He chuckled. “I do want one. Very much. But yes, you’re right. I’m testing myself again.”
“It is a bit strange, I must admit. A man turning down a blow job. Get the Guinness Book of Records on the phone.”
“I want to look around a bit first. Maybe you can give it to me in the dungeon with your wrists cuffed. I like the idea of that.”
He sat up, taking her by the arm.
“Come on. There’s a lot we haven’t seen yet.”
Lydia followed him through the curtains. She didn’t want to be irritated or frustrated with von Ritter, but she couldn’t help a tiny voice inside her mind asking, Why can’t I just meet someone normal?
They stepped over people making out or getting it on and made their way out of the boudoir. On the stairs, two men in harnesses were engaging in vigorous anal sex, necessitating some care being taken with the descent.
“I’m not sure about this dungeon,” said Lydia, as the lights dimmed and they entered the lowest section of the building. “It’s a bit creepy. How extreme does it get?”
“Oh, there’s the dungeon and then there’s the private dungeon for people who want to do the edgy stuff. You won’t see any blood or guts, don’t worry.”
Inside the dungeon, the air cracked with the sound of whips and paddles, the cries of submissives bouncing off the dark brick walls.
“That’s nice,” said von Ritter, leading them over to a kind of bench on which a naked blonde woman was strapped, face down. A man, whom Lydia recognised as Julius Hackmeyer, was doing all kinds of interesting things to her spread pussy. He tickled it with the strands of a soft suede flogger, then he whipped it, then he ran a buzzing bullet vibrator around her clit, then he smacked it with his open palm.
Lydia felt hot and bothered immediately, fascinated by Hackmeyer’s sure touch. The girl on the bench tried to kick, but she was too tightly bound. She spluttered into a red rubber ball gag. Lydia bent to take a closer look at it, then jumped back, gasping.
“Oh, God,” she said. “Sarah.”
Sarah Latimer turned her head to stare at Lydia. Of course, she could not say anything, but her eyes were fierce.
“Is there a problem?” asked Julius smoothly, feeding a long, thick vibrator into Sarah’s cunt.
“This is Sarah Latimer.”
“Yes, I know that.” He patted the vibrator’s base, then began to thrust with it. “She’s with your orchestra, isn’t she? Used to be with mine.”
“She’s Milan’s girlfriend!”
Hackmeyer sneered.
“He isn’t known for monogamy, my dear. I’m sure you know that.”
“Does he know about this?”
“Look, Lydia, if you don’t mind, I’m going to change the subject. This one isn’t doing much for me. Look at her cunt, all wet and open. What I’m going to do is fuck her with this dildo and spank her at the same time. When she comes, I’ll spank her right through it. I love that.”
He proceeded to lay his open palm on Sarah’s bottom, hard and fast, while he pumped the vibrator in and out of her. She was no longer looking at Lydia, her face pressed into the bench while uncontrollable moans made their way around the ball gag.
Lydia shook her head, dazed.
Von Ritter squeezed her arm, none too affectionately.
“That was none of your business,” he whispered.
“You know Milan hates Hackmeyer. I can’t believe he’d be okay with this.”
“Why do you care?” Von Ritter looked affronted, his lips thinning.
“Because I do.”
“Then you shouldn’t. If it’s him you still want, Lydia…”