Page 4 of Little Did We Know
My goodness.I would’ve needed a ride to the nearest hospital after such a beating, but the masochist was clearly in a wonderful mood.His Dom helped him up, and he was grinning through his tears.
It further confirmed that this level of sadomasochism wasn’t my thing.
While someone wiped down the bench-type contraption the masochist had been strapped to, Reese and River spoke to the guy and his Dom.I took the opportunity to order another beer, and during that time, I spotted at least six couples flat-out fucking on the dance floor.
Maybe this kind of event wasn’t my thing either, but I did hope to find other people here to befriend.
After paying for my beer, I went to find an empty table, and I sat down in a small booth to people-watch and consider my options.Before I went home tonight, I wanted to at least make contact with someone else.I wasn’t the only one who was here alone tonight, so perhaps I could approach one of the guys at the bar.Whether they were Doms or subs didn’t matter.I’d discovered my interest in bondage last year by shadowing a Domme for a weekend event.Unfortunately, she rarely ventured outside her lesbian community, but we did meet up for brunch every now and then.
When I sought out the twins again, I noticed they were heading my way, and I sat a little straighter.Shouldn’t they be balls deep in aftercare?
They exchanged a few words, after which River made a beeline for the bar.
Reese was in a good mood.He sat down across from me and tossed his hoodie on the table.
“It ain’t perfect, but this place beats Baltimore, doesn’t it?”
I smiled politely.“Jury’s still out.”The music was louder here, and the atmosphere was wild.I wouldn’t say disorganized, but…tooclubby.People were coming and going; there was movement everywhere.I couldn’t imagine subs finding peacefulness in a scene here, which I admitted to Reese.
He chuckled and inclined his head.“Itismore casual,” he conceded.“Nothin’ too risky happens here.But there are plenty of Sadists and masos to get to know.”
I lifted my brows and gestured to the station they’d occupied.“That play wascasual?”
He grinned.“With li’l Mattie?Hell yeah.You should see the play he’s used to.He’ll look like he just took a beatin’ from a wreckin’ ball.”
Good Christ.
“He’s our sure thing,” he went on.“If River and I need to let off some steam, we give his Dom a call.We go back a couple years.We’ll get to exercise a paddle or two, and then we meet up for breakfast the mornin’ after.”
Huh.“So you don’t play with them beyond the pain?”
He shook his head and scratched his bicep absently.“Nah.We haven’t really found a way to combine pain and sex with a bottom yet.Can’t say sex is a priority either.We’re here to explore sadism.”
On that, I could relate.So far, sex had been fairly separate for me as well.The times I’d found a sub to tie up, the focus had been on rope and safety.Sex had entered the picture if the bottom wanted to spend the night with me or something like that.
“That don’t mean we’ll turn down the opportunity to have a sub between us for a hookup,” he added with a smirk.The implication was so clear that I didn’t have to ask.My plans for the night had just changed—if that was what I wanted.
Additionally, it would appear he and his brother played together even in the bedroom when they had someone between them.
That was…bizarrely sexy.
“I’m dominant,” I felt the need to say.
Reese’s smile widened.“Even better.A Dom who needs to get fucked?Do you struggle with that bit?”
I narrowed my eyes.“Only if the other guy—or guys—think they can boss me around.And for the record, Doms can be bottoms too.”
He chuckled and leaned back in his seat.“I know.”He lifted his gaze to something behind me—or someone, rather—and it was River returning with two bottles of beer.Reese scooted farther in, and River sat down next to him.“Lucas West here is a Dom who occasionally needs to get fucked like a savage.”
For chrissakes!
“Really.”River hitched his brows at me and took a swig of his beer.“Does he beg?”
Okay, that one got me.Annoyance tore through me, and I instantly considered calling it a night.I could still drive after two beers, and I hadn’t finished this one anyway.My plan had been to nurse it for a while.Myactualplan—and the whole reason I’d chosen to drive—was because I’d thought I’d be in Baltimore.
“He fucking does not,” I stated.“He’s not that interested either.”
River smiled faintly, his expression just cocky enough to let me know he didn’t believe me.
