Once we were passed the foyer though, I understood that we were far from underdressed. If anything, we were a tad overdressed in a very clothing optional atmosphere.
“It’s a museum,” I murmured, more to myself. One I hadn’t heard of before.
Erotic art decorated the walls, with statues and other objects placed around the room. In the corners, there was living art. A woman on her knees, performing fellatio quite eagerly to a man who seemed on the edge of orgasm.
In another corner, it was a woman who sat in an old style chair, legs spread with a man’s head poking up through the hole. It gave him the perfect access to her cunt, which he was devouring with a singular intent. Very well, based on the noises she was making.
I was almost sorry the guys hadn’t come with us. Though, we might be too distracted and forget why we were here. Honestly, the volume of stimuli was a bit overwhelming.
“What do you think?” Bodhi murmured as he waved off the waiter who came around to offer us glasses of champagne.
“It’s definitely different,” I said. “Private collection?”
“Something like that,” Bodhi said. “You’ve been to the Museum of Sex on Fifth Avenue?”
Amusement bubbled through me only to pop and evaporate before I finished forming the answer. “Yes, Tally and I went.” I sighed, the ache of Tally’s betrayal fresh again. “Right after our eighteenth birthdays. We took an afternoon and went to be scandalized.”
“This is—far different.” The living art was one example. The sensuality in the art was another. Still, that had been a fun afternoon.
Bodhi trailed his fingers down my back, it was a light caress. A reminder that I wasn’t alone. Another sigh escaped before I could corral the sorrow and put it away.
“Don’t let her current actions spoil a fond memory,” Bodhi said as he guided me into another room. There were monitors in each room, or maybe they were called curators here, that seemed to be keeping an eye on everything and everyone.
This room had its share of art objects and paintings, as well as living art. It seemed more devoted to pain as pleasure and the different takes on it was fascinating.
Maybe a little on point. I was curious, but I’d never considered pain something I enjoyed. Definitely not heart pain.
“I’ll try,” I said, then forced myself to shake it off and focus on the room. I hadn’t seen Hans yet, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t here. Our last meeting at the Underground had involved a pseudo tour through the pleasures and depravities available there as well.
Sex must be Hans’ hobby. Or maybe he took advantage of the privacy enforced in these locations to conduct business. Maybe both?
We didn’t find Hans until after we’d made our way through the bondage room—this time the art actually did capture me. Some of the paintings had a Renaissance feel to them but they were definitely modern depictions.
It wasn’t just women artistically strung up by ropes in the paintings. I’d heard about Shibari but hadn’t spent a lot of time studying it. What fascinated me were the men who were also being bound. Men. Women. Couples.
The poses on display with the living art was even more breathtaking. Near each corner was a statue that showed two fantasy creatures making love. A pair of mermaids—well a mermaid and a merman— interlocked, tails twining together.
Above the statue the man and woman were wrapped around each other with the ropes making up the tails for them. I couldn’t actually tell if there was penetration happening but that didn’t seem to really matter.
In the next corner, there was a statue of two dragon—people for lack of a better term, interlocked in a sixty-nine. Her mouth was open in ecstasy, his cock against her lips, and his face was buried against her cunt.
The pair behind the statue had been tied up in a similarly erotic pose and they were absolutely acting out the pleasure. The man was definitely a noisy eater and his partner was very much engaged.
I fanned myself a little as my face heated. The mixture of fantasy and bondage was not one I would have thought to be that erotic and yet… I really wanted to spend more time here.
“You like?” The soft question from Bodhi tickled my ear.
“Far more than I expected.” To be fair, I wasn’t even certain about my level of intrigue. Did I want to be one of the ones in the ropes or just savoring the view?
Maybe?
“We’ll make time for another viewing later.” The sensuous promise teased through me.
“You said that about the Underground.” He’d told me that we could go again, explore, and enjoy—whatever we wanted.
“We will,” he said, pressing a kiss just behind my ear. The light touch stroked flames through me. Desire, I wanted to act on, but we had a lot to do before we indulged. In this instance, we needed to find Hans.
Thankfully, our quarry was in a drawing room on the second floor. The door was open, but a velvet rope restricted access. Though it was the guard at the door that kept the guests moving.
“Cavendish,” Hans said as he rose. “There you are and the lovely, lovely companion. I am very pleased to see you again.”
The guard removed the velvet rope so we could enter. Hans greeted Bodhi with a firm handshake, then he offered me a similar welcome. Or at least similar in that he took my hand. When he gripped my hand between both of his, I raised my brows.
“You are an enchanting creature. I very much wish to know all your secrets, particularly how you’ve successfully captivated our mutual friend.” The German flavor to his accent was a reminder of his “heritage.”
“Mit dem Feuer sollte man nicht spielen.” At my light warning to not play with fire, he gripped my hand just a bit tighter as delight lit up his dark eyes.
“If you were with any other gentleman…”
“You still wouldn’t have a chance,” Bodhi said easily. “Now, let her go before she takes offense.”
I almost laughed at Hans’ expression. “Very well, should you ever decide against this one, do look me up, liebchen, I beg you.”
Shaking my head, I withdrew my hand and Hans motioned to the guard who closed the door.
“Sit, both of you… Would you care for a drink?”
“No,” Bodhi said as he waited for me to sit on the love seat opposite the sofa Hans occupied. Neither man sat until I did. Bodhi joined me and Hans reclaimed his own. “You said you had news.”
