Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [89]
She stood speechless before him. It didn’t sound simple.
Because up to now, with Damon, she’d always felt…as if she had a choice. About everything they’d ever done together. Their sex had only reached certain extremes because she had lost her inhibitions and wanted it to happen.
But this, now, felt more thrust upon her than anything they’d done. Whatever waited behind that door would be something she’d have to endure, could not easily escape. The fantasy was at once alluring and…intimidating.
“I’m a little scared,” she said, deciding to lay it on the line. “I’m not sure I want to be here, want to do this.”
He stayed quiet, but his dark eyes bored through her as he, again, placed his hands on her upper arms to gird her. “Have I brought you anything but pleasure so far?”
“No.”
“Do you have any regrets?”
“No.” Not even about Jenelle. Part of her had feared feeling remorseful or weird upon waking up this morning, but it hadn’t happened.
“I never planned any of this, Brenna. But I like helping you discover the bad girl inside you. I like taking you deeper and deeper into that side of yourself. And this is just…the next step. The ultimate step. Don’t you want to see what it is?”
When he put it like that, despite herself, she did. So, almost numb with wanting to please him—again, always—she felt herself nod.
Heard him say, “Good girl.”
Then watched as he banged the large, gold, lion-headed knocker on the door of Caligula’s palace.
Six
Maybe she had begun to form some picture of what took place here—a hedonistic feast, which surely included hedonistic sex. But she couldn’t have imagined the elaborate scene that awaited her when the palace door opened. Damon again placed his hand at the small of her back to usher her inside the expansive room.
More murals framed every wall, making it appear as if they were indeed inside a grand palace, in a hall lined with large windows revealing well-manicured Roman gardens complete with fountains and the occasional horse and chariot passing by. Between the “windows” stood large tables laden with grapes and cheese and jugs of wine.
But the paintings and food were—by far—not the main attraction. In the middle of the space, Roman columns created a large circle. Between each rested a bed covered in white, strewn with metallic gold pillows, and most were occupied by people dressed as she and Damon were. In the circle’s center were two small rectangular pools sprinkled with water lilies—and people, some immersed in their togas, others swimming naked. Between the two “baths” stood a grand dais on which a gorgeous blond woman took turns kissing two men, all three of them naked but for the golden laurels atop their heads and looking ready to do far more than just kiss.
Brenna wanted to stop, try to absorb it all from a distance before getting too close, but yet another toga-clad girl was leading them to an empty bed.
Looking around, she realized most of the beds’ inhabitants watched the people on the center platform, but some were indulging in their own pleasure. One couple kissed, their hands between each other’s legs beneath their togas, and she witnessed one girl seated behind another, reaching around to cup the second girl’s breasts as a guy knelt between the same girl’s legs, bending to eat her. On another, even two handsome, muscular guys made out.
“Relax and let yourself enjoy this,” Damon whispered as they settled on the bed together. Not quite sure what to do, Brenna sat with her knees bent slightly before her, unable to deny how good—even comforting—it felt when Damon eased his arms around her waist from behind.
And for the first few seconds, she couldn’t believe she was openly watching so many people have sex in a brightly lit room—and a stark embarrassment that bordered on shame bit at her.
But then something happened.
She realized that no one else was embarrassed.
They were simply enjoying the fantasy,