Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
I was going to be smooth and subtly let him know I was a Dom. Just in case he had plans to beat the crap out of me.
On the other hand, if he wanted the rough part of just topping me…I would probably not say no… Maybe. I hadn’t decided. He was awfully hot, despite not being my type.
Reese said something to the bouncer, who nodded and stepped aside so I could enter.
“It’s on the third floor,” Reese told me. “What took you so long?”
“The speed limit,” I answered on autopilot.
He laughed. “You’re funny, Lucas West.”
I suppressed a chuckle as he placed a hand on my back. “Why do you feel the need to say my last name?”
“So that I’ll remember it,” he said. He gestured for me to take the steps first—this long, fairly narrow, purple-painted set of stairs leading up to flashing lights and pounding music. We had to stop halfway up because a large group of guys was descending. And Reese picked that moment to step right behind me, one step down, and put his hands on my hips. He spoke in my ear next, and I went rigid. “If I end up fuckin’ the daylights outta you, I’ll lose one of the names, though.”
Fuckin’ the daylights…
A slow shudder rolled through me, and I swallowed hard as desire flared up.
I didn’t know if it was a deliberate move or if Reese—and his brother—was just in high demand, but by their leaving my side fairly quickly, they gave me a moment to think and observe.
The energy at this place was so different. People were laughing, dancing, scening, and talking. It was a regular nightclub, with the added spice of half a dozen stations where Sadists could go to town on screaming masochists.
With a beer in my hand, I watched Reese and River whip and paddle a younger guy who obviously knew the twins. The playtime was nonsexual and yet electric and full of chemistry. But the latter didn’t come from the bottom as much as I picked it up from the brothers. How they communicated and co-topped without saying much—at least verbally. Instead, I saw it in their body language.
Reese had taken off his hoodie, revealing plenty of tattoos along his rib cage, chest, and neck. He had a bandage above his hip too. At one point, River touched the spot, to which Reese nodded and reached for a bottle of water. He wiped sweat off his face, then smacked the ass of the sub and said something.
I didn’t hear the sub’s response, though it led to another round of beating.
This time, it was River with a shorter single-tail whip, and the crowd made plenty of space for him to move. Including two spotters in the back, who made sure no one ended up in the danger zone.
Why couldn’t I look away?
I should be mingling or flirting.
“We’ll be back in a bit,” was all Reese had said earlier.
Another man stepped out of the crowd and squatted down in front of the masochist, pressing their foreheads together, and I realized he was the masochist’s partner.
The older man signaled to Reese after a moment, and the twins eased off and earned applause from the audience. Even in the darkness and the flashing lights, I could see the red streaks along the maso’s back.
My goodness. I would’ve needed a ride to the nearest hospital after such a beating, but the masochist was clearly in a wonderful mood. His Dom helped him up, and he was grinning through his tears.
It further confirmed that this level of sadomasochism wasn’t my thing.
While someone wiped down the bench-type contraption the masochist had been strapped to, Reese and River spoke to the guy and his Dom. I took the opportunity to order another beer, and during that time, I spotted at least six couples flat-out fucking on the dance floor.
Maybe this kind of event wasn’t my thing either, but I did hope to find other people here to befriend.
After paying for my beer, I went to find an empty table, and I sat down in a small booth to people-watch and consider my options. Before I went home tonight, I wanted to at least make contact with someone else. I wasn’t the only one who was here alone tonight, so perhaps I could approach one of the guys at the bar. Whether they were Doms or subs didn’t matter. I’d discovered my interest in bondage last year by shadowing a Domme for a weekend event. Unfortunately, she rarely ventured outside her lesbian community, but we did meet up for brunch every now and then.
When I sought out the twins again, I noticed they were heading my way, and I sat a little straighter. Shouldn’t they be balls deep in aftercare?
They exchanged a few words, after which River made a beeline for the bar.