Sinsation (Book Two)

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The closer we draw to the red door, the more the doubt increases. I focus on the detailing of the palace to distract myself. I don't want to bail...not after I reassured Jace twice that I can do this. If we don't go in, the night will be wasted. Jace will have to drive me home...although I know he'll be fine with doing that. I don't want to be a wimp. I decode the charcoal brick palace from out of time. 

Through the windows, is a long corridor. No people. Its enormous foyer consist of the entire front of the castle. The music grows high, the sexual ominous noise is titillating. It reawakens my lady boner. I'm glad that I'm in heat, it'll relax me some. I plant my palm on the crotch of his silk dress pants.

The addictive "hmm" he gives cures my frazzled thoughts. "It's the music, right?" My hubby smirks.

"It's preaching to the slut in me."

"Good." We cross the last of the dark petals onto the front steps, which display markings set in neon red. The color outlines a masquerade mask symbol at the base of each stair. Jace takes hold of the door handle, which is a huge silver ring. The song emitting from inside blast as soon as he opens it. A new one is playing. A slow instrumental, a mashup of hip hop and R&B. The ambiance of breathy vocalizations and bass. The impossibly long corridor is dark as night, outlined neon red all the way down. My feet get heavy. My tough exterior diminishes. Oh, no...I'm turning into a wimp. Why? What has me spooked? I've seen this before, my pornhub stash it's very explorative. So, what's my issue???!

My baby pays attention to my heavier footsteps. "You okay?"

"Hmm mmm," I mumble instead of speaking, my voice might break.

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"Are you sure you want to?"

He keeps giving me a way out. It must be for a good reason. This is the third time. Maybe I should listen. But I'm too intrigued to walk away. His caution has me wanting it more. There's a double door far down. Flickering flames dance across the bottom of it, along with the shadows of partiers. Entrapping me, same as a moth to flame. "I want to see..." I march ahead, determined to unlock a new life moment. The building tension is thick all the way there. I gulp, pausing briefly to control my jagged breathing. 

I grab both ring handles and pull the doors out. A suite bathed in black and red neon. Up above me is a circus; trouples perform explicit sex acts. Sharing their bodies while on tightropes. I walk below to spike beds, cages, chained walls, water tanks, spin wheels, and swings. The guests are vulgar in using each. My mouth is to the floor. There's angst, dominance, and freedom throughout the room. Some are half naked, others fully nude. My brain is too blinded to command my feet ahead, I halt and witness how sex swings operate.

Jace's warm palms cradle my love handles. His stinging breath clouds my earlobe. "Over there..."

My eyes search to where he's looking. On one of the spike beds, is a woman. An emo goddess tugging chains with five men attached to the ends. They wear sharp collars which has shredded their necks with bloody lines. She uses both hands to wrap the chains around, then yanks hard. Her hair is so shiny and pitch black, so is her makeup. Slithers of crochet fabric trail from her nipples down to her thighs, barely covering her privates. Her eyes are nearly white, I wonder if those are contacts or not.

I watch this insanely hot FemDom be what I wish I could be. I was obsessed with women like her through my sexual journey. Now I'm seeing one in person. It's hard not to fan girl and revel in her ownership of the men. Who are on their knees like dogs, desperately seeking her next order. Her greystone eyes are fiery, demanding without words. In a nonverbal flash of her irises, she commands the four guys to create a human centipede.