Chapter 11

                                    

                                          
CW: light girl-on-girl, dominatrix, femdom and sub reader, teasing, heavy bondage, light jealous Spencer, semi-public humiliation??, fingering, dom Spencer and sub reader, orgasm denial, degradation, humiliation, blowjob, deepthroating
The second room displayed a collection of photographs and films, exploring the beginning of pornographic content in photographic and cinematic form until now. It presented a historic timeline dating back to the 1800s, detailing the progression of nude photography from artistic expression of the feminine form- académie as it was called- to the contemporary explosion of easily consumable porn via the internet. A few of the earliest films from the 20th century came as an unexpected surprise; some of the black and white content rivaled what was being displayed in the 21st century section. Spencer seemed eager to escape this room, quickly ushering you forward as you waited for each clip of each film to play. As you purposefully took your time to watch each video, you felt the wine begin to hit you.  
"Is something wrong?" You ask, innocently looking up at him, a light giggle following your words. The look etched into his face resembled the mortified appearance you had worn the day you sat across from Spencer at his dining room table, the afternoon following the night you had called him to pick you up from that party. It felt like a lifetime ago, despite only a few weeks having passed.
His reply was rather mumbled, his voice quiet and sheepish as he continued to gently guide you out of the room. By now, the overwhelmingly awareness of his arm protectively holding onto your side had dulled despite the warmth radiating from his skin to yours. The blush that had originally rushed into your cheeks had faded; your heartbeat having relaxed as well. This felt almost... normal. In some far off, distant parallel universe, surely you were used to engaging in domestic bliss with Spencer; but alas, as reality would have it, this wasn't that universe. If you squeezed your eyes shut and clung to Spencer, blocking out the overload currently bombarding your senses, it was just the two of you, navigating the arduous experience called life.
It could have been normal, you know, aside from being surrounded by wall-to-wall displays of various men and women fornicating with one another, and the constant cascading degrees of moans and cries. He mumbles something to you again, although most of it is drowned out by the loud screams of the woman on the screen next to you using what looks to be a rather impressive vibrator. It was almost laughable to think here was Spencer, a man completely capable and confident with dominating and fucking you into a shaking, dripping mess, seemingly embarrassed by a few graphic pornos. You raised an eyebrow at him, momentarily debating over whether to seize the opportunity and mercilessly tease him or play the role of a sweet, doting lover. 
You open your mouth, fully prepared on increasing his discomfort, when you're once again interrupted by the Aphrodite-incarnate herself. Her blonde curls lightly bouncing as she flipped her hair over her shoulder, holding the silver tray of red wine glasses out to you as if she were offering you a deal with the devil, as if to allude to the unspoken promises of what were to happen if you drank another. Gingerly, you took the glass of wine, gulping down the liquid, drowning yourself in the depths of the double-edged sword, so to speak. You thank her again, your words slurring slightly this time, as Spencer's eyes drill into you. You watch his lips part as you try to place the empty glass back on the tray, almost knocking it over in the process if it weren't for Aphrodite's excellent balancing act. It almost seemed as if he was getting ready to chastise you for your increasing lack of sobriety in 'public' but decided against it. The Aphrodite doppelgänger gives the two you a flash of a smile, before disappearing into the red-tiled hallway, the white fabric she wore flowing behind her.
"Are you ready for the interactive exhibits?" Spencer asked, seemingly having abandoned his previous scolding appearance. He gestures towards the red-light illuminated hallway leading deeper into the museum. You nod, relaxing yourself into him, allowing him to tighten his grip on you as the two of you descended towards the next section.