My cock was rock hard as I led her upstairs to our room for the night. There were only six rooms upstairs, each sound proof and safe for a couple to play. If you wanted an audience for your scene, you could turn on the cameras so the guests that wanted to watch could. If you wanted to watch, then all you had to do was dial into the other rooms that had their cameras on the system.
The way it was set up allowed you to have privacy if you wanted it, and if your kink was being watched, you never knew when someone was tuning into your show. It created adrenaline just knowing there was a possibility someone could see you.
“Do you want an audience tonight, Paisley?” I asked, leading her into the spacious room. There was a large king-size bed with cuffs and restraints in various places in the middle of the room. There was a chair in the corner and if you pulled the drapes in front of the walls back, full-length mirrors were hiding behind them.
“An audience?” She swallowed hard and bit her lip.
“Do you want people to be able to see me take your virginity?” I was on the fence about it. Half of me said, hell yes, show them she belongs to you. The other half of me said she belongs to you, nobody else is ever going to see her. Ever.
Since I was on the fence about it, I decided to leave it up to her. “How would they see?”
I picked up the remote from the cabinet by the bed and showed her the buttons. “If I hit this button,” I pointed to the button that had the system symbol on it, “the cameras in the room link to the system giving guests in the other rooms the option of watching as we make love or have a scene. If I hit this button,” I showed her the button with the eye on it. “It allows us to watch couples in other rooms that want to be watched, and this button,” I pointed to the last one, “will activate the cameras to record what we do in here so we could enjoy it later.”
“You mean it makes a sex tape?”
“Yes, but only you or I could have access to watch it. I’ll leave it up to you which, if any, of the buttons we hit.”
She swallowed hard and thought it over before hitting the button with the eye on it. She turned as a TV rose from the case at the end of the bed. “What if nobody is allowing people to watch right now?”
“If you do a recording, you can sign it over to the owner of the club, who will use it to play for the ones that want to watch and there’s no watching available.”
“You like watching?” she asked, nervously biting her plump lip.
“Sometimes,” I answered her question, trying to put her nerves at ease.
“Do you let others watch you?” Her voice got a little thinner as she asked this question, and I wondered how she would respond to my answer. I decided she needed to hear the truth. All of it.
“I will let people watch, depending on my partner’s wants and needs. Having an audience doesn’t deter me, and it makes the sex more exciting. You never know who is on the other side of the system.”
She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at me, her blue eyes wide with curiosity and trepidation. “Do you do recordings?” This question seemed to really make her nervous.
“I haven’t in the past. That’s been one of my limits. If you wanted a recording, I’d do it for you, though.”
“Why am I different?”
I sat beside her and pulled her close to my side. “You just are. I can’t explain it, but you are so very different from any other woman I’ve ever been with. I haven’t been willing to risk my career for anyone else, ever.”
“And if I say no to everything tonight?”
“If you say no, I’ll kiss you on the head and hold your hand as we walk downstairs. I’ll put you in your car and follow you home to make sure you get there safely. Then, I’ll go to my house for a freezing cold shower.”
She smiled and chuckled softly, “Does that really work?”
“Normally yes, but with you, doubtful. I’d probably have to rub one out just so I could get some relief.” I was serious, but I gave her a reassuring smile. There was nothing that was going to happen in this room that she didn’t fully consent to.
“Can we watch first?” Paisley eyed the TV, unsure of what to do.
“Yes. Take off your shoes and get in the middle of the bed.” She did as I told her to without hesitation and climbed up on the big, high bed.
I took my shoes and socks off and grabbed the remote to the TV before I climbed up behind her. The first room to populate was the great room downstairs. The stage filled up the screen as all cameras were pointed there. There was always someone that wanted to scene in front of a large, live audience. A couple was up there now. She had long dark hair and a collar around her neck. The guy’s cock was in her mouth as he held onto her leash. She was looking up at him with tears running down her face and lust shining in her eyes. It was sexy as fuck, and I groaned as Paisley squirmed in front of me.
“Do you want to see what else is on?” I whispered against her ear. Her hands were on my thighs. I’m not even sure if she realized she was holding onto me so tight.
At her nod, I turned the TV to another channel. There was a couple in a private room that looked exactly like the one we were in. They looked to be in their late twenties or early thirties. I’d seen them in the club before, but I’d never talked to them. In the corner of the screen, I saw that there was a third person in the room, another man sitting naked and stroking his cock as he watched the couple kissing and petting on the bed.
“Eat her pussy,” came the instructions from the man in the chair. The other man on the bed immediately moved down her body and started licking her wet, glistening slit.
Her hands were tied to the bed above her head. She was sweating and her head was thrashing from side to side as she fought to hold on to her orgasm. My cock was aching to see Paisley in a similar position, to have her naked before me and wrapped around me.