Chapter Ninety-Two: A Sex Party?

Alessa met the officer together since there was no need for them to hide; let people stare and whisper. What could they do? It's none of their concern. Her relationship with him is separate from her work.

He opened the car door and assisted her. He shut the door, pinning her against his car, his body pressing close. The closeness ignited her. Wyam leaned in and kissed her. He held her nightie and kissed her forcefully. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she whimpered and kissed him back. With a groan, he pressed himself more tightly against her. She couldn't continue the kiss; it was making her feel conflicted, so she pulled away.

"Who? Am I making you horny, kitten?" he chuckled.

He pecked her lips, winked, and stepped away. She took a moment to compose herself. He interlaced his fingers with hers and led her indoors. She expected him to drop the act when they entered, but of course, he didn't. She's convinced he gets a thrill out of being candid with her in front of his employers; she's sure it's a power thing. She could drop his hand, but he firmly grips her. While some colleagues were whispering, others had lost interest or never cared. She liked those people; they know how to stay out of other people's business.

Ignoring the stares, he guided them to his office. She did the same. He offered her a chair.

"What do you need?"

"Nothing right now. I want you to come here. There's something I need to ask," he said, tapping his desk.

She gave him a skeptical look but followed his instructions, wondering what he could want to talk about. They'd been together since yesterday evening, and he'd had the opportunity...

"What is on your mind?"

"I'd like you to accompany me to my friend's party this weekend."

"Lin the any, but in isn't a normal par—"

"—Um, what kind of party is it?" she asked nervously.

She was pretty sure she knew the answer, but she wanted to double-check.

"So what exactly goes on at these parties?"

"Many things, actually. Socializing, drinking, sexual acts, group sex, threesomes. Some people enjoy watching others, and partner swaps. There are a couple of playrooms."

"So you're saying people openly… how others no observe us. Does he want to trade me in for someone else? I don't believe I'm capable of doing any of—"

"Do you want to go because you're getting bored of me and need a change?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

His eyes widened in surprise. In a flash, he's on his feet. He spreads her legs and stands between them.

"Mo domare no replace you, Alisa. You are more than a handful for me. I'm not bored with you. Why would you—"

"Tri," she whispered, looking at the ground.

"That was a forking idiot. Angel. En far from being bored with you."

"I'm unsure it'l—"

"Let's go past a list of things that happen. We'll—"

"Do you typically participate? I mean—"

"Sometimes, but it depends on who I am with. If they are not compatible, then I don't, but it can be a lot of fun. This would give you the opportunity to connect with other community members, including those who are submissive and dominant. It would be a great learning experience for you. We can play in private in one of the rooms."

"It would be good to observe subs since I am still pretty new to it all,"

"Can I think about i—"

"Definitely! But I promise you won't regret coming if you decide in," he smiled, kissing her softly.

She's not sure what her thoughts are on seeing other people doing these things, either.

"What if I chose not to?"

"You still going?"

The thought of him being there without her makes her insanely jealous, but she tries to hide it. Would he be interested in hooking up with someone else? Joining the group sex!

"No. I won't be going by myself. So, you can stop worrying, sweetness. It's written all over your face."

"Seriously. I can't help it. Have you ever had group sex?"

"Is it not hard as keep up?"

"With experienced people, it's a breeze, but with beginners, it can be rough."

"Okay, as long as you don't expect me—"

"Absolutely not. Do you think I'd let someone else get their hands on you? I would end up in jail for the night because I would knock them the fuck out." He growled.

She chuckled at his reaction. "Yes, I would prefer you not to end up in jail over me."

What is the difference between his past subs and her? She’s heard he has shared them before, so why not her? It's not like she wants him to, but she can't help but wonder about his reasoning. She'll refrain from asking any questions...

"Me too," he chuckled. "But seriously, give it some real thought. Whether you say yes or no, I respect your decision."

"You. I will sleep on it tonight." She promised and kissed his cheek.

He assisted her in getting off the desk, and then she headed to her office to start working. The idea of a sex party both fascinates and frightens her. It's a big step, but maybe she should try, especially if Wyam likes it. She'll give it serious thought. She trusts his word. He'll accept her decision.

Right now, she needs to concentrate on work. However, it will stay in her mind all day.