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“Do you need me to take the edge off of you too,
mi amor
?” she asked when she recovered her voice.

He smiled at the way she referred to him as “her love.”

She raked long nails over his cock. He put his hand over hers.

“No, baby. I’m going to suffer all night, and when we get home, with or without a new boy, you’re going to ease my pain. Over and over.”

Olivia smiled, dark lashes framing bright blue eyes. “Yes.”

•●•

Luke was a nervous wreck. His hands shook so bad he had to clench them into fists at his sides. When he’d arrived at the alley door of Nyx—a dungeon in the basement of an office building!—a very curvy woman named Kimber ushered him in and pulled him into a disarming hug.

“Don’t mind me, sweetie,” she’d said when she released him. “I’m a hugger. Everyone gets used to it.”

She was maybe in her late forties, but it was hard to tell with her neon pink tube dress and gobs of makeup. She eyed Luke like she was at an all-you-can-eat buffet and he was both surf and turf. Luke blushed and looked down.

“Oh sweet Lord, you’re going to be so perfect. They’re going to be fighting to get their hands on you.”

Luke let out a squeak and then cleared his throat. “Maybe you can tell me exactly what I’ll be doing.”

Kimber pulled him into a small office with posters of oily dudes all over the wall. It was a wall-to-wall sausage fest that made Luke’s own cock shrivel in embarrassing inadequacy. Kimber eyed Luke’s package and then the posters. “Don’t be self-conscious. They’re gay porn stars. Way bigger than the average guy around here,” she said with a wink. “I’m an enthusiast.”

Luke nodded and felt his face flush as he mumbled, “Obviously.”

“So,” Kimber continued, “part of what we provide for our members is a demonstration of different scenes. It’s fun for them, and it helps them get a sense of how to do certain techniques if they’re newer to the lifestyle.”

“What kind of techniques?” Luke croaked.

“It depends. Sometimes it’s a spanking demo or bondage or wax play. Tonight, it’s a demonstration of a Dom conducting a scene with two subs.”

The air whooshed out of Luke’s lungs. “A threesome?”

Kimber grinned. “Yes. I take it you’re interested?”

Luke looked down and nodded, feeling the heat creep from his chest to his neck.

“Perfect,” Kimber purred. “Let’s start on the paperwork, and then we’ll get you changed.”

Changed?

Luke glanced down at his faded jeans and dark blue T-shirt and wondered what he should have worn instead. He shivered. On second thought, he couldn’t possibly have come up with something out of his meager wardrobe that would’ve been suitable for this evening anyway.

With the exception of his quick foray with Morgan and Julian, he had nothing to go on in terms of what the next few hours might look like.

He pulled his ID and a creased recent physical form from his back pocket and handed them to Kimber. She studied his ID for too long and then grinned. “Had your first beer yet?”

He blushed again. Jesus, what was wrong with him? “I don’t like beer.”

“Of course you don’t, baby boy. Here.” He took the set of forms Kimber handed him and tipped his head to read through the three pages.

“Standard stuff really. But I’m betting you’re so green you’ve never signed anything like this before.” Luke lifted his gaze to find Kimber still smiling. “No worries, love. You read through all of that. I’ll be right back.” She left him in the office, shutting the door with a soft snick.

Luke stretched his neck to one side and then the other and concentrated on the words in front of him. Nothing unusual, mostly a promise not to hold the club liable if he got hurt and a bunch of stuff about creating safe, sane, and consensual environments. He signed and initialed wherever indicated and had just set the pages on Kimber’s desk when she walked back in.

“Already done? Perfect.” She nodded behind her. “Come this way. I’ll show you to the lockers.”

As he passed through the dungeon, following on Kimber’s heels, he glanced around. And holy mother of God. The patrons of Nyx were dressed in the most provocative clothing he’d ever seen. He’d seen such things on porn of course, but in real life? Never.

Most of the women he saw wore those laced-up thingies that pushed their boobs up high on their chests and left their backs exposed between the crisscrossing of leather. Their skirts were either leather or full and too short for polite society.

But this wasn’t polite society.

He swallowed and kept his head down. If he saw too much, he would lose his nerve. It was best if he didn’t pay super close attention to how many people there were or make eye contact with any of them before he did whatever the hell was planned for him tonight.

If he was going to get naked—and he suspected he was—in front of all these patrons, he wanted to be as detached as possible.

Luke followed Kimber through the throng of people and down a short hall until she finally led him into a small locker room.

“You can put everything in here,” she said as she opened a skinny locker, “and then slip into this robe and meet me in the hall.” She fingered the silky fabric of the garment hanging inside the locker and winked at him. “God, sweetie, they’re going to eat you up in there. You’re divine.” With a giggle, she disappeared out the door, leaving him alone once again.

Luke took a deep breath and tried not to think too hard.
I can do this. It’s no different from what I did with Morgan and Julian…except I haven’t met the two people I’ll be doing the scene with…

With shaky fingers, Luke removed his clothes and stacked them in the locker. He sped up when it occurred to him that anyone could walk in at any moment. It was a locker room, after all.

Once he was naked, knowing Kimber had meant for him to remove everything, he grabbed the deep blue robe and slipped it over his shoulders. His cock hung loose between his legs, stiffening as the fabric brushed against it. Or perhaps he grew hard thinking about whatever was about to happen.

