The next day, curiosity got the better of me. I decided to venture up to the top floor, where Sarah and David often disappeared for their intimate moments. As I approached the slightly ajar door, I caught a glimpse of an entirely different setup from the rest of the house. There was a large bed, leather straps, hooks, and clamps hanging from the ceiling and walls. It was clear they had a dedicated space for their passionate escapades.
Intrigued but not wanting to intrude, I quickly retreated, my mind racing with thoughts of what they might be doing up there. That night, as the familiar sounds of their lovemaking echoed through the house, I couldn’t resist the temptation to find out more. I quietly made my way back up the stairs and slipped out onto the balcony that overlooked their room. From there, I had a perfect view inside.
What I saw made my heart race and my body tingle with anticipation. Sarah was bound to the bed with soft, silky ropes that wrapped around her wrists and ankles, holding her in place. Her back was arched, her breasts thrust forward, and her eyes were closed in ecstasy. David stood beside her, his hands roaming over her body, teasing her nipples and trailing down to her pussy.
He reached over and picked up a leather flogger, gently running it over Sarah’s skin, making her shiver. With a quick flick of his wrist, he brought it down on her inner thigh, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her lips. He continued to tease her, alternating between soft caresses…
