Page 80 of Arran's Obsession
Wide-eyed, I wandered through, taking it all in. Around a corner, a wall with the signGlory Holeabove it had a series of holes at groin height, presumably to stick dicks in judging by the guy palms flat to the wall and his trousers around his ankles.
Further on, a man was chained to a table, his chiselled, dark-skinned body bucking under the attentions of the woman fucking him. Two guys stood watching them, then one reached out to touch the man’s mouth, his other hand frantically moving inside his trousers.
A corner of cushions had an orgy going on, then there was a series of private rooms with peepholes, like I’d seen down in the strip club.
I tiptoed over and peered into one. A woman stood over a man on a covered mattress. She peed on his face, his tongue out for the yellow stream.
I recoiled. Okay, one of my limits had been found.
The room continued on, a sign on the wall giving me a clue as to what went on deeper down.Breastfeeding room. Fantasy rooms. Swings. Torture rooms.
A sign on one hall read:No clothes beyond this point. No refusal permitted.I inched away.
An arm curled around me. Arran. “Want to head back downstairs now?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“Come on. You’ve seen plenty,” he said.
“Don’t presume.”
“All right, then I just want you alone.”
“And I want anything but that.”
Overheated and in increasingly desperate need, I broke free of him and stalked to an alcove with a strange kind of upright cross on it. “What’s this?”
The X-shaped cross had padded corners at the extent of the arms, and restraints on each.
A woman drifted over, her gaze touching the men behind me then coming to me. “This is a Saint Andrew’s cross. Would you like me to show you how it works?”
I nodded, and she backed up to the frame, demonstrating how the user would be tied onto it, arms out wide above her head and legs spread. “The occupant is restrained at her wrists, ankles, and around her waist.”
“So she can’t stop anyone from touching her?” I figured out.
She gave a pleased smile. “Exactly. She’d wear a mask to add to the sensory effect. She can’t see whose hands, mouth, or other parts are on her, or in her, but she can feel everything. If you tie me up, the three of you can play. Or you can hop in and I’ll show your guys the ropes.”
She trailed a finger down my arm. I sensed Arran behind me.
“That won’t be necessary,” he stated.
The woman startled. “Oh my God. Mr Daniels, my apologies. I didn’t recognise you in the shadows.”
She climbed down at a scramble, ducking her head to back away.
But she’d piqued my interest, and I touched the edge of the frame.
“I want to do this,” I said.
There were people nearby. Lurking men and so many working women. I was losing my mind with need and at the same moment wanting to piss off Arran more than I could say.
He made a sound that was a mixture of a growl and pain. “Letting anyone here grope you?”
“Why, what do you care so long as you’re one of them? You don’t give a damn about me.” I dropped my voice so only he could hear. No need to let the room guess we were in a lover’s spat.
His lip curled, his shoulder muscles rigid. Likewise, his response was just for me. “You’re right, I don’t.”
Hurt curled inside me. Fuck him.