Page 22 of When Night Falls

I look to the person next to me who seems to be enthralled by the couple locked away in the hidden room and I don’t tend to judge, being the victim of judgment myself. But this is not something I can say I’ve ever bore witness to before.

Despite my reaction to the couple, being thrown off guard to the idea that anyone would be okay to display themselves to strangers, I turn around to look into the room behind me. In this room, there’s three of them. This time, no clothing at all. One guy and two girls lay on a bed centered in the room, nothing else occupying the space except for them. The man lays on his back while the two girls take turns sucking his . . . cock. I see something red smeared around the edges of their mouth and without further knowledge, I assume it to be smeared lipstick.

It’s too much. I duck my head and try to steady my breathing, noticing that it’s racing to catch up with the pace of my heartbeat. I try not to bump into the people neighboring me, watching the threesome happen.

I’ve never seen anything like this and I start to wonder if it was a mistake to come back here. I'm not used to this kind of exposure. I should leave this party all together. But despite the strange feeling telling me that I’m in the wrong place, curiosity licks at my brain.

My eyes force me to look at another group of people gathering a few windows down, so I crack my neck and act like I belong here before putting one foot in front of the other and heading in that direction.

I find a small opening between two others, and I silently and carefully welcome myself to the crowd.

In this room, there is a chair. In fact, it looks way more expensive and fancier than anything I have ever seen. Kind of resembling a throne. It looks heavy, with crushed, red velvetfabric and gold lining. A spotlight shines from the ceiling above directly down on this chair where a male sits with a female in his lap, her back to his chest.

He’s not naked, but she is. Her breasts bounce a little with her breathing and she gasps while this man sucks on her neck, gripping her throat from behind to hold her in place. Her hands hold each side of the chair, and her mouth hangs open, moaning loud enough for us to hear from out here.

A few people walk away from the window, others come to watch.

I can’t help but feel so out of place as I allow myself to witness the nefarious display in front of me, but I can’t seem to pull away.

The man keeps sucking on this girl’s neck, his hands holding her down but not roaming her naked body like one would expect. I feel heat expand in my core as I watch their interaction. It doesn’t seem too personal, but it’s intimate all the same.

I watch satisfaction play in this girl's eyes, needy for more. I look at him; his eyes are closed as he works on the neck of his mistress. That’s when I realize that none of the participants partaking in these sinful activities are masked, completely exposed and open for anyone to see.

I close my eyes and feel my breathing become labored, and a feeling I’ve never felt before ignites between my thighs.

I look back at the couple in the chair and in the same exact moment,heopens his eyes and points them right at me.

I gasp. Bright green eyes force their way into my soul and an overpowering sense of familiarity breeds in my mind, feeling like I have comfort in recognizing his stare. I can't look away; his eyes hold so much danger in them as he focuses them right at me, still sucking on the girl’s neck. She’s squirming in his lap, practically begging for more than he’s giving her. He's still got one hand wrapped around her throat but his other handskates slowly across her hip and to her center, down to the apex of her thighs. I blush, knowing exactly where he's going with his movements and the moment he makes contact, she cries so loudly that I force my eyes shut.

Her whimpers echo around me, and I'm trying my hardest to remain composed. When I feel like it's safe to open my eyes again, I open them straight to his.

I hold his stare, the darkness in his eyes takes over the green that plagues me, and it takes everything in my power not to bend to the true way his glare is making me feel.

Seen.

It's doing something to me. Forget the fact that he’s got a naked girl grinding her ass into his lap while he leeches onto her skin and plays with her roughly.

I hear whispers to my left, so I lose focus and turn my head for a split second. When I turn back, the girl is in the chair by herself, breathing hard.

I take a step closer, absentmindedly, to look further as I wonder where the mystery man went. In no time, another man enters the room. This one is naked, nothing hiding his body from anyone watching. But this interaction takes a turn for something ominous as I look back at the girl and see blood dripping from the side of her neck.

The side where the other man had his mouth.

Something sinks in my stomach. A darkness crawls over me, and I feel panic rising in my veins, calling at me to scream or run or bang on the glass.

But she doesn’t seem bothered by it. I watch as she welcomes the attention this new man promises to give her. He leans into her neck and licks the blood dripping down the side of her skin. She giggles and then pulls him down where he falls to his knees and starts his assault on her pussy.

I take a step back and turn away quickly, feeling overwhelmed by the events I’d just witnessed. But my feet stay planted, feeling like I’m not supposed to move.

And then . . .the voice.

It's okay to like it.

It tells me; a phantom of validation wisps around in my brain.

It’s okay to feel pleasure from it.

It assures me.