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It was getting later now. A Thursday, so not too busy, but certainly enough to be interesting. Lukas watched as a blindfolded, naked, and restrained submissive had hot wax dripped up and down her torso by her dom. She gasped as the wax came closer to her nipples and then her bare pussy with each pass, the purple wax making a lovely design on her skin as it dried.

He looked away to answer a question Brax asked him but knew the exact moment the wax hit the woman’s clit by her high-pitched wail followed by sobbing breaths as she came.

A beautiful sound if he’d ever heard one. Almost as sexy a Reina’s soft scream in his ear last weekend.

What would it take to get her to scream so loudly the entire room would stop and look? Lukas planned to find out, hopefully tomorrow. But if not, he could be a patient man. If the prize was worth it.

And Reina was.

Lukas watched as Victor’s dancer arrived and saw her eyes widen when he explained what he planned to do. Her nod was full of trepidation.

Lukas chuckled. Never tell a dom to do his worst.

He’d stick around and see the naked woman hanging by the ceiling, legs spread wide, arms wrapped around her own knees. A set of pulleys would allow Victor to lower her and impale her on his cock. She wouldn’t be able to do anything but take what he gave her.

He thought of Reina restrained that way, long brown hair flowing down her back, brown eyes watching Lukas with half fear, half desire, unable to move as he brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Mouth, fingers, cock… there were so many options.

An hour later, he was so busy thinking about her, cock half hard in his pants, that he thought his mind had projected her when he saw her in the same dark hallway as last week. As a matter of fact, if she hadn’t turned back to watch Victor as he indeed lowered his dancer, now sprawled and tied, down on his cock and began to fuck her from different positions, twisting the pulley system to place the dancer wherever he desired, Lukas would’ve missed Reina all together.

What the hell was she doing here? Again, having snuck in.

It wasn’t Friday night, but he didn’t care. He’d been thinking about her all night. The half hard-on he’d sported turned fully hard as he saw her mouth open in a gasp as she watched Victor spin the dancer, her tied legs out in a perfect V, and begin fucking her from behind.

Lukas set his glass down on the bar and moved around the other side of the room, keeping Reina in his sights. She didn’t seem able to drag her gaze away from the scene. Not that Lukas could blame her for watching. The dancer was begging Victor now to touch her clit. The way she was tied allowed him to fuck her with no stimulation there whatsoever if he desired.

Victor sat down in an armless chair he’d prepared and lowered the pulley system further. Since it held all of her weight, he could turn her spread legs at a diagonal, one up on his shoulder, the foot of her other barely touching the ground between his legs. He fucked her hard from that angle, taking mercy on her this time and playing with her clit as he did. She came immediately, sobbing, the rest of her body completely still, held by her bindings.

“Don’t worry darling, I’m not done,” Victor said, standing, much to the crowd’s pleasure. As the dancer struggled to recover some sort of mental composure, he checked her bindings to make sure nothing was cutting off circulation. Satisfied that everything was working as he’d intended, he moved the pulley system again, repositioning her so her body was flat out in front of him, almost as if she was levitating.

And began fucking her again. Her moans—then sobs—seemed to pour out of her body.

Reina finally turned away. Lukas had planned to follow her to wherever she went in the club, so he was surprised when she turned towards the door—towards him—as if she was about to exit. But what the hell, that worked too.

“Hey there, princess. You’re a night early, but don’t worry, this works just fine for me too. Strip. Every piece of clothing off right now.”

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