Victorious(64)

He applies his hand to a device on the wall, and a door slides open.

“What is this?”

“It’s the dungeon. Only the five of us have access to it.”

The word dungeon trips my already heightened senses into overdrive as I try to imagine what goes on here. I see right away as we step into the huge room that pulsates with loud music… Cresley is suspended from the ceiling. Natural-colored rope has been wrapped around her body in an intricate pattern that is strangely beautiful. The elaborate scheme is held together by a single knot that falls just above her clit, which is clamped, as are her nipples.

When Hayden swings her around, I notice she is plugged in the front and the back. What that must feel like, to hand over that much control to another human being, to trust him with so much outside a committed relationship… As I have that thought, my own plug begins to vibrate.

Flynn’s arm around my waist keeps me from losing my footing. “Talk to me, sweetheart,” he whispers gruffly in my ear. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Why does she like it? She’s a successful, powerful woman. What makes her want to be dominated so completely?”

“It’s because she’s so successful and powerful that she enjoys giving over control to someone else for a few hours. It takes her away from all her responsibilities and gives her a kind of freedom she can’t find anywhere else.”

“I…”

“I wish I could crawl inside your head right now so I could know your every thought.”

Laying my hand on top of his arm, I want to share those thoughts with him. “I wonder what it’s like for her to give up that kind of control to someone she doesn’t love.”

“She does love Hayden. They’re old friends, and there’s trust in friendship.”

“Still, to do that with a man she isn’t in love with… That takes…”

“Balls?”

“Yeah,” I say with a nervous laugh, “that’s for sure.”

“It’s a form of relaxation for both of them.”

“Relaxation… Um, okay.” I’d be anything but relaxed in Cresley’s position.

“No, really, look at her. Take a good look.”

Cresley’s eyes are closed, her face is slack, her lips are parted ever so slightly, and she appears to be floating above the room in what I now see, upon closer examination, is a blissful state.

“We call that subspace, when the submissive reaches a place of total trust and absolute submission. She relies upon her Dom for everything in that moment. It’s total surrender.”

“Would they mind that we’re here?”

“No, sweetheart, they love being watched. Most of us do. It’s part of the thrill.” He leads me to a sofa I hadn’t noticed in a dark corner and positions me in front of him, between his spread legs with his arms around me.

“Will they actually have sex?”

“Probably. They usually do. We allow actual intercourse only in the dungeon and private rooms, not in the main room upstairs.”

Because he wants to know my every thought, I say, “I’m not sure how I feel about watching Hayden have sex and then seeing him at the party tomorrow.”

“Do you want to leave before they do?”

I’m torn between wanting to see this through to completion and not wanting to watch Hayden have sex. Yet I can’t look away. “We can stay.”

The scene progresses slowly. I have no idea if we’re there half an hour or two hours, because I’m so caught up in what’s happening between them.

Flynn’s erection is pressed tight against my bottom and the vibrating plug, his hand is flat against my belly, and I’m on the verge of begging him to touch me when he tugs on the button to my pants.

I’m immediately filled with panic and excitement and desire that’s hotter and more potent than anything I’ve felt before.

He pulls down my zipper, slowly but insistently, as if he’s waiting for me to stop him. But stopping him is the last thing I want to do. I raise my hips against his hand, encouraging him to touch me before I die from wanting him to.

Across the room, I see Hayden remove the dildo from Cresley’s vagina. He drops his pants, and I think about diverting my gaze, but I don’t. I watch as he swings Cresley’s body close to him and impales her. She cries out from the impact.

Flynn’s hand slides inside my pants.

Because they suddenly feel about ten sizes too small, I want to pull them off to give him room. I shaved down there earlier, so my skin is ultrasensitive. Every nerve ending in my body seems to have arrived in one place to party for the night. All it will take is one brush of his finger over my clit to detonate an orgasm for the ages. Naturally, he must know that, because he touches me everywhere but where I need him most.

“So wet,” he whispers as he slides his fingers into me.

“Flynn… Don’t tease me.”

“Who am I here?”

“S-sir. Please…” I open my eyes to see Hayden pounding into Cresley. I hadn’t intended to watch, but I can’t look away.

“Do you like watching them, Nat?”

The whisper of his breath against my ear whips through me on a tidal wave of sensation. I raise my hips, trying to get him to move his fingers, but he won’t be rushed.