“No, we’re not here to mingle,” he said with a smirk.
“Mingle?” Then it dawned on me. My eyes widened with shock.
Before I could speak, he’d placed one of his fingers over my lips. “Shush,” he said.
I quickly took a large sip of my wine, then another. I tried my hardest not to make eye contact, but I was curious about the occupants of the room. They were very well dressed, the women expertly made up. The men were either in suits or smart casual dress. People chatted and laughed, as if on a regular night out. I watched as one couple left the bar and sat on the sofa I’d been looking at. I then watched another couple introduce themselves and join them for drinks.
“So, if you sit on the sofa it means you want to mingle?” I whispered.
Mackenzie laughed, “Yes. If you sit at the bar, or take one of those chairs over there, then you’re not looking to mingle.”
I followed his gaze to a small collection of chairs, in pairs, at one end of the room.
“Shit,” I whispered.
More couples came into the room, each time escorted by the blonde woman and each time, they had drinks waiting for them. I appeared to be the only one asked what my preference was, obviously the newbie.
Despite what I thought the house was; there was a nice atmosphere. The low hum of voices, the tinkle of laughter, and the crackling of logs on the fire reminded me of a country manor hotel.
“Relax,” he said, running his fingers across the back of my hand.
“I’m trying to. I have to say, this is a gorgeous house.”
“Victorian. It still contains a lot of the original features.”
“You know the house well, then?”
He didn’t answer. He’d already told me he’d been there before, but I was curious to know how many times. I wasn’t sure how comfortable I felt about that. I pushed it to the back of my mind; reminding myself again, there was no relationship.
It seemed as if the people in the room had some kind of internal timer. All at once, they started to rise and either as a couple or in the groups they’d formed they left the room.
When only two couples were left in the bar, Mackenzie took my hand in his.
“Come,” he said.
I slid from my stool and let him lead me back to the door. My mouth was dry, I hoped from the red wine and not fear. Excitement started to build inside and my stomach flipped.
“Mr. Miller,” I heard. The blonde woman was standing to one side at the base of the staircase. “The Clarence Room,” she said, and then handed him a key.
It was an old-fashioned brass key with a purple rope and tasselled fob.
“Thank you, Veronica,” he replied. I wasn’t sure I liked him knowing her name.
The width of the staircase would have allowed four abreast to climb and still have room to spare. We kept to one side, and I was grateful to be near the handrail. I used it to steady myself the closer to the top we became. The staircase separated, fanning to the left and right. Mackenzie edged me to the left.
Deep carpeting covered a wide hallway floor, and I suspected it was to control noise level. I guessed it wasn’t so nice for the occupants to hear people traipsing up and down. The corridor had rooms on either side. Each one with an identical dark oak door, and each one with a nameplate.
Mackenzie paused before The Clarence Room. He inserted the key and before he turned the lock, he looked at me. He didn’t need to speak; I’d already nodded.
I heard a click as an old lock disengaged, he pushed the door open and stood to the side to let me enter.
The room housed a large bed with oversized pillows, a white cotton and perfectly pressed bottom sheet. A comforter was folded across the bottom. In a corner were two, leather, high-backed armchairs; the brass studs that decorated them were polished so they shone. Against one wall was an ornate sideboard and against the wall opposite the bed, heavy curtains that were pulled.
“Drink?” Mackenzie asked, as he strode to the sideboard. His brand of whiskey and a bottle of the red wine I’d drunk, were sitting on top of it.
I shook my head. “Water though, if there is any,” I said.
He opened one door, which contained a mini fridge, and retrieved a bottle of water. He poured some in a glass, added ice from a bucket, and walked back to where I stood in the middle of the room.
He waited until I’d taken a couple of sips of the water before taking the glass from my hand and placing it back on the sideboard.
He placed his hands on my shoulders and gently turned me to face the curtains. He stood directly behind and encouraged me to take a couple of steps closer.
