Chapter 36

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

CATLIN

I stare at Layla for a second. I’m about to ask another question and show my ignorance when I remember the night I followed Finn here. Looking through the window to find Conor having a— very vigorous —go at a woman as she pleased another man with her mouth.

With my cheeks on fire, I adamantly shake my head. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Your loss.” Conor shrugs, winking at Layla.

My eyes dart between Conor and Tristan before focusing on Layla, and I gasp. “The three of you?”

“Just once. I was curious,” she admits with a shrug before chuckling, “and these guys will literally do anything for their brothers.”

“Except me.” Finn pulls me tight. “No matter how much they beg, I’d never fucking share you.”

Enjoying drinks— with me occasionally taking tiny sips of Finn’s spicy beverage— the five of us sit in the lounge for a couple of hours. The once-busy room is now only scattered tables of members, with most of the previous occupants having made their way further into the club.

Finn finishes the whiskey in his glass and places it on the table. Dipping his fingers into it, a mischievous grin spreads across his face as he retrieves an ice cube. He holds it between his fingers and wraps his lips around the cube, lightly sucking on it for a few seconds as drips of melting ice trickle down his palm. After pulling it out, he places his frosty lips against the crook of my neck, sending an excited shiver down my spine. His warm breath blows over the icy kiss like fire as he teasingly rubs the cube over my knee.

My heart races as Finn pushes the ice along my inner thigh, leaving a wet trail of goosebumps as he slowly makes his way under the hemline of my dress. Kissing along my neck, he inches the quickly melting cube toward my warm center.

“Not out here,” Tristan barks, and I startle, suddenly realizing that we aren’t alone as Finn’s hand quickly retreats from beneath my dress.

“C’mon, Tris!” Conor playfully whines, only furthering my embarrassment when I notice how fixated he is on me.

“As much as Conor is clearly enjoying your show,” Tristan continues, “you have to follow the same rules as everyone else, Finn. No play in the lounge.”

Dropping the remnants of the cube into the empty whiskey glass in front of us, Finn wipes his damp fingers over the thigh of his pants. Now dry, he slides them along my jaw to draw my attention to him. “Are you ready to play with me, piscín? ” he whispers with his lips against my ear. I give a trepidatious nod as I stand from his lap, immediately drawing the attention of our table companions.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” Layla winks as Finn rises and takes my hand. Smiling at her, I shake my head, realizing that I don’t think I’d do half the things she has done.

Her comfort with sex still amazes me.

With Finn leading me through the crowded club, we enter the voyeur hall. It is much busier than the night I snuck in here, with people standing shoulder-to-shoulder, watching the couples— and groups— at play on the other side of the windows before them.

The first window we pause at has a woman kneeling, her wrists bound to her ankles. She winces as her partner places metal clips between her thighs. Tears trickle down her face as he applies another, and I quickly divert my gaze, unable to watch her in pain. Squeezing Finn’s hand, I nudge him with my shoulder, letting him know I don’t want to watch this.

We continue to make our way down the hall—stopping briefly as I watch a woman beautifully bound in ropes suspended from the ceiling. We also pass a woman with two men on their knees for her—but it’s the woman in a room alone who draws my attention. She’s sitting on a chair a few feet from the window with her legs draped over the arms, putting her on full display for everyone in the hall. She has a hot-pink toy between her legs that is both in her and resting on her clit.

“She’s alone?” I inquisitively whisper to Finn.

“Not entirely,” he smirks, gesturing toward the couple beside us. They are taking turns, sliding their fingers over a screen as they stare at the woman before them. It takes me a minute of watching, seeing the woman react in response to the couple’s thumbs sliding over the screen, to realize that they are controlling the toy inside her. “She’s getting off from letting strangers control her pleasure.”

Resting with my back against Finn’s chest, we watch the couple swipe the device up to high. The woman writhes in the chair, her hips grinding into the cushion as she struggles through her pleasure. Gripping her knees to keep her thighs spread, her eyes lock on mine through the sheet of glass. Unable to break our stare, I watch her unfurl as my heart begins to race and a fluttering ache builds between my own thighs.

“And she fucking loves being watched,” Finn whispers as his lips dust along my neck. His hands roam over me, lightly cupping my breast as the woman’s eyes bore into mine. Arousal trickles down my thigh, and I lean into Finn, chewing at my lower lip as she comes again. “And judging by the scent of you, you fucking love watching her.”

I do.

More than I ever could have imagined. I’m so turned on right now, I’d probably come if Finn so much as touched me.

“This way,” Finn commands, forcing me to break my stare as he drags me away from the window. “There’s another room I want to show you.”

We pass a few occupied rooms, stopping at a brightly lit section of the hallway with a large mirror the same size as the windows lining the other rooms. Curious, I cup my eyes and press my face to it, trying to see what’s inside. “I can’t see anything.”

“That’s the point,” Finn swipes a keycard to open the door. Reaching through the threshold, he flips a switch, and a red light turns on above the mirror. The light draws the attention of a number of other guests as he extends his hand and pulls me into him the moment I accept it. Dragging me into the room and shutting the door, he asks, “Do you want see if you like being watched as much as you like watching, piscín ?”