I turned a corner, opening to a smaller hallway, and nearly stumbled into a tall man. For a mask, he wore a piece of velvety cloth, tied carefully to provide comfortable space for his eyes. He had a striking square jaw and a thick, muscular build. With a hairy bare chest and a pair of trousers that looked obscenely expensive, it was all I could do not to start drooling right there.
“Hello,” he said, nodding slightly. “I’m Samuel.”
“Samuel,” I said, the word coming out in a whisper. I cleared my throat. “I’m Xavier.”
“And how is your evening, Xavier? Are you finding what you’re looking for?”
I took a sip from my champagne to wet my mouth and suddenly felt very overdressed. “I just arrived,” I said. “I’m still acquainting myself.”
And looking for someone to spank me. Say it! Say it!
“I see.”
I took another sip of champagne in an attempt to dampen the rising panic. “And how about you?” I asked. “Are you finding what you’re looking for?”
A smile curled his mouth. “Not quite yet, I’m afraid. It seems I’m a dominant top at a sex party filled with other dominant tops.” He chuckled and drew his hand across his chest. “And you, Xavier? What it is that you are looking for?”
My cock started stiffening in my pants. I’d only ever talked about my kink with a few people, and never with a sexual partner, potential or actual. My heart thumping toward my throat, I managed to talk. “I’m looking to get spanked,” I said.
Samuel’s gorgeous lips grew into a bigger smile, and he turned his hands up in a shrug. “I’m sorry. That’s something I reserve for my partner.” He chuckled again, shaking his head. “I might strike out tonight, but I’m sure you won’t. Have fun!”
I stood there, my cock now achingly hard against my trousers, as he walked away. When my heart rate returned closer to normal, I glanced in the last couple of rooms and returned to the main area.
“My god,” Georgia said, joining me immediately. “I just saw the hottest fucking thing in the world. And it wasn’t even lesbians doing it! Well, not only lesbians, at least.”
I laughed and immediately accepted the glass of champagne offered to me. “You going to participate tonight?”
She shook her head quickly. “I’m just rediscovering my voyeuristic tendencies. You have any luck?”
“A swing and a miss. He’s spanking-monogamous with someone.”
Georgia chuckled. “That’s sweet, actually.”
“He also said this place is filled with tops tonight. Which is a terrifying enough thought that it makes me want to return home to Bea Arthur.”
“Now is not the time to talk about your cat,” she said, resting her hand on my shoulder. “Now is, however, the time to drink more of these Old Fashioneds. For how much we paid in advance to get in here, I’m taking advantage of the perks.”
Georgia crossed to the bar, and I stepped backward, placing my fingertips against the wall behind me. A trio crossed the room, taking seats at the pair of black leather couches. I trailed my eyes across the crowd, not lingering anywhere, until they landed on him.
He was fantastically hot and handsome. It’s ridiculous to say that, considering he had a mask covering his entire face, an elegant and golden sun that was powerfully masculine at the same time it was strikingly beautiful. But somehow, I knew that beneath that mask was a face even more gorgeous and even more stunning.
Maybe it was the way he held himself. He wasn’t just poised. He looked refined, even as it seemed like he might pounce at any moment. He was solidly built, and with the sleeves of his perfectly flitted blazer rolled up, I could see the solid ropes of his arms.
And that man turned his head, and he looked directly at me.
I gulped.
He crossed the room.
I considered my champagne glass, then set it quickly on the table beside me with a shaky hand. Best to keep a clear head.
“Hello,” the man said, his voice deep in his chest. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room.”
My heart started pounding again. Was I looking especially good that night, or were the men at places like this just particularly direct? I licked my lips softly to wet them. “Hello. Nice to meet you, and I’m looking to get spanked.”
I shot my hand over my mouth, blood rushing to my cheeks. The man stifled a chuckle behind his mask. “Okay,” he said. “Not beating around the bush, are you?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to come out so abruptly. I’m a bit new here.”
