“I hope there’s a lifeguard,” Ethan cracked, as Jonathan pointed out a woman’s legs sticking straight up out of the water, trembling as if in ecstasy. She popped up a moment later along with her lover, screaming with delight.
“Not sure there’s enough chlorine in the world…” said Jonathan.
“Let’s keep looking,” Steve suggested.
The next tunnel took them to a room that was nearly pitch black, with hardcore metal music blaring like a hammer to the ears. Black latex and piercings abounded each time a random strobe burst illuminated the players in the cave-like setting. Along one wall, an Amazonian-looking mistress barked orders to a line of black-hooded submissives as she brandished a whip. In another corner, beneath a dim bulb, a Master in black leather pissed on a slave he’d shackled to the wall.
They backed out of that room without a conference. The next tunnel led to a space that was nearly as large as the dance hall, but the music wasn’t as overpowering and it wasn’t as crowded. It was decorated like a sex dungeon, and while the wide array of benches, webs, racks, and sawhorses implied serious BDSM business, it wasn’t as scary an atmosphere as the black hole they’d just left.
“This looks more our speed,” said Ethan. “Should we hang out here for a while?”
“It’s up to Ruby,” Jonathan said. “This is her birthday. We could go dance, if you’d rather?”
She didn’t want to dance. She didn’t want to be fighting for air among the sweaty, humping masses. This room was calmer, more intimate. “I want to stay here,” she said, and then, “Don’t leave me.” She gave a nervous laugh. “I like this. I want this with all of you. Is that okay?”
They gazed back at her, nodding in agreement.
“We want this with you, too,” said Jonathan.
Steve took her hand. “Let’s have some fun.”
There was so much going on, so many options. There were people groping each other in orgy-like pleasure, people tying each other to racks, people screaming as their asses were strapped or paddled or whipped. There were people bent over sawhorses getting fucked from either end, or both ends, groaning whenever they came up for air. There were bowls of condoms set throughout the room, and everyone was grabbing them at any given time, following sexual impulses, following the need to be inside the one they wanted.
“This is a lot,” she said. “A lot to process. What do we do now?”
“Leave that to us,” said Ethan, stroking back her hair. “Why don’t we stake out a space in one of the corners? It doesn’t matter to you, does it, to be out in the middle, on display?”
“No, I don’t want that. I know I’m up for a lot of things, but…”
“You don’t have to be up for everything,” he assured her. “Your safe words still work here.”
To her relief, her lovers took over, leading her through the other groups of people to a sheltered space in the back. There was a bondage structure, square and solid, that created a bit of a buffer from the rest of the room. She studied it, noting the many attachment points, as well as the assortment of cuffs, straps, chains, and spanking implements on a nearby shelf.
“Do you like what you see?”
That was Jonathan’s voice in her ear, his hand tugging her hair back so she was forced to look into his deep amber eyes.
“Yes, Sir.” He was in Master mode now, so she was instantly submissive. “I like it.”
He kissed her, his front pressed against her right side. “Close your eyes for a moment, Ruby. Block everyone else out,” he whispered against her lips. “Right now, it’s just us.”
He was warm beside her, holding her steady while the other two drew near. She’d wanted this, oh, how she’d wanted it, but she still wasn’t ready for the feeling of multiple hands caressing her skin. One hand skimmed her waist. Another cupped her breast and then squeezed it. Yet another played over her hips and down to her ass cheeks, gathering them in a carnal grip.
Jonathan continued to kiss her. His teeth played over her lips, nibbling, stroking. She didn’t know who touched her where. That was the mystery, the excitement.
“Will you blindfold me?” she whispered when Jonathan broke the kiss.
“No. Open your eyes now, baby. No escaping into fantasy.”
“It’s not escaping,” she said, blinking at them. “I want this, but it’s so much to…to see everything.”
“We need to see your eyes,” Steve explained.
“Windows to the soul,” Ethan agreed. “And windows to how much you’re enjoying yourself.”
She grimaced. “This is already so crazy and horny I feel like I’m going to die.”
“Just for a minute, then.”
Steve said it, and she was pretty sure it was Steve who put his fingers over her eyes, because it felt forcefully, deliciously rough. He kissed her too. She knew his kisses, rough as his fingers, full of passion and wildness. She heard Ethan and Jonathan conversing at her side. Her arms were drawn behind her, encircled in a series of knots. She felt Steve along her front, holding her tight. His cock nestled against her belly. As her wrists were bound in the back, he pulled down her bra’s sheer cups, tucking them beneath her breasts and exposing her nipples.