When he stepped back into the hall, he found Kimber bright-eyed and grinning. “Splendid. You good?”

“Yep.” He tried to sound far surer than he felt. Whatever the fuck he’d signed up for, he needed to buck up and get to it, because no way in hell was he going to change his mind now. He was too curious.

“They’re ready for you.” She set her perfectly manicured red nails on his bicep and stroked them down his arm. “Just relax, sweetie. You’ll do fine.”

“What exactly will I be demonstrating?”

“Whatever Master Douglas has in mind tonight. Could be anything.” She shrugged. Her non-committal attitude sent a shiver down Luke’s spine.

“Um…”

“Don’t worry, baby boy. You’ll have your safe word.”

A slight hush fell over the main room as Luke reentered behind Kimber. She led him to the center platform and introduced him to a large older man Luke hadn’t noticed before. “Master Douglas, this is Luke,” she whispered for no one’s ears but theirs. He appreciated that she was trying to protect his identity. If anyone at the Loft got wind of his involvement in this… God, he might have to leave like Morgan did.
No. Focus on the scene. You wanted this. No one will know.

Luke wondered if he was supposed to shake Master Douglas’s hand, but luckily he hadn’t reached the point where he actually lifted his palm, because clearly Douglas did not have any interest in such pleasantries. Instead, the man circled Luke, eyeing him from top to bottom before he returned back to face him. His tan chest was bare, covered in muscles and a dusting of dark hair. Not quite the same as Julian’s formidable dark strength, but definitely enough for Luke’s cock to perk up. Master Douglas’s gaze devoured Luke. “Excellent. My pet will enjoy you. Won’t you, Kira?”

A small voice behind Luke startled him. He turned his head to see a tiny woman with long red hair, kneeling on the platform. Other than the sheath of locks hanging all around her shoulders, she was completely naked. Her pert nipples peeked from between her curls, alluding to the sumptuous globes that lifted them in the air. How had he missed her before? “Yes, Master. If it pleases you, Master.” She dipped her head lower, her gorgeous curls covering her face.

Kimber drew Luke’s attention once again. “The universal safe word at Nyx is
red
. Use it if you need to.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Luke replied. Kimber nodded and exited the stage.

“All right, boy, kneel beside Kira,” Master Douglas said louder now, drawing hushed whispers and full attention from the audience at Luke’s back. “I’ll be giving the orders here tonight. You’ll follow my directions. I expect you to keep your chatter to a minimum. You only need to speak if I ask you a direct question. Otherwise, you’ll concentrate on nothing but pleasing me, and my pet. You’ll address me as Master. Understood?”

“Yes, Master.” Luke kneeled beside Kira. He didn’t have the first clue what else he should do, but he imitated her stance, locking his hands behind his back, immediately regretting the decision when his robe opened enough to allow his cock to bob forward between the curtain of silk.

He fought against the urge to drop his hands and cover himself. After all, chances were the robe had about two minutes more in its current location before he found himself naked anyway.

Master Douglas circled behind Kira and pulled her hair back, arranging it into sections and then braiding it expertly down her back. “There. We want our boy to be able to see your face, right, pet?”

“Yes, Master,” Kira replied.

“That’s my girl.” Douglas patted her head as he returned to face the two of them.

“Now then, boy, I’m going to tell you a secret about my Kira.” His voice was slightly less serious and gruff for the first time, but Luke didn’t lift his gaze to see if there was a change in his expression, perhaps a twinkle in his eye. “My pet enjoys a bit of bondage. And even more than that, she likes the sweet taste of the unknown.”

Luke didn’t move as he listened. His cock pulsed between his legs, causing him to concentrate on its movement, but he didn’t flinch otherwise.

“Do you know what you are, boy?”

Luke swallowed. “No, Master.”

“The unknown.”

Of course.

“Now, I want you to please my pet, and I’m going to direct you every step of the way.” Douglas stepped up onto the platform and circled behind Luke and Kira. “Kira, be a good girl and come lie in the center of this dais for me.”

Kira stood beside Luke, obviously experienced in rising from a kneeling position, because she expertly lifted first one knee and then the other, bracing herself gracefully as she balanced without removing her hands from behind her.

Luke remained in his spot, awaiting Master Douglas’s next instructions. The man hadn’t given him permission to move. He listened intently as Kira moved behind him, her small frame making very little noise.

“Okay, boy, please join us.”

Luke struggled to lift himself half as gracefully as Kira, and failed miserably. In the end he managed somehow and turned to face Douglas. Kira lay spread eagle in the center of the large square dais that stood about a foot higher in the center of the platform.

He was aware of the many patrons surrounding the platform in a complete circle, but he chose to focus his gaze on Kira, his ears trained to Douglas.

God, she was sexy. Her pale skin was so white, indicating she never spent time in the sun, not surprising since she was a true redhead. He let his gaze wander up and down her body while she lay perfectly still, her head tipped back enough to raise her chin, her long braid flopped over one shoulder.

“She’s a beauty, isn’t she?”

“Yes, she is, Master.”

“Good, you learn quickly. I love that I haven’t had to remind you of your manners.”

Luke watched as Kira’s breasts bobbed slightly with each breath. His gaze then traveled down to where her thighs spread open, revealing every secret. She was well groomed, only a thin strip of her natural red curls extending from her clit. He wondered if Douglas left the strip intentionally so anyone watching Kira would know for a fact she was a redhead.