Page 54 of The Reaper
The second floor was less crowded than the first, with a few people mingling in the corridor. Down the hallway, I could see closed doors, a mystery that called to my inquisitive side.
What were those doors hiding?
There was music playing up here, but it wasn’t as loud and booming as downstairs. It was piped through a sound system, not from a DJ set like the main floor.
I felt a shiver as Devon leaned into my neck and said, “I know you like watching. My little raven is also a little voyeur in her spare time.”
I grinned, telling him, “I’ve always liked watching you.”
The look on his face told me he liked it too, and then he whispered, “I’m going to show you something, but I need you to make me a promise.”
“What?” I’d promise him the world if he asked for it.
He stopped in front of a door and pulled me towards him, holding me in his arms.
“I need you to promise that if you don’t like what you see, you’ll tell me, and we’ll leave. No questions.” I nodded. “I need you to promise that if you feel uncomfortable for even a second, you’ll let me know.” I gave another nod. “And I need you to promise that despite drinking with me downstairs, you’re not too drunk to know what you’re doing. To trust that I will look after and protect you, but also, to trust yourself.”
I placed my hand over his heart. “I trust you, Devon.” He took a deep breath, like he was giving himself one final chance to back out of whatever plan he had in his mind.
“You’re in control,” he stated. “Whatever happens, you get to call the shots.”
He gently kissed my nose, and I couldn’t help but wrinkle it and giggle from the tickling sensation. Then he leaned down and kissed me on the lips, slow and seductively. I wrapped my arms around his neck, but after a few seconds, he pulled away and asked, “Are you ready?”
“I was born ready.”
ChapterTwenty-Four
LEAH MAY
He took my hand and led me towards the door we were standing in front of. When he opened it and walked in, I followed him, curious to find out what was inside. The room was darkly lit, with dimmed spotlights overhead. There were black leather sofas and a few tables dotted around the room with couples sitting together having a drink. Some people appeared to be on their own, but they didn’t seem too bothered, they were quite happy to sip their drinks. But that wasn’t what made this room special––it was the huge window that ran along the full length of one wall, showcasing an adjoining room. A dark room with a single spotlight pointed at a padded bench in the middle.
Devon led me towards the wall opposite that window and we stood next to a tall table. He leaned against the wall and pulled me to stand in front of him, my back to his chest, and his arms wrapped around me like a comfort blanket. Leaning down into my neck, he breathed deeply.
“Do you remember your promises?”
“Yes,” I gasped, staring straight ahead at the window to the other room.
“Good, because the show is just about to start.”
I held my breath as a man and a woman walked into the room on the other side of the window. The woman was wearing skimpy black underwear, but the man was completely naked, and both wore black masks over their eyes in an attempt to hide their identity. Devon’s hold on me tightened as the woman crawled onto the bench on all fours.
I wasn’t sure my voice would work but I had to ask, “Can they see us?”
“No. It’s a two-way mirror. We can see them, but they can’t see us.”
The man knelt behind her, and I froze as he slowly peeled the woman’s G-string down.
“Do they know we’re watching?” I could feel my pulse quicken as I watched, and I couldn’t take my eyes off them.
“Oh yes. They’re regulars in this room. They like to be watched.”
The man started to stroke himself as he leaned forward and darted his tongue out, licking the woman’s pussy in long, slow licks from behind. I swallowed, feeling my body react at what I was seeing. My skin puckered with goosebumps, my breathing became shallow, and wetness pooled between my legs as heat and a gentle pulse made me squeeze my thighs together.
Devon nuzzled into my neck, kissing me softly as I watched what was happening. He didn’t seem to be bothered by the couple in front of us. From the way he held me, and his panted breath as he kissed me, I could tell he was more turned on by my reaction. He was getting lost in me.
The woman was writhing on all fours, and we could hear her moans as he worked her with his tongue and mouth. When he thought it was getting too much for her, he pulled away, then stood up and slapped her ass, telling her, “You don’t get to come yet. You have to earn it.”
He strolled around the bench with his dick in his hand, and then on a growl, he told her, “You’re going to take every fucking inch and enjoy it.”
