Page 19 of The Club

I leave the poolside before it gets worse and make my way around the house to my car. I get in, start it up, get the heater going. I wish I felt angry. I know I should. I feel angry about so many other things, so why not this?

But what is “this” anyway?

It’s everything. Everything he said to me. Everything he did to me, or let others do. It’s too big to put into words. It’s as big as my father’s house looming behind me.

Shivering, I drive away.

EIGHT

Rafael

Tonight, instead of the erotic artistry of shibari, the sex club stage offers the unapologetic filth of a glory hole. But this is Lush, so even the filth is fine as hell.

The audience sees the bottom, not the top. He’s lying on a padded table, his ass flush against the hole in the artificial wall. His legs are stretched upward, shackled to the wall. His wrists are bound to the table above his head. The whole scene is angled so the audience can see his cock but can’t see who’s fucking him on the other side of the wall.

The guy is fit and decently attractive with a nice cock. I chose him for his looks, and for his responsiveness. He moans and arches as someone ruts anonymously in his ass. His cocks lifts and twitches. He’ll last a long time because he can’t touch himself. If he doesn’t come handsfree, he doesn’t get to come at all.

Everyone is reacting to the scene, groping, stroking, fucking. The air is musky with the scent of sex and nearly pulsing with the chorus of moans.

I’m hard as fuck, of course, but I’m only watching from the shadows right now. I haven’t decided what to do about this situation.

Dominic has a lot of nerve coming in here after blowing me off last night. I already knew he had a lot of nerve, and I fucking love it, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to play nice.

I take off my shirt but put my black tie back on, letting it rest against my bare abdomen. I’m wearing white pants tonight and a black g-string.

Nyx doesn’t bat an eye at me stowing my shirt behind the bar. “Tequila?” she asks.

“Bourbon.”

“Ooh, playing the long game tonight.”

“Some things you have to tease out.”

She gives me a two-finger pour. “You do like to tease. Any particular victim in mind?”

“Yes. Me.”

She snorts as she slides me the tumbler because she doesn’t know how fucking serious I am. People never do.

I walk to the edge of the crowd, where I sip my bourbon in the low light and wait for Dominic to see me. It doesn’t take long.

He’s off to the side again, not participating. Some people do that, just wanting to watch. But they usually touch themselves or at least shift around because they’re aroused and agitated. Dominic is completely still, as though nothing happening here is affecting him at all. But then, he looked like that last time—and I still found his cock hard as hell.

But the illusion of disinterest shatters when his head turns my way.

I give him time to take in the sight of me as I sip my bourbon. He’s not the only one who notices me. I knew he wouldn’t be. There are several men here that I’ve fucked.

One of them, whose name I can’t remember, starts making eyes at me. He’s very pretty, so I smile to encourage him. He’s with someone, so he leans over and has a quick little conference. His partner, obviously the top, glances at me. The top is quite attractive, and his shirt is open to display a leanly muscled torso.

As a top, I’m sure he would disappoint me. They all do, which I why I rarely bottom, but he’s just what I need right now.

I don’t wait for him to beckon me. I can see his interest. The two make room for me on their couch as soon as I head their way.

“Enjoying your evening?” I ask, playing the club owner.

“Always,” the top says, “although I think we’re about to enjoy it a lot more.”

Oh, me too.

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