Page 65 of Losing his Daddy

All too soon, he pulled back. “Now, then. Come with me, Precious. I have something to show you.”

I’d have followed him into a wall of fire if he’d asked right then. He had that much of my devotion.

We wove through the club area until we reached a room that was half full of people seated in a circular fashion facing a raised glass box. Sir, because that’s the only way my mind could think of Wes at the moment, led us down an aisle until we were in the front row.

“What is this room?” I asked softly, careful now to let my voice be too loud in the soft hum of the space.

Sir pointed to the box. “This is the voyeur room. It’s where people come to be intimate in the box while others watch.”

I froze at the picture that came to mind. It wasn’t of anyone in particular. Just two dark shapes writhing together on the platform bed setup inside.

“How —?” I cut off, unsure how to ask how he guessed this would be the best room to start with.

“Because you seemed to react at the mention of watching others. It’s a natural curiosity. Besides, if you don’t like it, you can close your eyes, and I’ll lead you out of the room. No harm, no foul.”

I bit my lip. “And if I do like it?”

He leaned closer. “Then you get to enjoy the show. Whether that means you simply watch from beginning to end or it means you take out your cock and stroke yourself, the choice is yours.”

“Take it out?”

“Yes, Precious. There will be people doing the same, and others will fuck their partners. Some will even be in groups. It really depends on how worked up the performance makes them. That’s partly why I sat you up front. I didn’t want anything to distract you from the show.”

I gave a distracted nod at his words as I discreetly looked around. The people spaced out were in all manner of dress. Some had on suits like us, while others were in leather and lace. It was a varied mix.

Before I could ask another question, the lights dimmed, and the glass box appeared to illuminate. The sound of the crowd softened even further.

Sir leaned over, his lips against my ear as he whispered, “If you want to leave, tap my thigh three times. That’s the signal, Precious. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathed out as I watched two figures walk down the same aisle we’d come down just minutes before.

It wasn’t until they got close enough to the box that I realized who it was.

Patrick and Tucker.

They moved confidently inside the space, not an ounce of hesitation in either of them. I watched as Patrick stood stock still while Tucker undressed him. It wasn’t anything all that steamy, yet I felt my cock stiffen again. It had never gone fully soft since entering the club, but now I was quickly approaching full blown erection status.

Sir stretched an arm behind me on the chair as he leaned back in a comfortable position. I watched him from the corner of my eye as I tried to understand what the fuck had happened to tonight. I’d been the one to suggest the club. I’d gotten Tucker and Patrick on board with my plan to surprise Sir with it all.

And yet, here I was, sweating bullets as I tried to make sense of why watching my friends undress one another was such aturn on. Why wasn’t it weird? Shouldn’t I not want to see them naked? I wasn’t attracted to them. Not in that way.

It was more the connection between them that appealed to me. The dominance radiating off Patrick floated through the room. Tucker was eager to please him too. We could all tell.

My errant thoughts halted when Patrick’s cock sprung free. I could only make out that it was rather large in the split second I saw it. Next thing I knew, it was in Tucker’s mouth and his fist was pumping the rest he couldn't fit between his lips.

I squeezed my thighs with a punishing grip as I watched. It was… fuck it was sexy. We couldn’t hear them, but there was no need. As soon as the thought came that I wanted to hear what it sounded like, I picked up on the noises going on around us.

Slurping. Moaning. Begging.

It was an auditory chorus of pleasure. It only pushed me further over the edge. My cock was fully hard by then. I ached to touch it, but I feared what that would mean. What kind of person was I if I got off on this? What did it mean?

I was a confused mess, my body vibrating with the contrasting emotions.

It was then I felt a breath against my ear. I didn’t jolt. Hell, I didn’t even breathe. I knew exactly who it was and why.

“Does watching them arouse you, Precious?” Sir asked.

I nodded quickly, hoping he wasn’t asking just to toy with me.

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