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The last thing I needed was the Spanish inquisition about Lola. We were barely into the relationship, I hadn't even introduced her to half my world, let alone the idea of a society full of men with vulnerability kinks.
Chase eyed me sideways, his eyebrows raised. “It's about fucking time, my friend.”
Holding up a hand, I stopped him before he could start questioning me. “It's early days,” I said, glancing over my shoulder as Jake came out of the bathroom, ushering the cleaner in as he approached. They would have to scrub the paint off the doors before any of the men went in. I wouldn't allow them to see her name, not yet.
“Well,” Chase said, squeezing my shoulder, “I wish you luck with your new angel.”
Chewing my top lip, I rolled my eyes. He had berated me for calling my special ones angels. But there was an innocence about the broken ones that drew us in, he knew that.
“How is Bianca?” I asked, eyeing the stage as a man brought out two black metal chairs and placed them, reversed on the stage.
Humming, Chase grinned. The same girl who'd introduced him to bondage in uni had become his wife, and even now, was getting ready behind the stage. She was a performer and he loved it when other men watched her. It was their thing.
“We've got a new friend.” He winked at me, his mischievous nature showing through. “You're about to meet her.”
Less than intrigued for once, I watched as the bartender brought over two trays of alcoholic drinks and left them on the table before joining the men. He was a good friend of mine and only ever pulled pints at our events. He might have started out working in bars, but now he owned one of the biggest tech companies in London. He had taken control of the bar as soon as he’d joined the society.
“Is there any news I should know about?” I asked, studying the drinks on the table and deciding that I fancied a beer for a change. I needed something to help me forget about the mess in the bathroom.
“We have a new applicant.” Smiling when one of the younger men noticed us, he nodded a greeting. “And since you kicked Finley out...”
The silence at the end of his sentence was a question that I hadn't wanted to answer. Except, Chase was the man who had invested cash into my club and my design business. He had come from money, using it to build an empire of clubs, bars and restaurants. He liked the party life, even now, in his early forties. I'd grown out of it for the most part, too interested in my career and finding the one who would make me whole.
“He assaulted a woman in my club.”
Scratching the stubble on his jaw, he frowned. “Our ethos is so entrenched in us older folk, maybe the younger ones need a lesson in how to treat a lady.”
Backing up, I shook my head. “I'm no teacher, you know that.”
His shrug was accompanied by a smirk. “Aye, but I am, am I not?”
Chuckling, he gestured for me to return to his side as the lights went down and the music started.
“Listen.” He put a hand on my arm. “The new patron has a thing for younger women too. I thought you might get on. We'll meet for lunch soon.”
Baulking at the idea of chatting to a stranger about my fantasies, I nodded an agreement and went to join the other men at the front of the stage, sitting behind so I could watch them all.
I was known as the observer of the group. Rarely did I engage in their antics or outings, instead preferring to keep myself to myself. Chase had even questioned whether I was happy to have my club used for their sexual practices. At first, I'd been unsure, not wanting to bring their world into mine. But the more I had immersed myself into our ideal, the more I appreciated the beauty of sex and its exploration. I wasn't a predator, lusting after all those who performed in my club. I was a businessman, watching the money roll in as investments were made to allow for the theatre's improvements. That wasn't to say that I didn’t draw inspiration from some of the men and women who frequented our after-hour evenings. There had been some mental note taking, I wasn't going to lie.
“I need to talk to you after this,” Chase said, lowering himself into the seat next to me.
Looking him in the eye, I went to reply, only to be halted by the music getting louder and two women walking onto the stage. Chase's wife and her young blonde friend were wearing matching dominatrix outfits. My mouth gaped open, just for a second, as they each threw a leg over a seat and sat facing us, the zips in their leather panties undone and revealing all as they straddled the chairs.
My cock grew hard as I stared at the leather that ran in straps, up and down their bodies. It had been a while since a performance had got me excited, but I had a thing for a woman in leather. I was hoping that Lola might be tempted to engage in a little dress up, when the time was right.
“Anything important?” I whispered as the women gyrated against the chairs, dancing to the loud beat of the seductive music.
It was rude of me to speak during the performance, but anything to distract myself from the big man's wife. I had rarely been turned on by the antics on stage and prided myself on control. However, the glint of the metal studs on their neck collars as the lights shone on them made me rock hard.
Chase glanced at me, a slight frown marring his forehead. “Some of the others worry that you're not as invested in the society as the rest of us. We'll talk when they're done.”
Swallowing, I turned back to the stage, not wanting to appear rude. I shouldn't have been worried about being turned on, Chase loved it when others appreciated his wife. I was more concerned about Lola and what she'd think knowing that my balls were bursting because of another woman.
The pair on the stage came close, one in front of the other. Chase's wife grabbed her friend's hair and yanked it back, revealing her neck. The woman shook violently when her gaze traced the men watching her. The wife whispered something before reaching around the front of her friend, her hand slipping down her belly and cupping her most intimate place. The flash of metal zip, fingers and vagina flesh ignited a fire in my testicles.
As Chase's wife pushed the woman to the floor and ducked her head between her trembling legs, the men fidgeted in their seats. I wasn't the only one who had a rather hard penis. They all wore the look of excitement and anticipation. They were ready to party and let loose.
The moans coming from the woman on the stage made me cross my legs in an attempt to trap my bulging cock. If I wasn't careful, I'd lose control, and that would never be forgivable. I had to set an example to those around me.