“Don't move,” he whispered in my ear.
My heart rate had accelerated and my palms were sweaty. I took in a deep breath as he stepped to one side and pulled on a rope. As the curtains parted, I took in a gasp of air.
The curtains had concealed a window, a window into the next-door bedroom.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
“They can’t hear nor see you. One-way glass. You’ll see and hear them only,” he said.
“But they know we’re here?”
“Yes, the minute I pulled those drapes a small light turned on, letting them know they have guests.”
“Guests?”
“Guests.”
I fell silent as Mackenzie walked and stood behind me again. His placed his hands over mine, holding them to my hips.
“Don't speak, just watch.”
Their room was decorated in a similar fashion, except for one thing. Instead of a bed, there was a fucking, great, wooden X in the middle of the room; to one side, a low brown leather…I wasn’t sure what it was. A sofa without a back and arms? A chaise?
“I…” Before I could speak, Mackenzie had raised one hand and placed his fingers over my lips.
I watched a tall, athletic blond man circle a petite redhead, who stood side on and close to the mirror. He came to stand in front of her. He placed his fingers under her chin and tilted her head, so her gaze met his. I saw them smile at each other. I wasn’t sure why, but that smile pleased me.
Mackenzie’s fingers left my lips, leaving a tingling in their wake, and he placed his hand back over mine.
The man looked directly at the mirror, and although Mackenzie had said he couldn’t see us, it sure felt like he was staring straight at me. I wanted to step to one side, to hide, but Mackenzie held me still.
The man reached forward and he slowly undid the buttons of his partner’s blouse. At the same time, I felt Mackenzie’s hands run up my sides and copy him. He popped each button open in time with the man in the opposite room, then slid my shirt from my shoulders.
The woman wore a skirt; I wore trousers, but we both had them removed at the same time. I stepped out of my trousers, as she stepped out of the skirt that had pooled around her feet.
Mackenzie unclipped my bra from where he stood behind me, and slid the straps down my arms. The man reached around his partner. I felt my hair being swept away from my neck and lips at the base. As Mackenzie kissed the length of my back, the man did the same to her chest, then stomach. I felt fingers hook under the waistband of my panties, either side of my hips. As he continued to lower, he pulled them down. He tapped one ankle and I raised it, he then did the same to the other. All the while, I watched the man do the same to her.
That was where the synchronised stripping ending.
Mackenzie stood and placed his hands on my hips, pulling me back against him, he held me there.
I bit down on my lower lip to stop the gasp as I watched the man run his tongue up the length of his partner’s inside leg. She parted them slightly. He held her hips, while his mouth hovered over her pussy.
I saw him extend his tongue and lick, I watched her grip his head and close her eyes. Her mouth parted slightly. He licked again, a long slow lick that had my stomach clench.
My clitoris throbbed with a need for Mackenzie to do the same. The more the man licked her; the more her hands ti
ghtened in his hair. I could see her fingers flex, her head fall back slightly, and her mouth open. Then I heard her; a low moan left her lips. That sound had goosebumps chase the heat that flowed over my skin.
My nipples hardened and my heart rate accelerated a little more as I watched him stand. His tongue circled one of her nipples before his mouth closed around it and he sucked. I saw his cheeks hollow a little as he did. She cried out again. My body started to gently shake, and Mackenzie held me tighter against him.
I watched as he pulled back his lips, exposing his teeth a little, which clamped down on her. He moved to her side, reaching around and down with his hand. When his fingers trailed through her pubic hair and plunged inside her, I moaned out loud. I’d never seen anything as erotic. He would pull his fingers most of the way out. I could see the slickness of her juices on them. If we’d been in the same room, I’m sure I would have been able to smell her arousal. He fucked her with his fingers, and I watched in utter fascination.
“Touch me,” I whispered.
I felt Mackenzie’s mouth at the side of my neck; his hot breath ghosted my skin.
“No. When I touch you, I want your cunt soaked,” he said.
