Page 149 of Sinner's Salvation

After I introduce my wife and make small talk, he hands me a key and wishes us a pleasant evening.

Wrapping my arm around Violet’s waist, I trail my finger up the side slit in her dress. Her breath hitches at the scene unfolding in front of us. The lights dim, and the music turns seductive. She watches with rapt attention as people begin to undress.

I take her hand and go upstairs. Inside a VIP room resembling a high-end hotel suite is the perfect view of the scene downstairs from the tinted wall of glass. Hidden inside the closet are drawers filled with toys. Over the impressive bed and down the sides hang handcuffs.

Sitting down in a velvet armchair, I drag Violet to my lap. I’m so hard I could come from just her touch. This is how insatiable I am for her.

Skimming my fingers up and down her exposed thigh, I say, “Watch.”

The show begins when a couple appears on the stage. A woman with a leash around her neck crawls on all fours. Violet gasps in my arms, her eyes fixed on them. The woman assumes a submissive position, sitting and kneeling with her legs open, her palms facing up, and her head and eyes slightly bowed down.

“Why is she doing that?”

“Because she trusts him. Because she loves being dominated by him.”

“But . . .”

“Some have a full time dominant/submissive relationship. Some are only in bed.”

“In bed, yes . . .”

I kiss her along her neck. “You like that, don’t you? Me doing whatever the fuck I want to you... in bed.”

A shudder rocks her as I skim my nose over her neck.

The scene unfolds. It’s erotic in its sheer carnality—two bodies coming together in a primal way.

I trace my finger up Violet’s thigh to find her bare.

“And here I thought you were my good girl.”

She tilts her head to me, murmuring, “Maybe tonight I want to be your bad girl.”

“Do you know that bad girls get punished?”

Her green eyes shine with arousal. The image I put in her head makes her wetter. Pushing two fingers in and out of her, I watch her close her eyes.

Downstairs, the place turns into a sex party with zero inhibitions. Moans erupt from one corner of the room where an orgy is in full swing. A man spanks his sub while another woman is on her knees, sucking him off. On a couch, a woman pleasures another one, while a man prepares her ass to be filled behind her. But my attention shifts back to the most titillating picture: my wife taking three fingers and digging her nails into my thighs.

“You’re so wet, love. Does it turn you on?” She bites her lip, nodding. I nibble on her earlobe, pumping my fingers in and out of her, strumming her clit with my thumb.

“I . . . I . . .”

“Come. Squeeze my fingers and drench them.”

Her pussy walls constrict, and she comes on a long moan. I tip her face to mine to drink in her rosy complexion and dilated pupils before taking her lips in a long kiss.

Standing up, I peel the dress from her. She steps out of it, fully naked except for the jewelry and heels—she’s so decadently beautiful. I throw her mask and mine on a table in the corner and cup her face.

“Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

“Good, my perfect woman, because I will push you to your limits tonight.”

Backing her down on the bed, I kiss the valley of her breasts as I cuff each hand on the bedpost.

“I’m right here with you. You’ll come like you never thought you could. I will be there to take you higher and bring you back down, my love.”

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