Free Marissa & Mr. White: (Sexy Contemporary Romance) by Yolanda Allen

be more appealing to you then down here. There’s a bar up there
as well, in case you want more water.” He grins.
    If I didn’t know any better I’d think he’s making fun of me.
“I guess you don’t get many patrons asking for water, huh?”
    “Not often. Drinking and letting go of all your inhibitions
normally go hand in hand.”
    “Right.” I sip my water although I’m not thirsty. I need to
busy myself. I survey the room, every few seconds, in search of the man in
white. It’s eight o’clock. That was my cut off time. I turn my gaze toward the
staircase. My lip twitches.
    “You’re not obligated to do anything you don’t want to do,”
the bartender says as if noticing my apprehension. “You can just watch if
that’s what you’re into.”
    I look at him. Flashbacks of that lady with the two men rush
into my mind. “I can just watch?”
    “Yep. Go ahead.” He points his head in the direction of the
stairs. “I promise they won’t bite unless that’s what you’re into.” A wicked
grin spreads across his face.
    I’m not even sure what I’m into. Until last Friday I never knew
that I was into watching strangers. To my surprise, the thought of doing
that again excites me. I finish my water then rise from the stool. I take one
last glance at the bartender. He stares at me without saying a word. A part of
me wants him to stop me, to keep me at this bar, drinking water, and chattin’
it up with him. The other part of me wants to know what’s up those stairs.
    I stand at the bottom of the staircase. Okay. This is the
point of no return. I slowly ascend the short flight of stairs. The first room
I come to is the dungeon that Bianca had mentioned last week. I poke my head
inside. It’s empty. I imagined that it would be scarier looking than it
actually is. There’s a table covered with condoms, paper towels, disinfectant
wipes, and lubrication. In one corner of the room is a black leather swing of
some sort. It looks interesting. On the back wall are two sets of chains
hanging down with metal cuffs on the end. There’s also a table near the chains
with different size paddles and whips. Bianca’s words play back in my mind, if
you’re into being spanked, whipped and tied up then that’s where you go . I
have a very low threshold for pain. I doubt I’ll ever be into getting spanked
or whipped.
    I hear laughter so I walk down the hall to investigate where
it’s coming from. There’s a vast room to my left with large windows on both
sides of the doorway. I suppose the large windows are for those that like to
watch without getting too up close and personal. I stand in front of the
window. There are people sprawled across most of the beds in the room. Some just
talking and drinking while others are having sex, in one way or another.
    There’s an interracial couple on the bed on the opposite side
of the window that I’m standing in front of. They are completely naked except
for their masquerade masks. He’s on top of her, kissing her breasts. Sucking
her nipples. She arches her body and entangles her hands in his hair. I feel
like a peeping tom watching them in their most intimate moments, but I guess
that’s what this whole experience is all about. Being watched.
    Just then a tall body stands beside me. I look up. It’s him .
It’s him. The man in white. He’s here. Like right now. Right here. Standing
right next to me. I quickly turn my gaze back to the couple. What do I do? Maybe
I should say hi. He probably doesn’t even remember me. Maybe I should say, hey,
remember me? No, that’s lame. Maybe I shouldn’t say anything. I try to steal
another glance but he’s looking directly at me. I’m like a deer caught in
headlights now. His arm moves around my body pulling me into him. His finger
lifts my chin and his mouth crushes into mine passionately. I try hard not to
think about the fact that I’m kissing a total stranger. His tongue slides into
my mouth and I moan. I hold onto his