The crowd cheered harder, and one man with a bushy gray mustache at the table beside us waved a fan of dollar notes in the air. He laughed and wriggled excitedly in his seat.
“It’s amateur night. Yes, you heard that right! Amateur. For all our newbies, let me explain how this works. If you have a partner, hell, even if youdon’thave a partner, you can get up on that stage and do your own thing with a crowd to watch. No matter how experienced you are, it’s a free for all. However, proper BDSM etiquette is required. If either participant says their safeword, all play will come to a halt. We’re all about safe practices here at Club Triple X.”
There were some laughs and boos, and the crowd’s noise grew louder. I stared around the room at all the excited men, and some women, in the bar area.
“So, who’s first?”
There were some grumbles and whispers, like no one wanted to go first. I grinned, leaning forward toward River. “What do you say, Lamb?”
River’s wide eyes turned on me. “What?”
“You ever been up there?”
He shook his head. “No, Sir.
“First time for everything. Do you want to show these people what a good sub you are for me, Lamb?”
His Adam’s apple bounced and he chuckled and nodded. Cheeks glowing a pinched pink, he looked beautiful under the dim lights, and I imagined he’d look even more gorgeous under the stage ones. “Yes, Sir. Always.”
“Right here,” I said loudly and raised my hand.
22
River
“Bring River to the center stage” came Vic’s jaunty order over the sound system. And believe me, it was an order. Most of the time he wasn’t capable of making his words sound like anything except a demand to be followed. “The best spotlight for the prettiest sub to be volunteered.” There was a round of excited clapping as people turned in their chairs to see us. Some were virtual strangers, but a lot of these people knew me. Some had fucked me and had opinions on me. Running away, though not something I usually considered a viable option, was sounding good right about now. My face felt like it might burn right off.
Of fucking courseVic would be MC tonight. He hadn’t done that in ages, but he would stop jerking off in his office to make my life hell. The witness to my humiliation couldn’t have been someone I didn’t know because my luck was just that terrible. I glanced around as my Sir put his hand on my back—seemingly unconcerned with his spine straight—and then, once everyone had taken a good look at the two of us, he ushered me toward the main stage in the very center of everything at the far end of the room. My heart jackhammered and my dick decided all the adrenaline should make it hard enough to try to punch through leather.
Being turned on always felt good in leather pants. I tried to breathe through the needy sensation. When I glanced down I felt delightfully obscene. My bulge thrust out huge. The thong had a tight pouch, and everything had risen up and out in a good way now that I was hard. I felt massive, and my head swam with the sensation that everyone could see how much my Sir meant to me because I was so hard for him already.
Jayce led me up the steps to the stage. I sneaked a glance at him and bit my lip when he skimmed his gaze along my front. He smirked and slid his hand down my flat stomach, and then lower to palm the tent at my crotch. I was shocked at the thrill of him touching me like this in front of everyone who was undoubtedly watching, and that insane spike of good feelings only had me throbbing harder under his hand as there was a burst of applause and catcalling. He left his hand there and my face superheated.
“You nervous, Lamb?” He leaned in to whisper in my ear, his breath a warm gust that sent shivers along my skin.
I licked my lips. “No, Sir. I trust you.” But my stomach trembled and my fingers wouldn’t stop twitching at my sides. “Plus, I don’t give a pigeon’s nuts what these people think of me.”
He laughed. “Why a pigeon?” The corners of his eyes crinkled and calmed me a little. He was still the same man who had spanked me on his lap. That hadn’t been bad at all. How crazy could he possibly get? I was able to take a real breath, and he gave me a sweet, encouraging smile.
“Because they’re small nuts and that’s how much I care.” He shook his head and grinned at me. “Besides, you seem pretty fixated on animals. Like to call me sheep, or whatever. Thought you’d get that metaphor fairly easily. Wouldn’t want anything going over your head.” I wanted to slap myself. Why did I feel the overwhelming urge to do this shit right when I was close to getting what I wanted? It was like I hated myself so much I had to ruin everything. My stomach tumbled.
Jayce frowned at me and narrowed his eyes a little.
“Oh, that’s the game you want to play tonight?” His whisper turned dangerous, but I couldn’t say exactly what made me think I’d finally managed to piss him off. Maybe it was the possessive way he slid his hand along my ass and gave it a squeeze. “My naughty sub who needs to have a good punishment to get him to behave.”
I let out a long, shuddery breath.Wasthat what I was doing? I had no idea what the fuck was wrong with me anymore, or was this right? He didn’t seem mad, only patiently waited for me to say something.
“It’s nice that you seem to think I have a plan. That’s why you’re here, don’t you get it yet? I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, except that I need you to….” I shook my head frantically, and he gave my dick one last squeeze before letting me go. His face had gone soft in a way that made me feel too aware of myself, so I stared at the floor instead of at him.
“You need me to take care of you,” he whispered in my ear, but it wasn’t a question; he was telling me.
“Yes, Sir.” I wasn’t sure why one simple, yet true, statement brought an emotional lump to the back of my throat, but it did, and no matter how much I swallowed around that fucking rock that had wedged itself behind my Adam’s apple, the fucking thing didn’t go away.
“You’re a tempter, Lamb. Simply stunning.”
The stage lights were beginning to get to me. Sweat gathered on my brow and rolled down my temple. He glanced at the audience and smirked. On the spot, he peeled my clingy leather shirt up and over my head. My glasses almost got tangled and knocked off, but he was careful and managed to avoid that catastrophe. Jayce had to work to get the shirt off my shoulders, and I had to wiggle a little because sweat had stuck the leather to my skin, which had people clapping and hooting. One long whistle from the audience had my ears burning with embarrassed heat. Jayce pressed a firm hand over my stomach and splayed his fingers there. I shivered and tried not to rock my hips to beg him to give me some relief, but I failed miserably.
Gus—a slim, slutty angel with blond spiral curls, wearing clingy brown leather shorts—came bouncing up onto the stage beside us. He gave the audience a perky little wave before he turned to Jayce and said, “I’m helping tonight. Do you need anything, Sir?”
