“Going somewhere?” Jay’s rich voice was dangerous in his ear. “I thought we had an agreement.”
Aaron turned around, not fighting against the hold. “I didn’t see you, so I figured you found someone to play with. I was going to text you later.”
Jay’s gaze fell to Aaron’s hand where he held the bracelet, and his grip on Aaron’s hips tightened. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“Everything’s fine,” Aaron assured him. “I’m just not feeling it.”
Jay ran his hands up Aaron’s sides, stopping at his shoulders. “Tell me.”
Aaron pursed his lips and shook his head. He’d had enough of sharing his issues with Jay. Jay wasn’t his therapist.
Jay seemed to disagree. “Tell me,” he repeated, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on Aaron’s skin.
“Everyone who came up to me tonight expected me to be a brat looking for punishment. I hate that I’m giving off that vibe.”Aaron sighed, hoping he didn’t sound too upset. He knew he was overreacting and expected Jay to say as much.
Jay’s unexpected bark of laughter caught him off guard.
“How is this funny?”
Jay’s eyes danced with amusement. “You’re literally the furthest thing from a brat. It’s hilarious that so many people managed to be so wrong. They’d only need to talk to you for like two minutes to realize that.”
Relief flooded Aaron. At least someone could see the real him, and it was the one person whose opinion really mattered.
“Don’t leave,” Jay said. “Keep me company. Keep away the hungry subs that want to call me Daddy.”
Aaron scoffed. “Daddy? Really?”
Jay lifted his chin, smoothing down his tie with mock confidence. “What can I say? The suit screams Daddy.”
“No it doesn’t.” Aaron softly ran his hand up and down Jay’s arm. “It screams brutal, unrelenting power. It screams rough touches and sharp bites. It screams dirty talk and sweet torment.”
A hitch in Jay’s breath caused him to look up. The dark, bottomless eyes were heavy with lust, pupils dilated with desire.
“Don’t leave,” Jay breathed out. “Let’s forget the whole thing. We can go watch whoever’s performing. Or sit on our couch and ignore everyone else. Don’t leave.”
“Okay.” Aaron relented and slipped his bracelet back on. He couldn’t say no to Jay. “There’s some people by the platform. Let’s go check it out.”
Jay encircled his warm palm around Aaron’s wrist and pulled him away from the door. His hold was firm, as if making sure Aaron wouldn’t escape his grasp.
Aaron wasn’t planning on it. His desire to flee the club was all but forgotten.
They weaved their way into the half-circle around the small, raised stage. It was almost always in use—sometimes by scheduled performers demoing bondage or impact play, other times by the exhibitionists seeking a willing audience. Just ten feet across, it was the perfect size for two or three people and their equipment.
Tonight, it held a spanking bench. Aaron recognized the couple onstage. They were regulars. Married for over a decade, they were at the club every weekend, either looking for a third or indulging their love for exhibitionism. They enjoyed showing off so much they rarely made it to one of the viewing rooms downstairs before losing themselves in the moment.
“What are Josh and Ezra up to?” Jay asked no one in particular.
“Ezra claims he can make Josh come just by flogging him,” said a goth woman whose name Aaron couldn’t remember. “I have my doubts, but a show is a show.”
Ezra strapped Josh to the bench, arranging his naked husband on his knees, his wrists and ankles cuffed in place. Josh was obviously turned on, his cock pointing straight out as he struggled against the restraints.
“What do you think?” Jay asked Aaron in a low voice.
“Sounds hot.” Aaron nodded and slid in front of Jay. They were standing closer than usual, but Aaron could blame it on the crowd tightening around them. Everyone was eager to watch.
Ezra finished setting up and teased the audience by running his fingers through the leather tails of his flogger.
Josh turned his head and winked at someone in the crowd, causing a few giggles to ripple through.
