We laughed together, and I was happy to see Flynn was grinning, too.
Since we were more or less ready I grabbed Flynn’s hand and snuck him down the stairs and out the front door, leaving Jury there to get the lengthy talking-to Papa would probably unleash on him the second he had him in his sights. We’d broken too many things over the years, and he liked to give us an earful about roughhousing.
The trip to Triple X took nearly forty-five minutes, and when we pulled into the parking lot it was absolutely packed. As we got out and walked toward the building, I smiled in amusement. The gently sloping roof and chipped brown-brick exterior was underwhelming. Someone had told me once that the building used to be a warehouse, and not much had been done to make the outside appear any different. Three pink neonXs, which glowed like a beacon on the front wall, were the only indication something filthy might be going on.
The bouncer stationed outside beside the door checked my name on a tablet but didn’t take too long about it, and Flynn let me put my arm over his shoulders and lead him in. I got a couple of appreciative glances from men I passed—I wasn’t sure if they wantedmeor if they found it interesting that I had Flynn at my side—but I didn’t care. I was only here for one man. I squeezed my muscle boy close, and he gave me such a sweet, excited smile my stomach went warm.
The soft purple lighting overhead reminded me of a sunset and made the silver in Flynn’s hair glow. The high-gloss black bar to our left was so crowded there wasn’t a chance in hell we’d get a seat. We lucked into a couple getting ready to leave one of the round tables, and Flynn pointed them out. We waited while they grabbed their drinks and headed toward the entrance to the hallway that held the BDSM areas in back.
“You’ve been here before, right?” I asked, loud enough to be heard over the noise of all the people squeezed into the room. Low, pulsing music began to flow from the sound system and cheering exploded from the tables closest to the main stage across the room from us. “Did you go into the playrooms?”
He shook his head and laughed. “No. God no.”
That answer excited me more than I could understand. I’d get to do all the fun things here with him for the very first time. “Get on the chair,” I said, going over to the abandoned table. I pulled a seat out for him, and he gave me an indulgent look as he did what I said.
“Yes, Sir,” he murmured. I planted a kiss on his cheek and tugged at the hem of his T-shirt, and he let out a gasp I couldn’t hear as I peeled the fabric up and over his head. The expression on his face was priceless. I tucked his shirt into my right back pocket so it swung there and took the tin of massage oil out of my left one. I set the container on the table and flipped the lid off, excited by the earthy scent of cinnamon that wafted into the air.
“You remember I won our little bet at the basketball game, right?” I murmured into his ear. He turned to look into my eyes. “Iget to choose what we do tonight. Do you know what I want first?”
When I glanced at Flynn’s crotch, I smirked because his hard cock was a tantalizing lump tenting the gray material. My shaft tingled and I let out a long breath. The lights overhead dimmed, and a pink spotlight lit up the main stage, but Flynn never looked away from my face. Applause rippled through the crowd.
“No, Charming, what?”
“I’m going to show off the sexiest man in the room.” I dipped my fingers into the tin and scooped out some of the semimelted oil. I’d had the container in my pocket, but it still took a few seconds in my hands to turn the oil into a liquid. My palms tingled and I did a happy dance inside. The second my hand touched the back of his neck, he moaned and ducked forward to give me better access. I slicked up his shoulders and back, making the thick muscles gleam, and then I spent at least five minutes on each of his arms, working one, then the other, and I even oiled the back of his hands. He glowed under the low lights, a magical, muscled piece of artwork. “Sit up straight.”
He obeyed instantly, and another rush of pleasure swirled low in my groin. I oiled his pecs next, taking my time to manipulate the muscles, and then I zeroed in on his nips, knowing the warming oil would keep them in pointy little peaks. We’d gathered some fans, but no one had approached or said a word to us. People were only watching while they drank, and some men and a woman at the bar had turned around on their stools. I licked my lips and checked on the lump at his groin—it was clearly his cock to those looking on, thick and fat and begging for a hand he wasn’t getting anytime soon.
“You good?” I asked.
The crowd around us faded away, and while I knew they were still there, nothing mattered more than he did. Flynn was everything I’d ever fantasized about—and more—because while I’d jerked off plenty of times thinking about built guys, I’d never imagined anyone as sweet, smart, or caring as him. As I teased his nipples again, I felt weirdly emotional, and couldn’t decide if I loved it or hated it.
He nodded, eyes slipping closed, and I ate up the way he trusted me to keep him safe. I made his chest gleam, then worked on the ridges of his abs. His cock made a good effort to stab out of his pants as I teased right below his belly button. Someone must’ve noticed what I was doing because a server brought me a bar towel with a big grin, then bounced off to his next table to deliver a beer. I wiped the oil from my hands and tossed the towel on the table next to the tin.
“Sit up straight. Don’t touch your back to the chair, Rookie. No oil on the seat. Sit there and look like aDave the Barbarianwet dream.”
He blinked his eyes open and the blissed-out expression on his face as he nodded made me feel like I could run laps around the bar. Whatever we were doing here tonight I was fucking killing it, and his admiration sent me over the moon.
“I’m going to get us drinks.”
“Okay.” He stared at me, and I wanted to toss him on the table and fuck him right here, right now. Instead of allowing myself to ruin the mood I’d created, I went over to the bar to try to get the bartender’s attention, while still keeping an eye on Flynn. I wanted him to sit there and be admired but not bothered—or fuck, even talked to—by anyone looking for the world’s most perfect sub.
This one was taken.
15
FLYNN
The warmthof the oil on my skin created a ripple effect throughout my insides, making my belly hot and my dick hard. It was difficult not to turn and peek at Judge—no,Sir, because that was who he was right now—to get a glimpse of his approval. I craved the sight of the pride on his face but didn’t dare look. My skin prickled, though, and I knew he was watching me, so I sat straighter.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed stares of appreciation from strangers. My breath caught as excitement surged through me, not because other men were looking at me, but because I was being good for Sir. Everyone saw what an obedient submissive I was for my Dom.
No one dared to get close until a tall man with short blond hair politely pushed his way through the crowd. He stopped in front of me, smiling kindly. His tight black long-sleeved Henley clung to his muscled chest and the black leather pants he wore showed off his thighs.
“I don’t think we’ve met. You are?”
I pressed my lips together and kept my stare straight. I didn’t know the rules of being Judge’s sub, but instinct told me not to speak to this man without Judge’s permission. The last thing I wanted was to be punished for disobedience.
“I get it.” The man’s grin turned into a smirk. “Here’s your Dom.”
