Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 2(91)
“I don’t know how to do that.” Syria felt like she’d been expanding plenty fast enough lately. A month ago, she hadn’t even known a world like Erik’s existed.
He led her to their alcove again, which had two drinks resting on a small table beside the red chaise. “Would you like a little help?”
“What do you mean?”
“I have two drinks here. One is simply alcohol, a Cosmopolitan as you Americans call it.” He held up a lovely martini glass with a silver stem, filled with pink liquid.
“What’s the other one?” Syria felt her heart speeding up.
“It has a mild drug in it. Something to loosen you up.”
“How loose?”
Erik smiled. “I have found that it only helps you be what you want to be.”
“Seems like drinking something like that would mean that Alice would have to trust her rabbit.”
Erik laughed, a hearty sound that was so unexpected with his cool politeness that Syria had to laugh with him. “Then Cosmopolitan it is.” He held the glass out to Syria.
She accepted, realizing she was feeling thirsty after the dancing and the voyeurism of the gypsy girl. “Will there be other little acting bits like the last one?”
“Most definitely. Many of the slaves and submissives look forward to these nights.”
Syria walked back to the tied-back curtain, peeking out. “Do other people join in?”
“Anything goes here. Would you like one to be arranged for you privately?”
Syria swallowed. Could this man deliver anything she wanted at all? It couldn’t hurt to ask. “I would like to see some bondage.”
“I thought you might.” He tugged his phone out and tapped a word out. “Would you like them in here or out there?”
Syria looked around the space. “In here might be fun. Then I could see the knots up close.”
He nodded and put the phone away. “Sit next to me. I believe you will enjoy this show.”
Syria perched on the chaise next to him, eyeing the other drink. How much courage would it take for her to drink it? And what would it do to her if she did?
She didn’t have any more time to consider it, because the curtain moved, and a beautiful and very naked woman stepped into the room. She was pale, her hair almost white, and looked to be Syria’s age. Her makeup added to her ghostly impression, frosty lipstick and icy blue eye shadow. She was breathtaking in a haunting way, small-breasted, slight, and completely bare, without shoes, even.
Behind her arrived a man in a black kimono, very ceremonial, much like the people Syria had met at the bondage exhibition. He bowed to them, set down a canvas back full of rope coils, and pulled the girl to him, her back to his belly, and caressed her face and neck. The girl closed her eyes, dreamy, and he slid a vivid blue rope across her ribs with a sensual leisurely pace.
Syria already felt the heat rushing through her body, swifter now and with more force after already being moved by the gypsy. She glanced at the spiked drink again. She wanted all the clutter in her brain to go away, to focus on this moment, this incredible experience she had been invited to share. She glanced at Erik, who was looking at her with his soft dark eyes. He reached for her hand and squeezed, which should have been simple and friendly, but instead Syria felt desire and need rush through her so hard that she actually sucked in a breath.
The girl moaned and drew their attention. The man had already bound her breasts in a chest harness and was sliding the rope between her legs, separating her folds. He tied a knot in the rope and pulled it deep between her legs and the girl cried out. Syria felt the need herself to feel that knot and wondered how she could get tied up by the man as well. The answer seemed simple. Drink from the other glass and let herself go.
She looked at the other stem and Erik caught her. He lifted it from the table and held it out to her. Syria set down the Cosmopolitan and accepted the other drink. It looked similar, with a slightly darker pink that edged on purple, and frothy, but when she brought it to her lips, she immediately recognized the difference. It had an edge to it, a touch of bitter, a hint of grain, like an aspirin had been dissolved in it. Her heart rate sped up instantly. Did she trust this man at all?
She leaned in to him. “I do not wish to have sex with anyone. Is that acceptable?”
“I will make sure that does not happen.” Erik squeezed her arm and gave her an earnest gaze. “Would you like to only admire? Or are there some things you might like to participate in?”
Syria watched the man bind the girl’s hands behind her head, her pert breasts lifted, her breathing rapid as the knot against her clit moved with each shift of the ropes. “I don’t know.”#p#分页标题#e#