Passions Prologue
By Dana Keylits

Chapter Seven: Sex Dungeons

She took me by the hand and led me from the room, the room where just an hour before I had had a very public orgasm. Where her hands, her lips, her voice had sent me into places unknown, pleasurable places unknown, and I was writhing and whimpering, her hand up my skirt, her fingers on me, in me, her lips soft, feathered against my neck, hurling me into a dizzying state of carnal ecstasy. And, I'd been helpless, bewitched, nothing more than a puppet to her skilled aphrodisiacal ways.

And, so after we'd finished eating, had drained our wine glasses and skipped dessert, she'd towed me through a hidden door and into this darkened room.

As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could see that we were in a long corridor, mahogany doors spaced every twenty feet, on both sides of the corridor, curtained doorways spaced every ten feet between them. I blinked, waiting for her to tell me where we were, what we were doing, and then I noticed the lights, red or green in no particular order, glowing above each doorway. I pointed at them.

"What-?"

She smiled at me, squeezing my hand. "Let me show you."

We walked past the first doorway, a red light glowing above it, and then stopped in front of the curtained entrance just beyond it. She leaned into me, her lips on my ear, her breath warm and inviting, "You never know what you're going to see when you walk through one of these." She opened the curtain. "So, be prepared for anything."

We stepped inside and the heavy curtain fell silently back into place behind us. There was a row of four high backed stools facing what appeared to be a one-way mirror. The room was half-lit by a small 25watt bulb that glowed behind us as we sat down, and velvet curtains hung from the walls on three sides, giving the room a muted, intimate feel.

I hadn't really noticed what was happening on the other side of the glass, but, after settling into my chair, when I finally looked, I turned to Bette, my mouth agape. "Are we supposed to be in here?"

She laughed, in that seductive way she does, that way that always, always, draws me in, and she took my hand. "Of course."

On the other side of the one-way mirror, a small square room housed a large four-poster bed, accompanied by a small black nightstand that was tucked in one corner. On top of it sat a large tiffany lamp that cast colorful shadows over the cream colored walls, and an ambient glow throughout the room.

And, over the naked couple who were making love on the bed.

"Bette, what is this place?"

She slid her hand onto my thigh, sending shards of something shooting up my leg. "It's a sex dungeon." She must have seen the confusion skitter across my face, because she smiled, her eyes shining and bright, "It's where people can come and live out their fantasies."

I nodded, turning back to look at the couple, a man and a woman in their thirties, he was dark haired, she was blonde, and, stereotypically big breasted. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, I'd heard of places like this, hell, I'd fantasized about them, but I didn't think they really existed.

My heart rate picked up and I sat there immobile, like a marble statue, barely breathing, thinking, being. I was wholly, completely, with every fiber and sinewy muscle of my body, mesmerized.

And, I knew, I knew with every breath of my lungs, that at some point on this night, Bette and I would be on the other side of that glass.

And, I couldn't wait.

A/N: I have posted a companion rated NC-17 chapter at Archive of our Own. The content of this companion chapter is too sexually explicit for the ratings guidelines here. If you would like to read the companion chapter, please use the link in my profile.

It is not necessary to read that chapter in order to move directly on to chapter eight.