Page 34 of Goldsin

My heart beats fast as I take them in. Until a solitary figure catches my attention.

A man wearing a badger mask stands there observing, but I can’t tell if it’s me he’s looking at or the bodies of the people between us. His stillness in such a charged room feels like chaos in contrast. My attention falls solely on him as unsettling shivers snake their way down my spine.

But it doesn’t last long—not with Adrian’s impatience evident in the way he grabs my arm and steers me forward.

The next room contains an arrangement of BDSM equipment, everything from whips and chains to intricate leather harnesses. A woman wearing nothing but thigh-high stockings is bound to a St. Andrew’s cross. A man in black pants and a green mask prowls around her, flogging her each time her panting starts to lessen.

Her face contorts in pure bliss.

“How’s our little saint feeling right now?” Adrian mocks, observing my reaction to the view in front of us. “Horrified enough? Want me to take you home?” There’s a hint of mockery in his tone.

My eyes zero in on the girl.

Each time the leather hits her skin, her mouth pulls in, choking on the pleasurable sensation of needing the pain to feel alive. Each whip is followed by a cry for more.

And more.

Her neck stretches skyward, eyes squeezed shut.

“Aurelia?”

I can’t seem to look elsewhere.

A barely noticeable breeze caresses my bare skin. My nipples harden into tight peaks as I feel her pleasure as my own.

One last whip and?—

“Are you even listening to me?”

The sound of Adrian’s voice filters in, but it’s his massive body blocking the girl that shatters whatever trance I was in.

“What?”

He shakes his head and goes to the next room. Without a second thought I follow him, my eyes trailing behind me at the girl being held by the flogger as he takes her someplace faraway.

My teeth sink into my lower lip as I try to shake the feeling sizzling through my body, burying the jealous sting of wanting to be her.

I follow Adrian into the next room and gasp.

A large circular bed is situated in the center of the room. Mirrors surround it on every wall, allowing the participants’ reflections to be watched from various angles.

“Exhibitionists,” Adrian says. “They get turned on by the knowledge they’re being watched. Something you hate, if I recall correctly. Since the craziest thing we ever did was reach first base in my car.”

And yet I’ve never felt anything like this before. Watching their raw display is awakening something within me, as if a hidden door to my desire has been thrown open.

Adrian’s right: I’ve never gone this far before. I’ve had sex before, but in the comfort of our bedrooms. Sex in public areas was off-limits. And in front of people? Wouldn’t even dare to consider it. But as I stand here, only allowed to watch, hunger consumes me. The reason I came is slowly being obscured by this need formore.

More touching.

More tasting.

More feeling.

I rush outside the room, hot to the touch as I brace my hands on my hips, the feeling of bare skin a reminderof how deep in this world I truly am right now. Physically, but emotionally too.

This party is overwhelming, stripping me bare layer by layer, each room a mirror of my hidden desires.

Adrian steps up next to me, his eyes taking in my flushed state.

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