I explained what we were doing. “They know we’re here. But they can’t see us.”
“And why are we here?” She spoke quietly like we could be overheard.
“I want you to see what it’s like, sweetheart. You won’t give me a chance yourself. But maybe if you watched, you would understand.”
A quiet sigh escaped her lips, her disappointment evident. “Calloway—”
“Just consider it. I’m not asking you to do anything but watch.”
“I’m not gonna watch two people have sex,” she argued.
“You’ve never seen porn?” I challenged, knowing even an innocent virgin like her must have touched herself to a good video every now and then. “It’s not any different. In fact, they want to be watched. It’s a fetish of theirs.”
“It’s still—”
“Rome, I’m asking you to do this for me. Isn’t that enough?” I’d made a lot of compromises for her. It wasn’t out of the question for me to ask her to do this in exchange.
Her eyes were glued to Jet and Jasmine through the window. Rome was obviously uncomfortable with them getting undressed, but once she relaxed, she would feel aroused. She would want what they had—but with me.
Jet stood naked at the foot of the mattress and looked down at Cynthia. “Suck me off. Now.”
Her hands were in front of her with a sash, and she rose up to put his dick in her mouth. Jet gripped the back of her head and forcefully pulled her mouth over his length, hitting her in the back of the throat as he fucked her hard. Saliva dripped down her jaw and splashed onto her knees. She breathed whenever she had a chance but committed herself to sucking him just the way he wanted.
Jet played with his balls as he shoved his cock deep inside her throat, nearly making her gag a few times. When he was about to come, he pulled her mouth off his length and gripped her by the hair. “Hands in the air. Now.”
She lifted her arms to the ceiling.
Jet fastened the shackles above her to her arms then suspended her inches above the floor. He snatched a whip from the stand then slapped her unexpectedly on the ass.
She cried out as she swung forward, her ass already marked red.
Rome immediately looked agitated, like she couldn’t handle it.
I gripped her thigh and kept her steady. “Give it a chance.”
“You want me to whip you, baby?” Jet asked as he positioned himself behind her, his cock still long and hard.
“Yes,” she answered.
“You’re gonna have to be louder than that.”
“Yes,” she yelled.
“You’ve been a bad girl, huh?” Jet came up behind her and gripped her by the hips. He kneeled down and kissed the area between her cheeks, licking her pussy as the whip remained in his hand.
She rolled her head back, her face tilted to the ceiling. “Yes…”
Jet ate her out for a few moments, worshiping her body with his tongue. He sucked and licked, bringing her to the edge of bliss.
I eyed Rome out of the corner of my eye, hoping for some reaction. Her cheeks were slightly tinted, but I wasn’t certain what that meant.
Jet stepped back with the whip. “You’ll come when I tell you to come.” He struck the whip across her back, making her swing forward with the momentum.
“Oh…”
He whipped her again, pacing back and forth as he admired the red mark down her back. “Do you understand me?” He whipped her again.
“Yes…” She moaned as the tears bubbled in her eyes.
“Yes, Sir,” he corrected. He whipped her again.
The arrangement continued until she received ten lashes. Her back was marked with the red lines, but they were superficial and would fade by the following morning. He moved his arm with ease, striking her far gentler than I had with some subs.
He stepped in front of her and wrapped her legs around his waist then shoved himself inside her, having an easy entry because she was soaked. “Baby…you feel so good right now.” He fucked her hard as she hung from the ceiling, her hips grinding with him as they moved together. He sucked her nipples into his mouth and even bit them from time to time. Every time she seemed to be hurt, she was quickly reabsorbed back into the moment.
Watching him fuck her with such intensity reminded me of my passion for Rome. I wish I were fucking her like that at this very moment. I wasn’t aroused by Jet or Cynthia. But I was turned on by the idea of having that kind of relationship with the woman right beside me.
My hand moved to her thigh, and I slowly slid up her dress, migrating to the apex of her thighs.
She turned to me, her lips parted like she’d been breathing heavier than usual. Her cheeks were rosy and her nipples hard through the top of her dress. I recognized that look from all the times I’d fucked her.