Page 119 of Silent Damage

I hiss and push back. “Fuck that’s hot.”

“Yeah?” he asks. “You like it when I touch you like this in public?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

Jason nibbles on my earlobe, then asks, “Should I fuck you over the bar? For the whole place to see?”

My heart pounds. “Would you do that?”

“Yes,” he responds with zero hesitation.

“You’d let the whole gang watch you fuck me?” I ask.

“Yes,” he repeats.

“Why?”

He drags his tongue along my neck and speaks in a low growl. “To let everyone know that you’re mine.”

“Am I yours?” I ask.

Jason doesn’t respond to that, and his silence makes my stomach clench.

I pushed it too far—it was hot until I made it cringy, and now he’ll back off.

But then Jason wraps his arms around my waist. “This ass is mine. Period. Nobody else gets to feel how good you feel.”

Angelique creeps over and says, “As much as I like the view, boys, there’s a whole sex dungeon downstairs. We all know you’d have more fun down there, anyway.” She winks, then tends to another patron.

I look at Jason and ask, “Want to try out this sex dungeon they keep raving about?”

He’s quiet, but the look in his eyes does the talking for him. Jason pulls up my pants, tucks his cock back in, then wraps his arm around my waist and leads me to the dungeon entrance. A quick check from security is followed by the two of us descending the stairs and checking our clothes.

I’m about to slide off my jockstrap when Jason says. “No. Keep that on.”

“Oh yeah? You like it?” I ask.

Jason approaches and kisses me. “Don’t ask questions you know the answer to.”

After checking our clothes, we walk into the main area to find a sight that nearly knocks me over.

A lady walks a man on a collar; there’s a whole group of guys with pup hoods rolling around, wrestling on a huge mat, a very bored-looking woman spanks a total leather daddy, and there’s fucking in every way, shape, and form no matter where you look.

“Holy shit,” Jason whispers.

This place is wild. “I’ve never been down here before,” I confess. Then I realize I’m wrong. “I mean, I was here for the fight but never for…this.”

“I mean, same dude. I’ve only been here once, and it was to get my ass kicked.”

We both stand there, awestruck by the debauchery. “It’s kind of hot,” I say, leaning closer to Jason.

He glances at me. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?”

I shrug. “I’ve discovered a lot of things since you’ve come back.”

Jason stares at me with intense eyes before slamming his lips to mine. He pushes me against the wall, and my legs instinctively wrap around him, mewling into his mouth while he invades mine with his tongue.

Then he lifts me by my ass and carries me into the maze. “Hold on,” he urges with a low, breathy voice.