A/N : WARNING! Extremely erotic and you may begin to sweat or start panting if you get really into it. Hide the children, shun the Husband/Wife and enjoy.

Bring a towel.

S&M

The smell of sweat and worn leather filled the air of the darkened hall, as the sound of erotic moans and gasps echoed through the room of blood red velvet and satin. The candle light casting an orange glow.

Sex in the air, I don't care. I love the smell of it.

My skin erupted in goosebumps and my breath seemed to just release itself from my lungs as I took slow and steady steps through the playroom.

I wore a soft, plastic masquerade mask that covered my face from my sculpted eyebrows to the tip of my nose. Glimmering, silver loop chains tangled from the sides that meshed in with my teased and tousled hair that was a thick mane around my head. The tips of the ends of my hair brushed along the latex corset that cut off my ability to take deep breaths.

I looked around the club of couples twisted in exotic postions with satin sheets and tight leather clothing obscuring the view of private parts that didn't need to be shown to complete strangers.

"Ungh!" a woman's voice sighed as her partner lifted his masked face from between her thighs and running his tongue along her hip bone to her belly button.

A rush of electricity shot up my spine as the speakers of the room morphed into a more upbeat and obnoxious sound; affecting the way the people in the playroom were acting. They became wilder and louder.

I lost my breath as I spotted a tall man with a plain white mask across his eyes and a mess of dark brown hair whipped around his head while wearing absolutely nothing but a short satin towel around his hips.

My eyes dilated and zeroed in on the lines and indentations of the man's torso. He was all sculpted muscle from the slightly defined pectoral muscles, over his faint shape of abs and oblique muscles to his thick thighs and prominent calf muscles.

He turned his head to my direction and I could feel his eyes scan over my body as if he was a lighthouse beacon. My skin heated and my heart began to pound inside my chest as he took a step forward.

Soft hands slid across my own and I noticed all the women in the room had come to my side and were running their palms over every surface of my body and pulled me backwards until I was pushed to sit in a chair.

I looked over at the man in the black mask and all the men in the room had gone to him, their rough and large hands gripping his shoulders, elbows, arms and legs. I squeezed my thighs together and tensed when I saw one of the man's hands glide over the masked man's package, pausing to give a light grope to it before disappearing again.

Two women kneeled beside my clenched thighs and gently pulled them apart as the men across from the room pushed the masked one towards me, a prominent curve underneath his towel pointing towards the ceiling.

I tried my best not to let out any noises but I was overwhelmed with the intensity of the arousal I as dealing with. The air was more humid now and all the bodies in the room were slick and shiny with a layer of perspiration.

There was a shake and rattle of metal behind me and I noticed the women had laid a thick chain around my waist and hands, chaining me to the chair so I had nowhere to run.

My heart hammered faster and I felt as if I couldn't breathe. But when I looked up as the masked man came closer, I noticed the seductive shine of his emerald eyes and felt every muscle of my body relax while another one tightened.

He slowly raised his right hand to brush his fingertips against my cheek with a feather light touch. His fingers were gentle and spread a tingly sensation over my skin, sending a temporary coolant to my overheating body.

He cocked his head to the side as he watched my reactions, my chest heaving up and down like it was trying to escape the corset is was wedged in. I brought my eyes up to him, flashing them open and releasing all the passion I could into them, telling this man to take advantage of me.

Dosomething.

He slowly dropped down to his knees in front of me as the women behind my ran their hands over my shoulders, hair and breasts and lowered his head near the part of me that was aching with a fierce need.

My head was becoming foggy and I felt as if I was going to pass out, letting out a groan.

He ran his nose over the seam of my latex underwear, along the line of my aching center and up my belly, inhaling deeply.

I gasped as I felt all the air suddenly pull away from me and fell limp in the chair.

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