Unrestrained (Unrestrained 3)

"That's the power of your brain. I guess it could be taught, but I actually like to make someone orgasm by contact. The no-touching thing never appealed to me."

I nodded.

As if to reinforce his preference for contact, he ran a hand up my arm and across the tops of my breasts. I shivered and glanced around. There were a few people watching us, probably wondering what kind of kinks we had. I looked away and focused on Drake's eyes. He touched my collar, then the choker, and finally ran his fingers over the tops of my breasts again. I could feel my nipples harden against the leather.

"I wish you were wearing spandex so I could see your nipples," he said.

"Everyone else could see them, too."

"That's the idea."

I inhaled at that, not quite sure what I felt about other people watching us.

"You like the idea that other people would see my nipples?"

"I'd feel very proud that you're mine. Every man in the place would be jealous, wanting to be the one with you."

He stared at me, his gaze moving over my face and body, as if he was considering something. He placed two fingers against my neck as if taking my pulse.

"That excites you," he said, softly, but loud enough so I could hear him over the sounds coming from the various players.

"It scares me."

"Sometimes, you misinterpret arousal for fear. I suspect that's what happened with Flyboy. You thought you were afraid, but you were really aroused and perhaps too self-judging to recognize it. Plus, he was a novice and didn't know how to properly introduce kink into a relationship."

"Whereas you're an expert," I said and leaned closer.

He smiled. "Not an expert, but more experienced." He finished his drink, put our empty glasses down on a railing, and took my hand. "Let's go explore. Besides the demonstrations inside the cages, there are both public and private rooms for people to use."

He led me around, and together, we stood at each cage and watched the proceedings one by one. Drake kept my wrist in his hand, his fingers checking my pulse as if he was gauging my response.

We went to a window and inside a room, a man and woman were having sex while she was suspended in a sling. She was blindfolded, her hands restrained above her head.

This aroused me the most. Not only watching them, wondering if she'd really come or whether it would be like in porn – merely a performance. I also wondered how it would feel, knowing people were watching you, being aroused by them watching you.

Drake stood behind me and pulled me against his body. I felt his erection through his leather pants.

He liked this as well.

He slipped one hand around my waist and bent down, his mouth at my neck, over my pulse.

I shivered from his touch.

Then, the woman in the window groaned, her voice audible over a speaker. The man thrust even harder, then pulled some chain that was attached to nipple clamps and she screamed out loud, her muscles all tightened, her body arcing, her thighs shaking. My own body responded to the sights and sounds, my flesh throbbing.

Drake pulled me away from the window and guided me to one of the cages, and while I liked watching as the woman was flogged while bent over a padded bench, it didn’t do to me what the previous scene did.

Drake stood behind me, his arms around my waist.

"Do you trust me?" he whispered in my ear, his voice deep, his breath warm on my neck.

I inhaled deeply. "Yes.”

"You hesitated.”

I turned and faced him. "Only for a moment. I wasn't expecting the question. Of course I trust you.”

"This is your chance to back out," he said and then held out his hand.