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“Just… beds for anyone…” My words grew faint as his fingers curled against the perfect spot. I couldn’t stifle my groan and forgot about everything else, my eyes closing as I rode his fingers, my orgasm just out of reach.

Salt pulled his hand free and my eyes flew open.

“What the fuck?” I moaned. “I was so close?—”

The two fingers he’d nearly made me come with slid between my lips.

“Suck,” he demanded.

The taste of myself was sweet. Despite the flash of irritation I felt from not being able to come, I sucked his fingers dutifully, cleaning them with my tongue. I held his gaze, scowling as best as I could.

Salt tugged them free and tipped my chin up. “Good. You never answered me, though. Who did you enjoy watching the most?”

“It’s hard to pick,” I said. “The pillory… and the violet wand…”

He nodded. “Let’s go take a closer look.”

He didn’t let me get up myself. Instead, his hands slid beneath my armpits and he lifted me, setting my feet on the floor. My head fell back as I looked up at him, taking in the breadth of his shoulders.

Salt lingered for a moment and then slid his hand into mine. His calluses were rough against my palm as he led me through the growing crowd.

Everywhere I looked, I found something interesting and arousing to see.

And no one was judging others.

Everyone here wanted to be fucked. They wanted to be needed.

Just like me.

I turned my attention back to Salt as he led me across the room. Just like on stage with a guitar in hand, people seemed to gravitate toward him wherever he went. They wanted to know him, and he paid them no mind. In fact, he seemed to ignore anyone who tried to get his attention.

The purple lights splashed over his pale skin, tattoos peeking out. I looked to my left and paused, catching a glimpse of two people on their knees, the snap of a leather flogger against skin drawing my attention. His hand tightened on mine, but he paused too.

“Want to watch them?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, intrigued. “Please.”

“Tell me what about it turns you on,” he instructed.

I watched for a moment, trying to understand it. The couple on their knees were blindfolded and bound, moans and cries drawn forth with every strike of the flogger. A woman in a latex suit wielded it with a fluid ease that spoke of practice and knowledge, her attention on her submissives and nothing else.

It was the attention. It was knowing that the two people on their knees were having their desires fulfilled.

I looked up at Salt. “I like how…devotedit feels.”

“I see. What else?”

“I like that they’re being watched, but all of their attention is on what’s happening. And well, they’re all very attractive.”

He beamed. “They are. Would you ever want to be with another person?”

“I don’t think so,” I said, casting the three another glance. “I like watching. I liked watching the woman with the free use band, too. But, I want to belong to one person. And I want them to belong to me. Is that bad?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t think so. I feel the same way.” He glanced up at the scene, watching for a few moments before looking back down at me. “I couldn’t share you with someone else. I’m too possessive. Obsessive.”

“Are you obsessed with me?” I teased.

Salt nodded. “You know I am.”

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