“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.”
The light turned green and I must have taken too long admiring his handsomeness because someone blew their horn behind me. I rolled my eyes at them and pushed down on the accelerator. I asked River how his day was at work and we talked like a normal couple on the way to Triple X. He told me about a stupid client who wanted to sue their husband for being bisexual and not telling her until after they were married. “I told her to getthe fuckout of my office. Unless he cheated on her, him being bi doesn’t affect her.”
I snorted because I’d been rejected more than once when I’d announced my pansexuality to a potential romantic partner. They assumed being pan meant I was also polyamorous. Not that there was anything wrong with poly couples, but I was monogamous through and through.
“Does me being pan worry you, Lamb?” I asked thoughtfully.
River frowned at me. “Why would it?”
“Some people I used to date had a problem with it. Male and female. They thought it meant I was a cheater.” I shrugged. It was easier to ask someone if they had an issue before we got serious, although River and I were past the point of serious now. At least I thought so. If he had a problem with it I’d be more than angry and upset.
He shook his head. “I don’t care who you’re attracted to, but I want to be the only person you’re in a relationship with.”
I quirked a grin at him and, as though he realized what he’d said, he flushed and cleared his throat, very professional-like of him. “A relationship, Lamb?”
“I’m sure you know what I mean,” he said, staring out the window when I pulled the truck into the parking lot of the club. The neon lights lit up the cab of the truck and the line of people in front of the club’s entrance. I grabbed his chin and jerked it toward me, and his hard gaze landed on mine.
“I do know, and I’d like nothing more than to be in a relationship with you, Lamb. You’re mine and only mine, do you understand?”
He swallowed, and the corner of his mouth upturned. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good, because I don’t like sharing. Come on, let’s go show these boys how a real sub acts.” I tugged his hand to my lips and laid a kiss on it before I was out of the truck and walking around to his side. Jerking open the door, I leaned over him and unbuckled the seat belt before placing another quick kiss on his mouth. He jutted his lips out for another kiss, but I laughed and shook my head. “Come on, Lamb. We should get me a membership while I’m here. We’ll be here a bloody lot after this.”
“We will?” River slid out of the truck, and I closed the door. I rested my hand on his lower back and led him toward the front of the line, or it felt more like River was walking and I was pretending to lead.
“Yes. I want to learn more about these rooms of theirs.”
He laughed and sent me a grin over his shoulder. “I’d like that, Sir.”
The same two bouncers were here, and they nodded at him when they saw him. Even though they stared at me a little longer than usual, this time they didn’t stop us, just opened the door and let us walk through. The music hit us like a brick wall, and I cringed but guided River toward the bar area. Three different men were each on their own little stage, wriggling their arse and cock toward the salivating audience who were either throwing wads of cash at them or stuffing the notes in their underwear. I never understood the need to get frisky with strippers but guessed I could appreciate a sexy dance when I saw one.
“Where to, Sir?” River asked over the music, eyeing a round table that had just been abandoned. I nodded at him and went to it, sitting on the stools and staring at a beefy guy on the stage closest to us, his muscular arsecheeks working around his bright red G-string.
I leaned in closer to River and kissed the skin in front of his ear. “Do you like watching them, Lamb?”
His eyes slipped closed and he leaned into me. “Not as much as I used to.”
“Yeah?” I licked the shell of his ear and nibbled on the lobe. “I always wondered what you’d look like in a thong.”
He smirked. “You don’t have to wonder, Sir. I’m wearing one right now.”
I slid my gaze down River’s tight shirt to the even tighter red leather pants. “What color is it, Lamb?”
“Black.” He licked his lips, the teasing devil. “Leather, like the rest of my clothes.”
“How does it feel? Tell me.” I kissed down his jaw and he breathed in deeply. He smelled like his favorite cologne, a musky scent that had my cock hard in my pants, pushing intently at the zipper.
“It cups my dick and balls really well. Keeps them in place. Warm, too. Leather always is.”
“I bet it is.” I moaned at the thought of seeing him naked except for that G-string. Glancing toward the back of the room, in the same direction we’d headed last time to get to a playroom, I wondered if there were any free. I wanted to tease him, bring him to release through the control I’d learned.Fuck. I needed him.
The loudspeaker interrupted my thoughts. “Welcome, gentlemen and gentlepeople to another hot night at Club Triple X, brought to you by your wonderful host, Vic.”
The crowd around us cheered and River clapped. His hot, needy gaze was stuck on my face as though waiting for my next orders, like the good little lamb he was. A lamb to be slaughtered by my cock.
“You know what tonight is? It happens once a month and it’s my favorite night!”
