Page 43 of Marry Lies
Everyone else already suspects as much.
Why not add her to the bunch?
I’m such a self-deprecating asshole,I think, watching the couple before me.
As I sit on the couch in the cellar, all I can concentrate on is the way Estelle’s blouse was unbuttoned slightly, exposing the golden skin of her décolletage. I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, ignoring the sounds emitting from my state-of-the-art glass room. Normally, watching people is enough to get me out of my funk. One hour in the cellar, one couple who is paid handsomely to perform together, one room with two-way mirrors. They can’t see me, but I can see them.
It's always enough to loosen me up.
Itused to beenough.
Unbuckling my pants, I urge my cock to wake the fuck up. Nothing happens. I can’t stop thinking about the woman upstairs.
Walking out of the cellar feeling frustrated and pissed off, I take the stairs to the ground floor two at a time.How is it that she’s been able to affect me like this?
Usually, I can count on this one thing.
Thisonepenchant for watching other people.
It’s always been my weakness.
But I suppose Estelle has now taken first place.
Once in the kitchen, I pour myself more wine. Luna is seated at the island, tapping away on her iPad.
“You aren’t downstairs?” she asks carefully, watching me as I take a slow, steady sip of the red liquid.
I shake my head, not ready to explain myself.
Only Luna and Chase know about my proclivities.
Voyeurism—meaning I am sexually aroused by watching others when they are naked or fucking.
It started young. Being naturally observant, I enjoy watching people. And it wasn’t until I was eighteen and watching two strangers getting their rocks off that I realized I got aroused by watching other people get off. As a young eighteen-year-old, it was a safe haven for me. I didn’t actually have to fuck anyone—I didn’t have to show anyone my scars. It was the best of both worlds in my eyes. When I moved to the castle officially after we started Ravage Consulting Firm, I had the glass room in the cellar built. A couple of times a week, I hire couples to fuck, or sometimes, only solo women. It depends on my mood. They know they are being watched, but they don’t know by whom. Thanks to the NDA, even if they suspect who’s behind those mirrored walls, they are legally bound to stay quiet.
I still sleep around—still find ways to satisfy my carnal urges. But all the women I sleep with know that I keep my clothes on, that they can’t touch my scars, and that it’s for one night only. I never join the people I hire to perform. All I need is to watch them. That’s the beauty of it.
I can watch from afar and still have an orgasm.
I know Chase is into the dominant primal stuff, but that’s not really my cup of tea. Voyeurism gets a lot of bad press. Peeping Tom’s, people taking upskirt pictures…I don’t do that shit. Consent is still important, and I keep my kink locked up in the cellar downstairs, only engaging with the people I pay and get consent from.
I keep it very controlled—like every other aspect of my life.
Estelle is the first person to try and shatter those glass walls, and it terrifies me.
“Do you want me to send them home?” Luna asks carefully.
I nod. “Thank you, Luna. Did Estelle go to bed?”
Luna’s red-tinted lips twitch with the hint of a smile. “I believe so.”
Finishing my glass of wine, I lay the glass down in the dishwasher before walking toward the exit of the kitchen.
“She’s lovely,” Luna says just as I’m nearing the door. “Estelle, I mean. Does she know about the cellar?”
I stiffen, my jaw grinding. “No. And I’d prefer to keep it that way.”
I take one more step out of the kitchen when Luna speaks again. “Forgive me for meddling, but as someone who has been married for nearly a decade, this might be something you’d like to share with her.”
