Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Just one push reveals a hidden looking glass.
And a man and a woman in the room beyond … fucking.
Or more specifically, she is giving him a blowjob in front of a mirror while he watches himself and her. All while she’s sitting on what looks like a vibrating machine.
And the sight makes me … horny.
“Can you hear it?” Declan whispers in my ear. “The vibrations?”
I struggle to breathe. Wantonness fills every fiber of my being.
That’s when the man’s eyes settle on me.
He’s not even wearing a mask.
In shock, I look away.
Declan immediately grabs my chin. “Look,” he says, forcing me to. “Don’t turn away.”
“But he can see us.”
“That’s what he wants,” Declan whispers, his tongue so close to my ear I can almost feel it dipping out to touch my skin. Almost. And for a few seconds, I wish he did.
“They like being watched,” he murmurs. “So enjoy.”
I gasp as the man grabs a rod and whacks the woman’s ass as she’s giving him head. Apart from the soft moan, she doesn’t even seem fazed. In fact, the more he does it, the more she wiggles around on the vibrator, and the harder she sucks.
“Can you see how much they’re enjoying themselves?” Declan asks.
I nod, amazed at how naturally it comes to them. Like being watched gives them more pleasure. In fact, my own pussy thumps in response to them.
As if he could sense it, Declan’s hand finds its way down my body, along my legs, and up my skirt, leaving a trail of goose bumps as he slowly inches up toward my pussy. When he touches me, I have to physically stop myself from quaking. Luckily, the door keeps me from falling.
He’s touching me in public in a very private way, and all I can do is widen my legs and let him feel how wet I am. Jesus. I really am a slut.
“Does it turn you on to watch them fuck?” Declan asks, his fingers gently circling my clit.
He’s not the slightest bit ashamed of doing this in the hallway … and neither am I.
Is this what this hotel offers? The chance to experience uninhibited pleasure without social pressure or any form of guilt? If so, it resembles nirvana.
“Don’t fight it,” he whispers into my ear, then he places a soft kiss right below it, making my body tingle with need.
Still, I want to know how a thing like this could exist. How people would know of it, and why they’d come here. What’s in it for the girls doing it? If she’s, in fact, the one being hired. I don’t even know.
“Who is the client, and who’s getting paid?” I ask.
“Does it matter?” he asks. “Both of them signed a contract to remain silent out of their own free will.”
“I suppose it doesn’t,” I reply.
“What happens at Hotel O stays at Hotel O,” he murmurs, planting another kiss right on top of my shoulder, that tiny spot that makes me want to moan.
But what if they could hear? Would they mind? Is that what they’re here for?
So many questions. It’s like this hotel means that you’ll never stop searching for the answers. Never stop searching for that next big thing. The next hit to bring you closer to ecstasy.
“C’mon,” Declan says as he stops touching me and instead places a hand on my arm and pulls me along to the next door.
Again, he pulls the slide at the top to reveal another couple. This time, it’s two women; one of them is face down on a bed, chained to the bedposts, while the other dribbles her with wax. When she spots us watching, she puts down the candle and grabs a toy instead, shoving it up her ass.
I’m completely engrossed in what they’re doing, but Declan keeps closing the sliders and pulling me along. One room after the other. All of them we check. Women and men everywhere. Men on men, women on women. Sometimes three, four, up to ten—I don’t know. I can’t keep count.
But all of them are having sex in the most fucked-up ways … and I love it.
I love every little thing they’re doing, and the more I see, the more I’m beginning to realize …
I want this too.
I wanna do it all.
It doesn’t matter what it is. The pain. The voyeurism. The exhibitionism. The dirty, raunchy sex. I want to see how much I can handle, how far I can take it before I finally reach my limit.
My entire life was nothing but limits until I finally moved out of my parents’ house and lived out on my own. And since then, I’ve only ever wanted to experience true freedom.
This is it. It’s right here in front of me.
“Is this what you want?” Declan asks as we watch five people having an orgy with cum and moans flying everywhere. It’s like he can read my mind.