The man chuckled. "Don't you worry about me."
"I've always thought that was a dumb rule," Vivienne grumbled. "I hope the new owner takes that one off with the changes they're making."
"Don't you two worry about that. Just enjoy yourselves tonight," the man said as he led them over to another set of doors that opened on their own.
The music was not as soft or subtle as in the other room. Instead, it was loud and vibrated through Star, shaking his very core. As he walked farther into the club, he looked around. There was so much happening inside, from people in suspended cages doing all kinds of erotic things, to pole dancers and a couple of spanking horses with people watching and cheering the performers on. That didn't limit or deter from the full dance floor or the packed bar. The farther they moved inside the club, the more Star saw, and it was then he noticed the large gold picture frames hanging on the wall a couple of inches apart.
Why would they have art in a club like this?
Curious, Star stepped away from Vivienne, and his eyes widened and his breath caught in his chest when he saw the most beautiful thing he'd seen in a long time. A submissive was chained at the wrist with his hands over his head, facing the crowd. He was blindfolded and gagged, with not a stitch of clothes on. Behind him was a powerful dominant caning his ass. Star could see a row of people sitting behind them, watching the scene.
It was happening in real time. It was as if he was watching a porno on a large movie screen. Star reached out a hand and touched a hard screen and his back burned, making him moan, as if he could feel the cane hitting against his skin.
Fuck, this is so hot.
Excitement built in Star as he watched and wondered if all the other frames had similar scenes playing as well. He moved to the next picture frame, and it was a different couple with a different type of play. After watching for a few minutes, he went to the next and continued down the row, and by the time he returned to the first frame, he was so hot and bothered he couldn't help palming his hard cock. Star leaned against the wall and shoved his hand in his pants, rubbing his dick as images of every damn scene he saw ran through his mind. A mint-and-lemon scent filled the air. He shivered, feeling something wash over him.
"You keep doing that, little kitten, and you're going to have every top in here wanting to take you home."
Star was startled, causing him instantly to yank his hand from his pants and snap his eyes open, connecting with a jackal or someone wearing that mask. Star felt his face burn red, and he was thankful no one could see his embarrassment. Unfortunately, however, he couldn't let the other man know.
"Would that be a bad thing?" he whispered.
The man's aura was very masculine and powerful, screaming that he was dominant, which was a perfect shield for him. He was close enough to Star for him to smell the mint on his breath.
The jackal huffed, and his hot breath tickled Star's cheek. "Did you come alone?" His voice was gruff and unrecognizable to Star.
Star shook his head.
"Speak, little kitten."
"No, sir."
The man did not speak. Instead, he stood in front of Star, blocking him from everyone's view with his large body. Star stared at the man's half-mask and couldn't make out his features, not even the color of his eyes. Everything was dark, even the clothes he was wearing. Star allowed his eyes to drink in the man's sexy body. He wore a tight black button-up shirt that showed off his muscular body; his black jeans were snug, encasing a drool-worthy bulge.
Damn, Star thought, licking his dry lips.
The man touched Star's mask, making him flinch, but Star didn't move or stop him. Instead, the jackal traced the mask's shape, then down to his chest, circling one of his nipples, and down to his belly button, rubbing a finger against the cluster of freckles, making him gasp.
"Tempting," the jackal smiled. "What should I call you, little kitten?"
"Whatever you want." Star smiled, feeling his confidence return. "And you?"
The jackal smiled, not answering his question, and before Star could say anything else, the man grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him close, burying his face in Star's neck. Star knew he should push the stranger away, but he didn't want to; this was the first time in weeks he was in the arms of a man who might find him desirable.
"Dance with me," the jackal whispered in his ear.
Star shivered a bit; the man's voice was alluring, tightening his snug pants.
"Okay," Star agreed.
The jackal guided him to the dance floor with a possessive hand on his hip, and Star enjoyed it. Once they got to the dance floor, they started dancing, and Star wasn't shy about pressing his back against the other man's chest, grinding his ass against the jackal's crotch. The jackal grabbed his waist, moving their bodies in rhythm to a beat slower than the song blasting throughout the club.
Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the jackal taking the lead as Star willingly let go of the reins. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to be cared for by someone, even if it was a stranger. It had been a long time since someone touched him so intimately. The heat radiating between them was palpable as they continued to dance, their bodies intertwining and grinding against each other in a passionate embrace. Star felt his body grow hot and aroused as the man held him close. The smell of mint and lemon filled the air, intensifying the moment and pushing his arousal to new heights.
The jackal's hands slowly drifted up his stomach, eliciting a gasp from him as they found his hard nipples. His back arched in pleasure as he reached up, his fingers clenching the fabric of the man's shirt. He was rewarded with a firm tweak of his nipple that sent a wave of pleasure rippling through his body.
Star asked in a sultry tone, "Why are you teasing me?"
