I scope for Julian immediately, glancing behind the bar, around the tables, and up toward the second level, where it appears some windowed rooms overlook the club.
I pass by the bar and find the elevator that leads to the lower level. It makes me chuckle to myself, because of course Julian would have an elevator in his club.
“I’ll take the stairs,” I say to the security guard stationed next to it. After showing the pass to the bouncer, he lets me into the stairwell, and I jog down, eager for what I’ll find on the other side of the curtains here.
Another sign above the entrance saysLegacy, and I slip through to a completely different vibe. This is nothing like upstairs. The first thing I see is a woman with a pair of beautiful breasts with silver tassels hanging from her nipples. She’s a server, delivering drinks to a table. On the stage, there’s a pretty man with thick black eyeliner and glossy pink lips dancing in and out of a large birdcage.
Tearing my eyes away, I start to look for Julian again. This time, I feel a bit more anxious about it. If he finds me here, not just in his place of work buthere, he’s going to be pissed at me. I’m overstepping. This feels intimate. Secret. Forbidden.
And yet at the same time, I’m even more desperate to find him.
I meander through the club, watching the different crowds and couples. None of them are Julian. And he’s nowhere to be seen. When I reach a doorway into a room that appears to be some sort of BDSM demonstration section, I veer away. He’s not in there. I can feel it.
Then I turn and find the back wall of the club with a large iron gate attached to it. And attached to that gate are a handful of people, and each of them is getting fucked within an inch of their lives.
Immediately, I know what this is.
My jaw drops as I watch it all unfold. One man is going down on another, whose arms are in leather cuffs above his head. There’s a woman getting railed from behind. And two girls, one bound while the other explores her body with her lips and hands.
So this is what Julian likes. This is his kink.
My cock was already hard in my pants before I found this, but now it’s throbbing painfully. Not just because of the displays of sex but because the idea of him doing this…turns me on like nothing else.
If I told him he could have free rein with me, what would that look like? Waking up with his dick inside me? Going down on him at dinner, my head under the table while he eats?
Reaching down, I adjust my cock in my pants. I really need to find him now.
Spinning around, I barrel right into someone. Putting out my hands to steady them and apologize, my blood runs cold the moment my eyes collide with Julian’s.
“What the fuck…” he mutters before glancing around suspiciously as if someone might be watching him.
“Hey,” is all I can manage at this moment.
“What are you doing here?”
“Came looking for you,” I reply.
“Why?”
My mouth opens, and no words come out. The simple answer: to get off.
The more complicated, harder-to-explain answer: because I get the feeling that with Julian, I can be myself. I don’t want to have to paste a smile on and be gentle and funny and happy all the time. With Julian, I want to be rougher, harder, and really let go.
I see the way he is—letting his hardness show through, unafraid of letting the darkness take control. And I want that. With Julian, I can let go of all the tension and anger and resentment I’m carrying and be free.
“Can we…be alone somewhere?” I ask, glancing around.
His brow furrows as he stares back at me, uncertainty hidden behind his scowl. “Uh, sure.”
“Or would you prefer me tied to that wall?” I snap with sarcasm.
Julian looks offended, as if I’ve slapped him, which is exactly the reaction I was going for.
“What the hell was that for?” he argues.
“Fuck it,” I grunt. “You don’t want to see me, then I’ll leave.”
I stomp away, but his hand clamps around my arm, yanking me back toward him. “Jesus, what has gotten into you?” Then, before he gives me a chance to answer, he adds, “Just follow me.”
