I shivered, and River’s grip on my thigh tightened. Excitement danced through my body, and I leaned in closer to him to whisper in his ear, “Are they a couple?”
River shrugged. “Probably not. They don’t stick to the same partners for demonstrations, usually, but Sugar and Adonis are favorites, so Vic keeps them together.”
I nodded. The logic made sense. I curled my arm around his waist, and to my surprise he leaned in closer until our shoulders touched. I reveled in his warmth. I couldn’t remember the last time I enjoyed someone being this close, and my cock agreed because I was half hard, struggling against the tightness of my jockeys and jeans.
When my attention returned to the stage, I realized Adonis had started to spank Sugar with the paddle, leaving behind delicious red marks on pale skin. With every whack of the leather against his cheek, Sugar let out a pitiful moan, begging for more.
I shifted, trying to find the right spot to soothe my now almost full raging hard-on, but no matter what I did I couldn’t get comfortable. “Fuck.”
“Hmm?” River glanced at me, and his eyes widened, gaze sliding down my body to land on the bulge in my pants. “Oh. Jesus.”
Jesus, indeed.I wasn’t going to be embarrassed, though. The scene was hot, and the harder Adonis hit Sugar, the more my cock firmed. There was something exhilarating about the way Adonis’s muscles moved and how much power he had over the high-heel-wearing man on the chair. Sugar’s moans sounded like sex. Sweat gleamed on both their bodies, and I decided I definitely wanted that. I wanted to spank River, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. It feltgoodto feel something, though.
“Maybe we should start talking to people,” River whispered, but his voice sounded rough.
I looked down at his crotch to see he was in the same position as me. The clingy leather pants left nothing to the imagination, and earlier when he’d put them on, I didn’t think he could’ve fit underwear on under them, and now that he was hard I could see I was right—he was freeballing.
“Yeah, let’s do that.” I didn’t sound any better than him and forced myself to stand. He followed me, and we headed toward the bar, me leading him as any good Dom would, and a young man who looked barely the legal age of twenty-one smiled at us when we reached it. Most of the crowd had moved closer to the stage, which gave us lots of room to move about.
The young bartender cocked his head at us, his shoulder-length auburn hair moving with him. “What can I get you?”
“I’ll have a rum and Coke. What do you want, boy?” I turned to River. “Let your Sir take care of you.”
River raised his eyebrows at me, and I could almost see the words in his head:I make a lot more than you do, cop.Instead, he drew closer to my side and ordered a whiskey sour. The bartender nodded and got to work. While he rounded up our drinks, I pulled out my phone and found the photo of the guy we’d been chasing for a few months now. He was the same guy who had lured River in.
When the bartender came back, I showed him the picture. “You know this man?”
The bartender frowned. “You a cop?”
River winced.
I shook my head, forcing a fake smile. “No. I’ve had a few sub friends show me his picture, said he was a good Dom. Took care of his boys well. I enjoy seeing my boy with other men, and I wanted to see if I could find him.” I inwardly cringed at the thought of someone else fucking River. I didn’t even own River and I had already decided there was no way in hell I’d share him.
The bartender visibly relaxed and leaned in closer to the phone. He hummed. “I think he’s been around here once or twice. We have plenty of Doms come in here, and Vic doesn’t like us sharing details to other members. We pride ourselves on privacy.”
I nodded. “I understand, but I just want to give me and my boy a good time.”
He hesitated and then sighed. “He hasn’t been here in months. You could ask Vic. He keeps copies of members’ photo IDs, but I doubt he’ll give you any information. But your boy….” He paused to look at River and smiled. “He’s friends with Vic. If he asks, Vic might tell him.”
“Thanks.” I passed him over my credit card and gave River his drink. It took me a moment to realize River was glaring at me. “What?” I kept my voice low.
“Share me, really? That’s the best excuse you could come up with?” he hissed, eyes dancing with a hot fury that made my balls tighten.
I didn’t get a chance to answer because the bartender came back. I winked at him when he passed me my card, then grabbing my drink, I pulled River away from the cheers of the crowd and toward a quiet corner. I ushered him against the wall.
“I needed a good excuse and voyeurism can be used. It’s a kink.”
“It’s notmykink, and I don’t want people thinking it is.” River poked me in the chest, but I grabbed his finger before he could pull it away.
“Boy, don’t make me spank you for your insolence,” I warned in a low voice.
River’s eyes widened, and I didn’t miss the flush that grew on his cheeks.
I grinned, touching his elbow and leaning in closer. “Maybe you should show me these playrooms.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” River leaned in until our chests touched, though.
“Research purposes.” I could smell his cologne, a sweet and spicy scent that had my dick wanting to salute him hello.
