Page 15 of Ravage

She beckons for me to follow, and I step inside.

No turning back now, I guess. David had said he'll take me home whenever I'm ready, but no harm in at least checking the place out first, right?

Annika leads me towards one of the rooms off the foyer. Having been a bit preoccupied when I was last here, I hadn't really taken notice of the interior, other than to assess how difficult it would be to get the stretcher down the stairs. But now that I'm here as a guest, I can gawk around the foyer, taking it all in. Anelaborate chandelier hangs from the ceiling, with a rather expensive looking round antique table beneath it, a large vase with fresh white flowers in its centre. The floors are marble, and everything about it just screams wealth. I feel very out of place here, but I also subscribe to the "fake it till you make it" mentality, so I adopt an air of cool indifference and follow Annika into the room. She walks to the side table and offers a basket that already has a few phones in it.

"We have a strict no phones policy," she explains when I raise an eyebrow. "To protect the privacy of those in attendance."

I study the basket for a moment, before letting out a long breath. I reach into my pocket, turning the phone over in my hand a few times, before finally placing it inside.

A seductive smile spreads slowly across her face, and she winks. "Let the fun begin."

I follow her back out into the foyer and our footsteps echo across the marble floors as we move towards the stairs leading down to the basement. Towards the place that has me wondering how much I'm about to see.

She pushes the door open and music greets us as a slow, seductive song plays. She leads the way down the long hall, with all the various bedrooms branching off it, and we emerge into the large, open room at the end. It's set up differently to when I was here the first time, with a large bed on a low stage. There are already several groups of people down here, but my eyes are drawn to the woman wearing a blindfold as she lies on the bed. She has leather cuffs binding her hands above her head, but she looks completely at ease, despite the fact that she can't see any of the people surrounding her.

Sebastian is whispering something in her ear as he bends over her black lingerie clad body.

When he straightens, his eyes meet mine, and he gives me a small nod, which I return. It's hard to look away from the man once you have his attention, so I continue to watch with interest as he moves to stand between her legs that are hanging off the edge ofthe bed. With one fast movement, he tears her underwear off and bends to suck her clit between his lips as she arches her back off the bed with a cry.

My eyebrows fly upwards as he has her coming in under a minute, her body writhing as he holds her legs open wide and continues to fuck her with his tongue as she sobs, begging for more.

Jesus, this guy is skilled.

Annika nods towards the couch to the side of the room. "Would you like to take a seat over there?"

I nod, and she leads the way, weaving between the various groups gathered around. Some of them are dancing, hands exploring over clothes as their bodies grind together. But others have already shed their clothes as their own explorations have ventured further.

I take a seat beside Annika, and look toward the group closest to me. A woman stands with one leg draped over the shoulder of a man who kneels before her, his mouth covering her pussy, as she leans back into the chest of the man behind her. He holds her steady as her other leg trembles, massaging her breasts as he sucks on her neck.

Shifting in my seat as my cock hardens, I allow my eyes to wander around the room.

At the front of the makeshift dance floor, a naked, black-haired man bends forward, resting his hands on the edge of the stage, and I swallow hard as a blond man behind him fucks his arse.

The look of pure bliss on the black haired man's face has me hardening further.

Turns out, I apparently enjoy watching men fuck one another just as much as I get off on witnessing a man going down on a woman.

Interesting development…

7

NO FUCKING PANTIES

IMOGEN

"Working late tonight?"Sebastian asks, breaking my concentration as I work on the accounts for the Sydney location.

I look up, distracted, to see him rising from his chair and running a hand through his hair.

"Guess I lost track of time. I want to get this finished so I'm not dealing with it on Monday," I reply, waving my hand towards my laptop.

"Well, you know where I'll be if you need anything. Perhaps you'll join us tonight?" He raises an eyebrow as he slides his hands into his pockets, leaning against the long table running along the wall behind his desk.

I consider his words, biting my lip. "Maybe. Probably not, though."

I used to regularly take part in the club nights, but I'd always ended up with Sebastian and Annika, which I can do any time, so the novelty wore off. I haven't been in over a year, and the rest of the staff have stopped asking me if they'll see me there.

He chuckles. "Whatever you wish to do. You know there's no pressure to attend."

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