“You should come upstairs with us. Haven’t you ever wondered what goes on up there?”
“I have to go up there and deal with the bar at times.”
“Have you ever stopped to take it all in?”
“No.”
“Let us give you the tour.” He drags his hands through his hair, blowing out a breath before answering.
“I’m not sure, man.”
“Okay. Well, have a drink, and if you feel like it later, say the word.” I leave it at that and order a round for everyone. It’s great to hang out and have a few laughs.
“Thanks for suggesting tonight, Eli. I really needed it.”
“Anytime, man. I know all of you to some degree, but we’ve never hung out. I spend ninety percent of my time here these days, so it was cool to get to know everyone a little better.”
“We should do this more often,” Flex interjects.
“I’m down for that,” Dalton says before draining his glass.
“Where’s your wife tonight, Dal?”
“She may have been in the position in my playroom for the last two hours. Anticipation is where it’s at.” Fuck, that’s hot. I love when I slide my hand between a woman’s legs to find her wet from having to sit and wait.
“Lucky bastard. I think I’m going to end my night up on level two.”
We hang for another hour or so before Dalton disappears down the private hall. I’m about to head upstairs when Eli grabs his drink and falls in step at my side.
“Maybe I will take that tour.”
“Where do you want me to go first? The training suite or the voyeur level?” I figured he might want to ease into it, and the training quite isn’t open yet, so he can explore without being accosted by a room full of writhing bodies. I’m surprised by his answer.
“Level two is fine.” Oh, he’s going to be in the lifestyle for sure. I’m just not convinced whether he’s a Dom or a sub. He displays traits of both, so it’s anyone’s guess.
“You sure?”
“No, but I’ve had a few drinks, and now is as good a time as any, I guess.”
As we navigate through the bar and over to the staircase, I try to make him comfortable. “We can leave whenever you want. If you have questions, I’m open to answering whatever you want to know. And if you want to take part…”
“I won’t.”
“I’m just covering all my bases.”
“I appreciate it, bro, but I’m fine.”
“Okay.” We walk the rest of the stairs in silence as the grand hall comes into view. The music is playing, people are fucking, and my favorite spot to sit and watch is free.
“Holy shit.” Eli goes stock still. I follow his line of sight to a threesome in the center of the room. “How does this not give you performance anxiety?”
“Do you want an honest answer?”
“Yeah.” His eyes are fixed on a guy with a sub in his lap, fucking her as another rails her ass. I see the beauty in it. They move with fluid synchronicity.
“It’s a rush. You either like it or you don’t. Dalton would never fuck Nadia up here. He doesn’t want to watch or participate with others. It’s all about consent and personal choice.”
“What if a Dom wants to be watched, but a submissive doesn’t?” We wander through the crowd over to my usual spot.
