Several people shout suggestions. Silvano winks at me before he calls out, “Twenty-three.”
Knives’s expression darkens in annoyance. “Is that how many you usually take?”
Silvano laughs. “Me? Oh, no. I’m very sensitive. I’d be hard pressed to handle five.” He shifts, moving his hand underneaththe table, and Kyran grunts. “What do you think, Kyran? How many should Maddox take?”
"Twenty-three is good," Kyran replies, and while he tries to stifle another sound, I still hear it.
I could do that to Micah. If he sat on my lap, I could play with his cock and make him squirm and struggle to keep his voice down.
I want to see his face flush red, and to completely give himself over to me.
Knives makes his decision, and after spanking several more times, he picks up a paddle and brings it down on Maddox’s ass.
It’s loud.
It sounds so loud, and so violent, but Maddox only moans in appreciation.
“I’ve been teasing them, but Knives actually has good control,” Silvano says. He points to the paddle. “Watch the angle. He’s going to make sure not to hit the same areas too often in a row. He’s spreading things out so that Maddox can handle the pain better.”
Kyran’s cheeks are red, but I still can’t see what Silvano is doing to him.
Maybe it’s better that I don’t know.
“He’s a pussy,” Kyran mutters.
Silvano rolls his eyes and pulls his hand back onto the table. “There’s different levels of BDSM, Ilya. Maddox and Knives play fairly extreme. But plenty of people prefer the domination and submission without any pain at all.”
“Micah is soft,” I say quietly. “He… The other day, he knelt for me. He wanted to sit at my feet. I liked that. I liked giving him that. But I don’t know that I can use a whip or a paddle on him.” I pause, remembering the tools from Adam’s house. “But he said he liked the flogger.” I wish I had my phone to show him. “It was soft and had multiple flat tails.”
“Oh, the club has a bunch of those. Do you want to test one out?” Silvano looks around the room. “I spot an empty private play room. And… Luke!” He waves at somebody.
A pretty, blond man in a tight shirt startles. After a few confused glances around, he points to himself. “Me?”
Silvano nods. “Yep. Come over here, boy.”
Kyran’s eyes narrow as he looks at Luke. “Him?” he asks in a low voice. “Why him?”
“Because he’s there and not with anybody else?” Silvano responds.
The man approaches us and stops in front of our table. “Hi, Silvano,” he says, somewhat cautious. “What’s up?”
Silvano points at me. “My friend Ilya needs a few pointers. Do you want to be my canvas while I demonstrate how to use a flogger?”
Luke’s eyes immediately light up. “Oh! Yes, Sir! I’d love to.”
Kyran glares at Silvano.
“Wonderful. Go pick out a flogger and get ready in Room B,” Silvano says.
Luke rushes off, like he’s afraid Silvano will change his mind if he lingers too long.
I get up to follow, but I realize Silvano and Kyran are hanging behind. I think about waiting for them, but judging from their expressions, I don’t actually want to get in the middle of whatever that is.
When I enter Room B, Luke is already shirtless, holding a flogger. He’s less eager to see me.
“Hi, um, Ilya?” Luke asks. “You’re new to the scene?”
I nod. “Yes. Silvano said he would help me learn.”
