A moment when, lacking a condom, I mastered embarassment and went to knock on their door. She was beautiful, bent naked on one knee before him, her silk hair falling down to shield a flushed face. He was fully dressed, a wide-stranded whip in his hand. He requested a kiss in payment for the condom. He pulled away before I did, and I wonder now what would have happened if I'd pushed him on it, running my hands across that well-muscled chest, pressing my hot body against his.
Uncertainty can be an aphrodisiac.
I couldn't let him make that choice, of course, and quickly slipped out the door and back down the darkened hallway. And Mark was waiting, sweet Mark, and the strength in his arms was appealing. We heard her moans and the slap of the whip down the length of the hall, despite closed doors. A muffled scream. And suddenly I couldn't wait any longer, and we were tearing off clothes far more quickly than I had originally planned, sinking deep into each other and the heat of that first summer night as Belinda's pleasure and pain echoed in the long rooms.