Page 56 of Never Tell Secrets
I nodded and he gave me a wicked smirk that had me questioning how sure I actually was.
Alfie led me into the room, heading for a seat at the front where every single seat was taken. The room was darkened, the lighting erotic, every heated eye fixed on the stage. People lounged together in two’s, three’s, four’s, their hands and whispered kisses promises of how they would spend the rest of the night. This show was mental foreplay, a tease.
Alfie stopped at a table and without a word the group occupying it vacated immediately. We sat, drinks were instantly placed in front of us by a waiter. I took a sip of my champagne, grateful for the cool liquid soothing my hot mouth. The memory of Alfie’s hands on my breasts was still ripe in my body. Alfie placed a hand on my thigh and I nudged it away. He glanced at me, frowning. Didn’t he know that I couldn’t have him touching me if I was about to sit through a sex show? I would combust.
I focused on the scene in front of me. The blonde, despite her complete vulnerability, looked more serene than any person I had ever seen. I watched as she moved with Kal, as if connected somehow, puppet and puppeteer. His fingers were nimble, his motions deft as he weaved the rope into the most intricate patterns, making her an exquisite display.
I never thought I would be fascinated by a man other than Alfie Tell, but Kal Strauss was impressive. The rope was to him what a brush is to a painter.
He studied his blonde, every so often he took her chin and looked into her eyes, checking with her, making sure she was still with him. I knew that look. Alfie had done it with me a thousand times, always when he was taking me hard and rough. The blonde gave the same small smile, the same blissed out blink that I’d always given. The only difference was Kal’s indifferent nod, it was nothing like Alfie’s heated kiss. He would have cupped my face, pulled me closer before taking me again, wrapping me in as much of his heart as he could. Kal and this woman were deep in depravity, but there was no love there.
By the time Kal was finished, the blonde was on her knees, her arms bound behind her and fastened to the ceiling by her wrists, forcing her forwards until her breasts hung bound in rope. Her hair was fixed in a tight braid and fastened to the rope holding her wrists, pulling her head back and forcing her to face us. Her legs were bound knee to ankle, everywhere an intricate pattern using knots I couldn’t even guess the name of.
Raucous applause lit up the room and I turned to see a strange contraption being wheeled in.
“What’s that?” I whispered to Alfie.
“A Sybian.” The look I gave him told him I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. “Just watch.” The two men who had wheeled the contraption in, lifted it and brought it to the stage, placing it underneath the woman. I’d never seen anything like it before. It had a flat base with a curved seat that she straddled easily. But there were strangely shaped items attached to the top that looked like…oh god. My eyes widened as Kal guided the phallic shaped object inside her. She sank down, her eyes blissed out as she seated herself on the machine.
The room lit up in applause again and I looked to see Kal holding up a remote.
“I’m afraid it’s ladies’ choice.” He turned to the blonde, giving her an expectant look. She smiled, it took her less than a second to decide with her gaze alone who was going to operate her pleasure. I should have seen it coming. All eyes fell on Alfie, including mine.
He was as unsurprised as I was, if anything, he looked annoyed. Annoyed by the predictability of it. He raised his brows at me, asking if I was okay with this. I wasn’t quite okay but I was curious. Curious about what it would be like to control someone else's pleasure. Unsure what the hell I was doing, I turned to the woman.
“Alfie and I come as a pair tonight, are you okay with that?” The room hushed as I spoke. She swallowed, nodding at me. I held my hand out for the remote as Alfie leaned in to whisper in my ear.
“What are you doing, O’Connell?”
“Exploring,” I whispered back and Alfie’s eyes flashed, excited. I took the remote from Kal. “Show me how to work this thing, I don’t want to blow her up.”
Alfie chuckled and leaned in close. I examined the remote. It was easy enough to work out. There was an on/off switch and two sets of numbers one through ten.
“Those operate the toy inside her, to vibrate and move.” Alfie pointed at the top set of numbers, then at the bottom ones. “Those control the vibrations on her clit. Don’t underestimate it, the Sybian is no joke.” I looked up at him–was I really about to do this? “Start slow, baby.”
I could feel every eye in the place on me, waiting for action. With tentative fingers I pressed the on switch and set both settings to one. The blonde let out a breathy moan.
“Watch her hands,” Alfie whispered and I looked to see her hands relaxed. “You’ll see her pleasure there when it starts to peak.” He was watching her closely, but instead of being jealous, I was fascinated. He was reading her like a book, the same way he’d read me a thousand times, except he seemed far less interested in her story. He looked like he was telling me a story he’d read too many times. She shifted on the Sybian.
“She’s restless, give her more.” I notched both up to two, then three, her eyes flashing open in surprise at the sudden bolt of pleasure. It made me feel powerful, which was just a tiny taste of what Alfie had felt all of those times he’d worked a woman over. “When her toes curl, turn it up again. This one will be a screamer. You need to build it slowly and then explode her at the end.”
“Have you been with her before?”
“No.” He just knew. He’d read her in a minute and now he had nothing left to learn. He was bored with her, I could hear it in his voice, the only thing keeping his interest was the remote in my hand and what I would do with it. “You need to?—”
“Enough back seat driving,” I whispered and I didn’t miss his chuckle.
Sure enough, her toes curled just as he’d said and I knocked it up to four. She let out a deep breathy moan. Kal approached her, my eyes widening as he cupped her face with one hand, unfastening his trousers with the other. Her eyes opened at half mast and she gave him a lazy smile of consent to whatever he was about to do.
He stepped behind her, my view blocked but I had enough imagination to figure out what was coming next. Kal's hands disappeared behind her and a moment later he placed a small butt plug on the table next to her that I hadn’t even known she’d been wearing. He’d been planning this part and she’dknown it was coming. I wondered how they didn’t combust with anticipation.
She bit her lip as Kal slid inside her. A flush broke out over my skin. Anal was a strict taboo to me, a place I’d never gone to, but the look on both of their faces told me they were in heaven. I raised the toy's pace up to a seven and she gasped as it moved faster inside her, Kal winked at me over her shoulder, thanking me for the extra friction.
He picked up his pace and I watched, curious. Deciding to test a theory out, I lowered the toy down to a four and sure enough, Kal’s pace slowed too. He was keeping time with the toy. The woman must be going insane. I raised it to five, six, seven and then eight, Kal never once missing a beat. I left them there, moving as one, the blonde’s cries echoing around the room. She was in ecstasy and they were lost in one another, lost to all of us. We didn’t exist.
I upped the vibrations on her clitoris to seven. Her moans had a rhythm, a beat as she rode the waves. Her breasts heaved, heavy in their bindings. Her arms strained, her hands clenched together. She was desperate to writhe with her pleasure but bound like she was she couldn’t move, only feel. And feel she did. She felt all of it until she screamed, gasping for air, her body shaking as I held her orgasm just out of reach before finally, notching the vibrations up to a nine.
She moaned her orgasm out, a deep breathy release. She sagged against her bonds, I let her breathe for a second, two, and then pressed both ten’s. She screamed, lurching as much as she could. Her thighs shook, she was frantic, beside herself in pleasure that she couldn’t escape from.
