Page 104 of Stabby Little

"It was Master Benedetto's decision. His friend Sophie is the willing participant Jason will tie up. He wants everyone to watch."

"I'll watch if Benedetto suggests it."

"I promise you'll enjoy it. Many of our patrons pay top dollar for this night."

I check my watch. "I would've shown up an hour later if I'd known. I have… mixed feelings regarding shibari."

"If you'd prefer not to watch, you can wait in the Little playroom until your date arrives. The boys need a temporary Daddy."

I shake my head. "Take me to the demonstration."

Adjusting the strings on my black mask, I follow the server into the playroom. Everyone's in masks and little else. Men in leather stand on the sides as they watch Jason lay out his ropes. Some are hard and jerking their partners as they prepare for the demonstration, starting the party early. A salt-and-pepper-haired pup licks his Dom's heels as he leads him to a water bowl, ordering him to drink. Men with cock rings blow each other in the corners, while fingering one another's assholes. A boy in a leather thong parades two muscular Daddies to the wall and orders them to kiss. They press their lips together as the boy eggs them on. They take each other's cocks in their hands and beat off.

I watch the scene in awe. It's been too long since I've surrounded myself with such fun. I took part in these parties a few times after Linda and I split, but not in the past few months. Michael's demands warped my ability to enjoy myself and caused me to forget who I was.

Linda and I made time for these parties every weekend. When I wasn't stringing her up with rope, I was arranging for men to fuck her while I ate her out. If she hadn't left, I don't doubt I would've continued to enjoy myself here even with Michael riding my ass.

I sip my rosé as my eyes flit around the gathering, searching for my kitty. I shouldn't look for him. I don't know how I'll react if I see him with another man.

I felt like we had a real connection. Something tangible and magical. But he scratched me and left the room. How legitimate could our connection be?

Two feet approach me from behind. "I'm glad you're back."

I glance up to see Constantine. "I'm only here for the private room."

Constantine puts his hand on my shoulder. "Follow me to the back. We need to talk."

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"We have a problem."

I settle into the leather seat across from Constantine. I sip the sparkling rosé, relishing the taste on my tongue yet again. But my mind isn't on the drink.

What does Constantine need to speak to me about? Is it urgent? It sounds important as fuck, but I can't recall doing anything wrong.

Did my kitty tell Constantine I broke the terms of my agreement? Did he say I pressed him against the wall?

I pray that's not why I'm here. I feel like Constantine is about to reprimand me, but I let my kitty go when he asked and I didn't hurt him. I don't deserve to be punished.

I issue Constantine a nod. "I'm listening."

"We've known each other for a long time. We're friends."

"You can say that again. You helped me through my divorce and kept my secrets for nearly a decade."

"That's what we pride ourselves on in this club. I never tell your secrets and you don't tell mine."

"Why am I here?"

Constantine heads to a cupboard and cracks it open. "You might need something stronger to drink." He sets a bottle of gin on the counter.

I shake my head. "The rosé is fine."

"I'll pour you a drink anyway. If you don't want it, I'll have it when you leave."

Constantine mixes the drinks with slices of lemon. He tops them off with salt, which isn't something I've done before. When he hands me my drink, I take a sip and let the intense liquor burn my throat.

The salt adds an earthy flavor. I make a mental note to incorporate this into my order the next time I go for a gin and tonic.

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