Fuck, Master Kage walked like he should have a swarm of photographers following him to get the best angle of his sharp jaw illuminated by the club’s lights. Finley wiped his palms on a towel and met the Dom’s gaze.
“Two fingers of Shochu, please,” Master Kage said in a smooth, posh accent, and slid gracefully onto the barstool.
Finley nodded once. “On its way.” He reached for the bottle with Japanese letters on it and poured the contents into a whiskyglass. Lucy had mentioned that the Dom didn’t drink alcohol when he worked, but he had no scenes scheduled for today, so that must be the reason for him being here.
“Thanks.” Master Kage accepted the glass and swirled the liquid. “You’re new here. I didn’t catch your name.”
“It’s Finley. I started last week.”And I’m already a fan.He smiled a professional smile. Not a grin of fascination, not at all.
“Kage.”
“I know.” Fuck.Shut your pie hole, Finley.Next thing, he’d be giggling. His 6 ft 2' height and lumberjack build didn’t save Finley from being affected by the suave dominance oozing off Master Kage.
The Dom hid his smirk behind his drink and took a sip, amusement gleaming in his eyes. He turned sideways when the commotion of an excited crowd got the attention of patrons by the bar.
Red lights illuminated the raised platform, along with the bench and implements on it. A young man removed a satin sheet to reveal a set of steel equipment, feathers and paddles on a trolley, and stepped off the scene with his head bowed. The hush that fell over the patrons left only a chorus of murmurs and background music. The anticipation was palpable, but Finley was engrossed in the sharp features of Master Kage’s profile, his straight nose, dark eyebrows and slim but shapely lips that parted when he took a sip of his drink.
“You witnessed a scene before in the club, right?” Master Kage’s deep voice startled Finley from his stupor.
“Yes. It was my first day when you… I saw you with that young man.” Heat filled Finley’s cheeks and his belly swooped at the memory of the scene and how furiously he’d wanked when he got home that night. He was a grown man, for fuck’s sake, why was he so flustered?
“Did you like it?”
“It was unforgettable.” Well, at least he was honest.
“You’ll love Mistress Renata. She’s brilliant.” The Dom’s lip quirked into a smile. “Here she comes.”
Finley was sure she would be great, but it was the man in front of him who set his body on fire with his mere presence. Sure, he’d been attracted to men before, but it had never been this intense. He was looking at the Dom through the prism of the scene he’d seen and it was messing with his head. He’d better focus on the bar and on the platform in the middle of the room.
A long-legged Domme in a bright purple corset and ball-crushing boots prepared the ropes as she click-clicked her heels on the wooden planks. Her high ponytail swished as she beckoned a woman waiting for her instructions.
The Sub was a voluptuous ebony beauty in a frilly pink teddy barely leaving anything to the imagination. She followed Mistress Renata’s orders and soon moaned as the ropes tightened around her wrists and ankles, her body splayed on the bench. With a long whip and a rainbow-coloured butt plug, the Domme made both the audience and the Sub release tiny, erotic noises. When she used the rope to secure a magic wand to the inside of the Sub’s thigh, it was only a matter of time before the audience started chanting the numbers of orgasms.
Finley was watching them intently, but his body wasn’t on fire quite the same way as it had been the day Master Kage took the stage. Watching made him burn, but only Master Kage had caused him to nearly explode.
Throughout the erotic scene, Finley became more and more convinced that he had to book a session with Master Kage. If only to learn that this whole ordeal was not for him, and the Dom was simply a skilled human, not a God who would awaken even more desires in Finley. Maybe then his dreams would be free of Master Kage. But what if the opposite happened? Was heready to embrace this side of his sexuality? Nothing was holding him back from finding out.
Chapter Four
Finley
The following day Finley was on security duty, monitoring the swarms of people gathering around the stage. The skin on his nape tingled as a quiet murmur ran through the crowd, letting him know that Master Kage, or simply Kage, was on his way.
Finley turned and salivated at the sight. Walking like a model on a catwalk, all sharp-angles and lean muscle, Master Kage oozed confidence. His black shirt was open at the collar, and a delicate silver necklace with a tiny padlock charm gleamed on his neck. Engulfing the bottoms of his leather trousers were black mid-calf boots that made nearly no sound as he reached the platform. He acknowledged Finley with a nod.
Meeting those hypnotic eyes even for a second had Finley blushing, but he reminded himself that he was wearing a vest with huge letters ‘security’ on it. Kage was only greeting the staff.
The camera hidden at the very top of the stage was barely visible but Finley knew it was for security reasons only. Everyone already on the club’s list had to sign in a new consent form, agreeing to the cameras, but no one got to see those but the Dom, unless something went terribly wrong. Jagoda had explained to him that after the tragic incident from a few months before, she had to use drastic measures.
A woman with short red hair approached the stage, holding a leash leading to a collar on a naked man’s throat.
“Evening, Master Kage.” She greeted the Dom with a nod, handed him the leash and sat on a chair at the back of the platform.
The Sub was handsome in a rugged way, with a bratty snark, and muscles that spoke of daily hours at the gym. He was taller than Master Kage but the Dom’s posture, with boots firmly planted on the planks, and his aura of confidence overshadowed any size difference.
“It’s nice to see you again, Dylan. You and your Mistress agreed to the terms of this session, correct?” The Dom sized up the man as if he was his prey. In a way, that was the case.
“Yes,” Dylan said, then glanced at his Mistress who crossed her legs but didn’t acknowledge him.