I wanted to tell him it was. I wanted to show him the wetness that coated the inside of my thighs. As his tongue trailed up my neck, I wanted to close my eyes and absorb his touch, but I didn’t want to miss one second of what was happening in front of me.
His fist tightened in my hair as he pulled my head to one side. He raked his teeth down my skin and across my shoulder. A shudder ran through me.
The woman’s moans began to get louder, closer together. I watched her ball her fist at her side, and I saw her stomach quiver. Her head was thrown back, and as he fingerfucked her harder, faster, she screamed out as she came.
“Oh, God,” I whispered.
Her legs shook as he withdrew his fingers, and I gasped as a string of her cum kept them connected for a little longer.
He raised his fingers to her lips and she opened her mouth, sucking and licking. I clamped my thighs together, trying to gain some relief from the heat, from the throbbing, between them.
“No you don’t” Mackenzie said, he kicked at the inside of my ankles to encourage me to part my legs again.
“Please,” I whispered.
I heard as well as felt his chuckle against my skin. “Fucking torture, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
He slid his hand around my waist, his fingers stopping just shy of where I wanted them. I placed my hand over his, pushing it further down. When his fingertips brushed over my clitoris, my stomach trembled as the muscles went into spasms. Heat coursed over my body, and I could feel my chest and neck flush.
While Mackenzie gently teased me, the man led his woman to the cross. He turned her so she faced it, and then raised one arm and secured her by the wrist to one point on the cross. He did the same to her other. He ran his hands down her sides, over her waist, and then down one leg. He secured her ankle, repeating the process with the other. He was slow and deliberate with his movements. When she was spreadeagled, he stepped away.
I could hear her pant; a soft moan escaped her lips as he walked away. He opened the door of their sideboard, and when he turned, he held a leather bound stick, strings of soft leather fell from one end.
“What is that?” I whispered, trying to regulate my own breathing.
“A flogger.”
The man trailed it down her back; the sensation had clearly excited her. I heard her gasp. I watched him raise his arm; I heard the swish as he brought it through the air and then the crack as leather hit skin. The sound seemed magnified in our room and I startled. She cried out, but it was a cry of pure pleasure. He did it again, and then again.
“More,” she said.
He brought the flogger down against her arse. I could see her skin begin to pink. He gave short sharp flicks, until his final one, the one that had her orgasm again, was against her pussy.
Mackenzie pushed his fingers inside me, although not able to reach as deep as I wanted, it was enough. I came instantly. I mirrored her cries.
I wasn’t sure how long we’d been standing there, watching. I know my legs had begun to ache as I stood naked in my high heels. But no matter how my body felt, I could not take my eyes away from the spectacle in front of me. Everything they did was controlled, precise, practiced. Every touch of his elicited a response, whether that was a moan, a scream, or a tensing of her body.
There was something beautiful in what they did.
He unfastened her wrists and ankles and led her to the brown leather chaise. He supported her as she lowered and lay on her back. Her legs dangled off the sides, and I had full view of her glistening pussy.
I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered and at first wasn’t sure if it was his or Mackenzie’s. That was until I saw his jeans fall to the floor and felt Mackenzie’s. Both men had removed their clothes at the same time.
I felt the void as Mackenzie stepped back and away from me. I wanted to look over my shoulder, but I didn’t want to miss anything. I heard the scrape of furniture as a low footstool was placed in front of me.
“Take off your shoes,” he whispered.
I slid my feet from my shoes as I watched the man wrap his hand around his cock.
“Stand and place your hands on the glass. Bend over,” Mackenzie said.
I took a small step up and placed my palms against the cool glass. I heard the sound of a foil packet being torn open. Every sense seemed heightened; I could smell the latex, the lubricant.
The man was standing between his partner’s legs, at the edge of the chaise. He ran his hand up and down his cock before pushing inside her.
