But she doesn’t. The bar gets quite busy as she floats from one guest to the other. She’s almost mesmerizing to watch. What is going on with me? I feel like someone or something has planted themselves inside of my head tonight. I mean. I knew I was horny, but damn! And the man from earlier on the balcony.
The soft chime of a gong filters down one of the halls calling interested patrons to the observation room for a demonstration. Perhaps I can get called on stage. I’ve tried most every time I’ve been here, but still haven’t been picked. Who knows? Maybe the blood moon is the magic I need tonight.
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Coloredropesarehangingacross a silver bar on the main stage. A Shibari demonstration. How exciting! The room is quickly filling, so I push my way to the front as best I can. Something about being tied up in ropes causes a flush to sweep across my skin. Images of me suspended from ropes, with hands firmly gripped on my hips and swinging me onto a cock, causes me to scream out and clutch my chest as my pussy pulses.
Just as quickly as the images appeared, they fade away.
My gaze quickly flits around the room and again, those blue eyes are focused on me from the back corner. My eyes narrow to thin slits as my head falls to the side, watching him. Why is he doing this to me? I’ve never seen this man before, which is a tragedy because he’s gorgeous.
“Is everything ok?” a woman’s voice asks, as her hand gently touches my shoulder.
Embarrassed by my outburst, I turn around and start to concoct some lie when my eyes fall on the woman from before who came up to me right after my near orgasm. “Oh. Hi. Hello. This is awkward. I’m not usually this awkward. I don’t know what’s going on with me tonight.”
She laughs. “The super blood moon is very powerful tonight. Perhaps you’re simply responding to that.”
Something between a snort and a chuckle escapes sounding like I swallowed a toad. Which before you ask yourself… yes. I have swallowed a toad before. Blame Lizzy’s coven and one of their surefire ways to unlock my fae. “Shit. Motherass. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s come over me.”
“Well, enjoy the show tonight.” She tosses out her arm at the same time the lights dim. I hurriedly take my seat in the second row in the corner. Not the best view, but for showing up after the gong, it’s not too bad.
The lights slowly turn back on and standing center of the stage is the woman I was talking to. What the fuck? That’s-
The room erupts with gasps and applause.
“Good evening, fae folk. I’m Madame Dubois, your teacher for tonight.” Her eyes lock on mine with the hint of a smile playing on her lips.
Madame freaking Dubois. Is here. At Allure. She travels the world with her shows and demonstrations and reviewers always rave about how wonderful they are. How was this kept quiet? Her shows are famous within the fae world. More importantly, how did I not recognize her? I mean, I’ve never seen her in person before, so I guess that would totally explain it, but still. Someone that famous, someone you want to be like- badass domme- you would think your mind would just instinctively know that’s who you’re talking to.
Twice now.
Two times she’s touched me and talked to me.
Fuck yea! I nearly thrust my fist in the air, but regain control of myself.
First time tonight, it seems, my subconscious chimes.
“Tonight, we have a special treat for you. Shibari. How many of you have seen a Shibari demonstration or practice it?”
Less than half the crowd raises their hands.
“Ooh, not many. Not many. Well, this will be most exciting for all of us then.” She claps her hands softly, then clasps them and rests her chin on them. “No demonstration would be complete without my helper.” She fans her arm to the side of the stage where a delicious man, wearing only a pair of black boxers, bounces in. He has golden hair and a bright smile spread across his face. On his right side are several rune tattoos, meaning protection, loyalty, honor and a fourth I’ve never seen. His opposite shoulder has a tattoo that creeps down his arm and back, but it’s just a series of lines and symbols, perhaps specific to his fae tribe? His soft green eyes flitter around the room and land on the back corner.
Realization hits me. He’s the man from earlier. On the balcony, with tall, dark, and blue eyes. Before I can turn around to see if he’s looking at blue eyes, the crowd goes wild, standing and waving their hands.
Madame Dubois must have asked for a volunteer. A delicate hand snakes its way through the first row and points at me. “You,” her delicate voice chimes.
“Me?” I choke out, full of surprise.
“Yes. Let’s give our volunteer a round of applause.”
A few clap, but most look at me like I have five heads.
“Oh. We can do better than that, can’t we?”
Suddenly, the entire room smiles and begins clapping. Like she has the room under her mind control.
Standing here on stage between this glorious piece of man candy and this domme, I feel so small. They are both taller than me, and I’m not short by any means at my five-foot-eight, but he has to be like six four? Six five? And Madame Dubois, with her spiky black six-inch heels on, has to be six feet at least.
