Page 35 of Midnight Legacy

Cassandra

One moment we were in a scene from Jane Austen, and the next the entire atmosphere changed. The air felt colder, making my skin prickle, and the lighting changed so that everything was in shadows.

Charles began to speak, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. “Join us as we take you on a journey into our world of unbridled pleasure. Every submissive who kneels in our rooms undergoes a rigorous training to ensure they know their limits and how to enforce them.” He opened a door and we found ourselves entering an auditorium designed for theatre style performances.

My hands grabbed the rails and I leaned forward, my breath catching in my chest. On the stage were three women dressed in white lace underwear interspaced across the expanse. Each of them was submitting to the man dressed only in black jeans. One woman knelt in front of her master as he caressed her face. The next woman hung from a St. Andrew’s cross in the centre of the stage. The Dom expertly used a crop to mark her back and legs as he flogged her. The last woman was suspended around her waist and thighs from an elaborate rope swing, her arms tied in a series of knots to her legs. Her hair hung loose and hit the floor. The man behind her was using his hand to spank her exposed ass, her moans filling the air as she counted for him.

“This auditorium will be used for your viewing pleasure. There will be regular submission schools held here at Midnight Manor for those wishing to learn the delicate art and train in a safe environment. We will also be developing a Domination academy for those among us with a preference to lead. They will be taught how to give the ultimate pleasure while keeping their submissives protected. Other evenings will be dedicated to group sessions for some to participate and others to watch.”

The movements on the stage were poetry in motion, none of the participants paying attention to the group watching them. Each was engrossed in their own world in the pursuit of sexual gratification.

Xavier’s arms enveloped me, and his hands came down on either side of mine to enclose me in a cage of flesh and bones. I leaned back into his strength. There was something incredibly naughty about watching someone writhe in unabashed pleasure, their body moving instinctively.

“I doubt you can use any of the ropes since your pregnant,” Xavier whispered in my ear, pressing a kiss where my neck met my shoulder.

My lips tipped up in a smile. “Doesn’t stop you from being suspended,” I retorted.

I felt his smile against my skin. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

There were times I forgot that everything in this place was created from his mind, and for that to happen he had to experience it first. Jealousy crept up my spine in a green-eyed monster that demanded a sacrifice of flesh and blood.

As if he sensed my mood, his fingers interlinked through mine on the rail, our rings clinking together. That ring said that every woman before meant less than me because he’d never given them the commitment he gave me.

Charles led us away from the auditorium through another door.

The atmosphere changed again, and the décor morphed from a dimly lit theatre with lights on the stage to the imagery that I would have associated with a Victorian brothel. Ruffled red silk adorned the walls and black drapes hung down. We were in a massive room with huge beds that could easily accommodate twenty people. There were already naked and semi-naked people on them.

The orgy room.

It was different to the room in The Twilight Rooms. The four-poster beds had curtains that could be pulled to give each bed privacy if you wanted it. One of the beds had one woman with six men kissing and caressing her, stimulating every erogenous zone on her body. Her back arched as the man between her legs devoured her flesh.

Megan took an unconscious step forward and Jordan’s arm snaked around her waist to tug her back.

“The orgy room is accessible to all members. If you wish to book a bed for your party, that can be arranged. We cater to groups or solo participants seeking to build their own fantasy.” His gaze deliberately moved to the woman on the bed, implying that this was her own personal fantasy that she’d requested. I could definitely see the appeal as one of the men kissed her deeply while she cried her release.

This was the one room that intrigued me. In The Midnight Rooms, I’d been in an anonymous room where anyone could have sex with you, but this was different. In this room, you could see the sex going on around you while indulging in your own affair. The darkness heightened other senses, but the visual display in this room made my thighs tremble and my panties grow wet and tight. It was the look on the woman’s face as she came apart that left me reeling. I’d never seen myself or any other woman orgasm.

Xavier’s chin leaned on my shoulder. “Enjoying yourself?”

My head canted to the side. “What do I look like when I climax?”

His eyes flashed over the beds, zeroing in on the one I’d been watching. “Better than that,” he commented dryly.

“In what way?” I never thought this would intrigue me.

Xavier moved me into a recess at the back of the room. His hands cupped my ass to haul me against his cock that was beginning to harden. “Because when you orgasm my cock is buried balls-deep in you and your eyes are fixed on mine.” His words were spoken against my mouth, his gaze locked on mine. I wanted to reply, but there was nothing I could say to that. Xavier pressed a quick kiss on my lips before returning us to the rest of the group.

The bed closest to us contained around ten people. Everyone moved together in a synchronised harmony, moving from partner to partner, irrespective of the gender. A man who’d been having sex with one woman rolled off her onto his back when she screamed her release. Another woman climbed onto his erect penis to continue the sexual dance seamlessly.

To me, an orgy had always been about mindless sex between strangers. Tonight, I witnessed a different side to it as the participants sought to maximise their mutual pleasure. Every touch was designed to seduce, every caress to arouse, and when they had sex the males ensured the women came first.

“Don’t even think about it,” Xavier whispered in my ear. “Tonight belongs only to us.”

Charles moved us onward on our tour. The next corridor led us to the experience rooms. Megan and I had giggled at them on the website, but in real life they were beautifully designed. He stopped before allowing any of us to continue. “Only a few rooms are open to observe because the rest of them are booked for the evening. We’ve selected a few to show you towhetyour appetite.” His voice deepened at the word whet.

There was a room filled with costumes for roleplay, another dedicated to props.

“You can select a room with utter privacy for you and your partner, and there is the option for voyeurs in some of the rooms that can be turned on at any time. The mirrors can operate with you unable to see your audience, or that it’s a two-way mirror that the participant and voyeurs can view each other. The hexagon rooms fit together like a beehive in which there is a mirror at each wall to allow you to view others or allow others to view you.”

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