The Assignment - Part Six
Priya learns more about Marcus's secret life, and can't help but sink deeper into it with him…
‘Tell me about the cameras in the bedroom,’ I say, wearing nothing but a little black satin robe while I lie across a leather sofa in Marcus’s lap, watching the snow fall.
He looks down at me and smiles. ‘My late wife liked them,’ he replies.
‘Oh, sorry,’ I say. We haven’t discussed her, and I’m not sure if it’s a place we need to go.
‘Don’t be,’ he says. ‘She fed my obsession with beautiful Indian women. Women like you.’ I smile and wriggle a little.
‘So did she masturbate for you while you were in the office?’
‘Oh, sometimes. But Anika didn’t really like performing alone.’
I blink. ‘What?’
‘She used to have sex with other men and women, but always on camera for me to watch. Live or recorded.’
‘And you were okay with that?’ I ask, stunned.
Marcus laughs. ‘Nice to have a hobby while your husband is busy. And besides, I enjoyed watching her. Just as much as I enjoyed watching you alone earlier.’
‘Did you record me?’ Marcus shakes his head.
‘I’d never do that without your permission.’
I smile. ‘And that’s why you can have it.’
‘What?’ he asks, stroking my hair from my face.
‘You can record us together. I think I’d quite like watching you fuck me. ‘Are there cameras anywhere else?’
Marcus nods. ‘The hot tub, and the basement.’
‘The basement?’
‘Oh, I haven’t given you the tour, have I? Where do you want to start?’
‘I think I want to start in the basement,’ I laugh, sliding off his lap.
It’s a testament to how dirty my mind is suddenly getting that I assume the basement to be some kind of fetish dungeon. When Marcus leads me down there, I find it’s quite the opposite. I mean, it’s all red leather and dark wood, but it’s no place of pain. There’s a sauna and a steam room, a huge wetroom, and a massive bedroom lined with empty glass-fronted wardrobes and cupboards. In the centre is a huge black metal four-poster bed. I spot the various metal rings attached to it, designed to restrain an occupant if needed, but say nothing about them.
I stroll into the space, and Marcus stands by the entrance. ‘This was her playroom,’ he says casually. ‘It’s not been used in many years.’
‘And the wardrobes?’ I ask, nodding to them.
‘Where she kept the lingerie she didn’t want to keep up in the bedroom. And her toys. She kept her extramarital fun entirely separate from our bed. So she had a wardrobe down here, and one upstairs.’
I sit on the edge of the bed. It’s firm. I like it. ‘And the bed’s not made because?’
‘Like I said. Nobody has used it in years. We cleared out all of her lingerie and toys, and it’s been dormant ever since.’
‘Shame,’ I say softly.
Marcus wanders over to me, and I lean forward, nuzzling my face into his groin. ‘I could always get it set back up for you, if you’d like?’
I lie back onto the bed, opening my gown and parting my legs for him to see me. He steps forward and slides his fingers inside me immediately.
‘Why? Do you want to watch other men fuck me?’ I tease. Marcus bends his fingers and tugs at my G-Spot, making me moan. But he doesn’t answer my question.
‘And the rings? I say, nodding to one.
‘Sometimes she liked to be blindfolded and restrained. So she didn’t know who was taking her.’ I can’t help but smile at the thought.
‘Just one at a time?’ I ask, as Marcus’s thumb finds my clit, and my legs automatically spread even wider. Marcus shakes his head no.
‘Sometimes she would entertain a number of our guests.’
‘Our guests?’
‘Sometimes she liked me to choose,’ he says, reaching for his belt with his spare hand.
‘Did you ever fuck her in here?’
‘Once,’ he replies, staring at me. ‘The day it was finished. We christened it.’
His trousers drop to the floor, and I can see his cock pressing against his underwear.
‘So if I wanted to use it…’ I say.
‘It would need christening again.’
“I want to use it,’ I whisper urgently.