Mackenzie did the same, taking me by surprise. He fucked me from behind, while I watched. I saw the man’s cock, coated with her juices, pull out until just his tip was inside her, then plunge back in, over and over again in slow strokes. As he sped up, her moans became more frequent.
I struggled to keep my hands on the mirror. As my arousal escalated, my palms sweated a little.
“You’re so fucking hot, so wet,” Mackenzie whispered.
The sound of skin hitting skin, moaning and gasps of pleasure echoed around the room, theirs and ours.
I couldn’t hold on any longer, I pushed my arse back towards him, needing more as my orgasm rolled over me. I screamed out and lowered my head, wanting to rest my forehead on the cool glass. Mackenzie wrapped his hand in my hair, pulling, forcing my head back up. While my body shook, my stomach clenched as he fucked me harder through it.
I heard a growl that rumbled from Mackenzie’s chest before leaving his mouth. His fingers dug into my hips as he gave in to his release.
Shortly after I saw the man do the same.
I felt my hands slip down the glass as my arms shook. Mackenzie pulled out of me, and I was able to sit down on my heels and rest my hands on my knees. I couldn’t get my breath, my chest felt tight, and my throat was dry.
If I thought my body was done, I was wrong. I heard the click of a door opening. I raised my head to see a dark haired man enter their room. He was naked.
“What…?”
My question was cut off when Mackenzie placed his hands under my arms and encouraged me to stand again. I wasn’t sure if my legs would comply.
“Step down,” he whispered.
He kicked the footstool away.
While I watched, the woman sat, still with her legs astride the chaise. The second man stepped forward, massaging his cock as he did. He placed his hand behind her head, pushing her face towards it. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue to lick from his balls to the tip, before sucking him in.
While she sucked his cock, the blond man walked behind her. He took her wrists and bound them behind her back.
I heard Mackenzie drag one of the chairs to where I stood. I felt the cool leather against the back of my legs.
“Sit,” he said.
As I did, M
ackenzie placed his hands under my knees and drew them up, placing my legs over the arms. I was totally exposed to him. He knelt before me.
“When you’ve seen enough, you tell me,” he whispered.
I nodded my head.
The first man knelt behind the woman. He leaned forward, sliding his hands through the second man’s hair and drawing his head towards him. Their kiss was deep, eliciting a moan from one.
I felt Mackenzie’s breath on my swollen clitoris; he blew very gently as if cooling me down. His breath alone couldn’t extinguish the fire that raged between my thighs. Watching the two men kiss, observing as they changed positions, and their mouths parted just enough for me to see their tongues, was about the most erotic thing I’d seen that evening.
There was unbridled passion in their kiss. It wasn’t two strangers and my perception that the first pair was a couple, changed. The men were the couple. There was familiarity in what they were doing.
The dark haired man pulled his cock from her mouth; it was coated in her saliva. While the blond stood, with his legs on either side of the chaise, she was encouraged to lie down. They continued their kiss, while he stepped slightly towards his partner. My eyes grew wide as I saw her lick his balls, then suck one into her mouth.
I felt Mackenzie’s tongue gently flick my clitoris, and I gripped the arms of the chair as static flowed over my body. Every nerve felt charged. The blood rushing through my body heated my skin. I moaned as his lips closed around my sensitive bud, and he sucked it into his mouth.
The dark haired man broke the kiss first. He smiled as he stepped back, leaving his friend still standing over the woman. When his friend moved away, he reached for the woman’s hips and gently flipped her over. He held her head, turning it to the side, so she was facing me. He brushed her hair from her face, gently tucking it behind her ear. The blond man had stepped out of view.
Mackenzie sat back on his heels and then stood. He held out his hand, wanting me to stand. I slid my legs from the arms of the chair, and as I stood, he turned the chair side on to the mirror.
Without a word, he placed his hand between my shoulder blades, bending me over the arms. He ran his fingers down my back, and I shivered as he paused half way down the crack of my backside.
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