Captive of Love

Peep Show

I hadn’t the time to reply before the valet opened my door. I hurried to pull down my dress, smoothing it to the best of my ability. All the while my heart pounded with an odd mixture of anxiety and excitement. We could've been caught, but Karlus had managed to stop just in time. His arm instantly wrapped around my waist the moment I exited the car, his firm grip reassured me as he drew me near.

He then leaned down to whisper into my ear, “You look stunning. No one suspects a thing, relax."

I glanced at him, his eyes were heavy with lust and longing, a yearning I wished to sate. However, we were no longer in the privacy of his car, meaning those desires would have to remain unsatisfied, for the time being. Nevertheless, his steadfast words gave me the confidence boost I needed to step inside with my head held high. The partygoers welcomed us like we were stars. More so, the praises were more or less towards Karlus than for me, but it felt amazing just the same. The artwork that lined the walls was beautifully painted but wasn't the sort of art you would find in Gallerie dell' Accademia. No, these paintings were explicit and highly sensual.

"Karlus!" Cried a well-dressed man from a few paces away. He approached with long strides, and his shoulders were pinned back. All the while he smiled brightly, especially as his eyes zoned in on me. "Who is this captivating creature you've waltzed in with?"

"Ah, Sergio, my friend," Karlus greeted. "This is my date for the evening, Ms. Amara Brooks. Amara, this is Sergio Voss, the creative genius of all the scandalous portraits you see before you."

Sergio laughed, before adding, "So he says, but here he is in support of my so-called deplorable art and even had the audacity to bring such a tantalizing beauty like you along. So the real question you must ask yourself is, which one of us is the real villain."

My eyes bounced between the two of them. Honestly, the conversation had taken a turn I hadn't expected. Yet, upon seeing the joy they were having at my expense, I decided my response needed to be just as startling.

"I can see how some people may be shocked by your art, but I am thoroughly entertained by your expression of sensuality."

"Oh Karlus, I like this one, she is spicy, to say the least," Sergio commented.

I tried not to dwell on the fact that he said "this one," have there been many others? Yet, I didn't have time to ponder my ill thought before he asked, "How are you enjoying my gala?"

"We have just arrived, but it is lovely," I answered.

"It can be quite a boring affair. A bunch of hoity-toity snobs surveying my deviant art all the while not understanding it, nor do they have the proficiency to perform such lewd deeds," Sergio stated matter-of-factly. "Yet, they keep me well funded as they sneak peeks and blush at the suggestiveness of my work. Speaking of boredom..." Sergio paused, to wave over a waiter. To grab two champagne flutes, he handed one to me and the other to Karlus, before taking one for himself.

"To old friends and new, Salute," he announced. We all sipped from our glasses.

We spoke to Sergio for a while longer, but soon he was pulled away by a beautiful blonde. It was all for the best because then we were able to make rounds around the room. Karlus introduced me to many influential people. It is shocking to say, but I met Prime Ministers, presidents, and other members of society that I have only seen on television. Yet, Karlus seemed unimpressed by their status though it seemed as if everyone wanted to meet him. A few times he was pulled away. I tried not to pry but it was curious how many times it happened. It was about an hour into the party when he whispered to me there was something he wanted to show me.

I had indeed had my fill of the numerous people and still craved time alone with him, so I readily agreed. He then escorted me to a private showing of Sergio's work. This section wasn't for casual guests. No, it was reserved for his closest friends. We walked through the massive halls until we reached a quiet corridor. A man who I presumed to be a guard opened a door for us to enter a room. For a moment, I paused, the room was dimly lit, but Karlus’s body pressed into mine. His arms encircled my waist from behind, as his warm breath fanned my earlobe. I swooned a bit, but his hold kept me upright. I was feeling tipsy from the multiple glasses of wine and champagne I had consumed.

"Do not be afraid. No harm will come to you," Karlus said. His words were soothing and calmed my jumbled nerves.

I stepped forward while his hand rested on the small of my back, gently urging me along. We stood in front of a large pane of glass. Pressing my hands against it, I felt the coolness of it beneath my fingertips. It was still too dark for me to decipher what was before me, but that soon changed as a red light gradually began to illuminate the area on the opposite side of the glass.

There was a bed, sparsely decorated with black sheets, and on top of it was a couple. They were enraptured in a passionate kiss, while they caressed each other. For a second, I thought they were unaware of our presence; but the woman looked directly at me, and she blew me a kiss. In shock, I turned to look at Karlus, who offered me a guarded expression. I returned my gaze to the couple who were beginning to get ready for action. I sucked in a harsh breath and backed away. Only to feel Karlus's hardened member poking me dead center in the middle of my back.

His hand tilted my head to the side. His sizzling hot tongue dragged lazily along the column of my neck until he reached my earlobe. His teeth nibbled at my flesh and my body began readying itself for his use.

"Do you want to watch?" He asked.

I know what I should have done. I should've stormed off at the mere suggestion of him inviting me to partake in such a voyeuristic act. I should have ended things with him right then and there, but instead, I willingly obliged when I replied, "Yes."

Karlus then nodded at the couple, who purred with excitement as they began to delve further into their indecent activity. The woman was of Asian descent and utterly gorgeous. She undid her high bun; her silky raven locks fell in waves to her waistline. The man, who was bold and brawny, with pale skin, removed his blazer and unbuttoned his pressed white shirt. His gaze never wavered from his lover.

She turned away from him and tossed her hair over to one side of her shoulder. The man needed no instructions as he lazily dragged the zipper of her gown to reveal her creamy, unblemished skin. With an urgency reserved for a starving man, he kissed her exposed flesh. As if he could not withstand another second of not having his lips upon hers.

"Tell me your thoughts," Karlus commanded. His hands rested on my bare shoulders. Electricity shot through my body at the initiation of his touch. I closed my eyes as his hands massaged and lulled me in indescribable ways.

"Speak, woman."

His forceful demeanor demanded my response.

"I'm so turned on," I finally confessed.

As the sensation of Karlus’s embrace threatened to overwhelm me, the scene set before us intensified. The woman moaned just when I did, as her lover's hand dipped between her legs. Karlus's hands roamed my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I groaned, losing myself to his touch. He then cupped my breasts and kneaded them until he elicited the most obscene murmurings from me. The words that fell from my lips surprised even me. Never had I felt so risque; but he welcomed it.

"How far do you want to go?" Karlus questioned. "Shall we compete with them? I am sure we can give them quite the show."

He then began to lift my dress, exposing my rear. My undergarment was already soaked from earlier when his skillful hands made me a hot mess in the front seat of his car. Was I going to allow him to have me in front of strangers? Was I that far gone to permit such an act? The answer would've been yes, if he hadn't chosen that moment to say, "I have imagined this happening since the moment I first laid eyes on you. Who would have thought you would be this easy?"