as an invitation. Also, do not forget the panic button that is to the right of the observation glass. Use this in the event that you may need any assistance.”
I looked over at Mitzi, needing to make sure that she was comfortable with this. “You can still change your mind, Ms. Bardot.”
The woman looked over at me, and I loved how she didn’t look uncertain in the least. “Is that your way of saving face, Mr. Gray? Do you need an out?”
“I’m all in, baby,” I informed her. “I just wanted to make sure that there are no misunderstandings when the lights come back on.”
“I’m fine right where I’m at,” she replied confidently as she arched a brow, challenging me.
Not being able to help myself, I grabbed her chin with my fingers. “I’m going to leave you fucking wrecked and in love with me by the time that I’m done with you.”
Her blue gaze flared with a desire that I’d never seen in a woman’s eyes before, and I prayed that it was all for me. “And what makes you so sure that it won’t be the other way around?”
“If it is, then I’ll be fine with that,” I told her honestly. However, before she could say anything more to that, the speakers crackled, making me drop my hand from her face, the both of us turning to see the start of the show.
From the outside looking in, it was obvious that the room had been staged perfectly for the scene, and it was also obvious to see that the furnishings were of the expensive kind.
Now, since this was my first time ever being in one of these rooms, I was surprised that the décor was masculine in taste.
The hues were a variety of light blues and dark greys, and the room also had a vintage look to it.
It was also easy to see that the owner had put a lot of money into the speaker system, because when the participants entered the room, their voices could be heard clearly, no static at all.
It was also written in the fine print that the scenes changed constantly.
A lot of the participants roleplayed, so you almost never got the same scene, even if you visited the rooms often.
There were also warnings that accompanied cheating scenes or anything of that nature.
It was all there in the consent contract that you signed when reserving any of the rooms, and while I didn’t have any triggers, I was happy that our first time experiencing this was that of a regular scene.
Well, regular as far as degradation went.
The couple was also very appealing to look at, and while I wasn’t sure if it’d been done on purpose or not, their size difference added to the aesthetics of the room.
He looked like he could snap her in two, but I supposed that was the point.
The roleplaying had to be convincing to work, and she looked as sweet and delicate as he looked strong and capable.
“What did I tell you earlier?” he asked, his voice demanding, insisting that she answer.
“You said that you wanted me waiting for you on the bed when you got home,” she replied, her voice matching her innocent look.
“Then why weren’t you?” he barked, but instead of letting her answer, he kept going at her. “After all, you’re not here for anything else.”
Knowing that Mitzi wasn’t the type of woman to let a man speak to her like this in public, I couldn’t help but look at her to see how she was taking this, but instead of looking offended, she looked completely enthralled in what was playing out before us. Like a good book, she couldn’t look away.
“I’m sorry,” the woman said, and though she’d meant to sound meek, it was clear to anyone that she was obviously the one in control here. Unless forced, women always held the power in the bedroom.
“Show me how sorry you are,” he ordered, and I could see a small shiver run down Mitzi’s spine.
The woman immediately lowered to her knees, and with expert hands, she had him freed in a matter of seconds. However, instead of moving in to suck his dick, she sat back on her legs, then stuck her tongue out like a trained puppy.
Mitzi squirmed next to me as the man reached out, grabbed a handful of her blonde tressed, then pushed her mouth down on his rather impressive dick.
Now, while I had nothing to be ashamed of, I knew enough about metrics to recognized that the man had a lot of inches to him, and the woman’s immediate gagging was further proof of that.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. “Choke on that cock like a good slut.”
We watched as the blonde placed her hands on his thick thighs, giving him complete control of her airways, and he didn’t disappoint.
With a firm hold on her head, he kept forcing her mouth on him, and it wasn’t long before strands of saliva were running from her mouth and his dick.
She was making a mess on him, and he was obviously enjoying it.
“Does that make your pussy wet?” he grunted. “Does a big dick down your throat make you drip like a whore?”
Of course, the woman couldn’t answer, but her moans were proof enough that it did turn her on. When she wasn’t gasping for air, she was letting out the throatiest whimpers of delight, and I briefly wondered if they were a real couple, though that hardly mattered.
However, that random thought quickly vanished when the man pulled her off his dick, then leaned down, spitting in her opened mouth.
Mitzi let out a low gasp beside me, and when my eyes slid her way, she had her right hand pressed against her chest, and fuck me running, the woman was already getting turned on, even though we were still at the very beginning of the scene.
“Yeah, suck that big dick, sweetheart,” the man said as he shoved the woman’s mouth back on him. “Show me what a good cock slut you are.”
Unable to help myself any longer, I reached for Mitzi, and thank The Lord, she didn’t stop me when I hauled her onto my lap, my right hand immediately slipping between her soft thighs.
It was no longer enough for me to have her just sitting next to me.
I needed to touch her, and as long as she didn’t say no, then I was going to help myself like a glutton at a buffet.
I had my lips at her ear as my hand slid further up her thighs. “Did you like that? Did you like how he kissed her without kissing her?”
Mitzi didn’t answer me. Instead, she kept her eyes glued to the scene before us, but when my hand finally found her soaked panties, her hands snaked out, latching onto my forearm, though not to stop me.
She needed something to keep her anchored to reality, even though I was going to do my best to drive her out of her mind.
“I need your pussy,” the man announced, and I turned just in time to see him pull the blonde up by her hair, and once he did, he slapped her face teasingly. “Is it ready for my cock?”
“Yes,” the woman answered breathlessly, but it was nothing compared to Mitzi’s low moan as I finally slid a finger inside her wet cunt.
“Tell me, baby,” I said as she opened her legs for me some more. “Do you want me spitting on that perfect face of yours? How about if I spit on your pussy? Would you like that?”
Her cunt immediately clenched around my finger, and with every second that passed, I was getting closer and closer to falling off the edge with this woman, but I didn’t care.
Not even a gun to my head would make me stop now, and so we were at the point where only Mitzi could stop this.
However, another sweet moan from her lips told me that she wouldn’t.
We were going all the fucking way.