Page 111 of Your Sharpest Edge
stassi
“Is that Dirks?” I whisper-shouted.
Curiosity got the best of me when I heard moaning coming from the first room, so I peeked in and saw two guys fucking a girl in an intricate Kama Sutra position. She arched her back and rolled her head on a white, fluffy bed. The room looked like a luxurious hotel suite, but the scene unfolding inside was a living art exhibit.
Damn.
“Yeah,” Alex leaned down and whispered back, “it is.”
I watched Dirks and his corded muscles flex as he held onto her hips.
“Wait.” I took a bold step inside the room. “Are they both...” I didn’t care that I was in everyone’s line of sight. I was mesmerized.
As I got closer, my initial suspicion was confirmed. Both men were fucking the same hole, stretching her and moving in sync.
“Whoa,” I said as Alex walked up behind me. “When you told me Dirks couldn’t babysit, I would have never imagined this is where he’d be instead.”
None of the three on the bed glanced our way; they were completely absorbed in each other. I wondered if Dirks even knew I was watching. What was I supposed to say to him the next time I saw him?
“Oh hey, so about that cock I saw the other night...”
Oh my God. The thought of it made me want to burst into laughter.
Alex chuckled, “Yeah.”
I looked up at him, expecting more of a response, but he shrugged and pulled me out of the room.
“How do you feel?” he asked when we were back in the hallway.
“About Dirks?” I asked as I tried to process my thoughts.
“No, about having people watch you.”
I was really fucking turned on. My body was saying yes to all of it. I carefully moved my feet together to keep my legs shut a little tighter, trying not to show off the fact that I was soaked.
Alex gave me exactly what I’d asked for. I told him I wanted to explore sexually, but I’d always been too nervous without a safe partner. My ex-husband had always shut those doors for me, so I never even knew experiences like this were possible.
“If I’m being honest,” I said as Alex guided us to a quiet corner of the hallway, “I might not be enough for you after seeing all this.”
I sighed and he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him with gentle pressure. “Why would you say that?” His eyes scanned mine as if searching for the answers within my irises.
“Because you’ve been coming here and are so much more experienced than I am.”
He shook his head. “No,” he said. “That’s where you’re so wrong, malyshka.”
“How?” I begged him to show me.
“I’m turned on because you want this, but I’d be turned on if you told me you wanted just me for the rest of our lives, too.”
“If I told you I wanted to watch Dirks?”
“Then I would fuck you while we did. I want you, and I know you want to explore other kinks.”
His thumb gently circled my chin. “Hey,” he murmured. “I brought you here because I wanted to show you that men like your ex aren’t the norm. He hurt you during sex, didn’t he? Without your consent?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“You told me you’re not sure if you can commit until you feel safe, so I wanted you to see that everyone here respects consent. Everything happens with clear boundaries, and if you say no, that’s it. Even couples like us have safe words, and we can walk away from a scene at any time.”
