Chapter 17 #2
And no one offered Aaron what he wanted. His heart sank as, one after another, they all assumed Aaron was a brat.
It wasn’t a dynamic he found appealing for himself. It worked for many others, and it was hot in porn, but he just didn’t see himself as bratty. He knew what he liked and wasn’t afraid to speak his mind—that didn’t seem like something to be punished for.
As much as he yearned for someone to force him to submit, to put him on his knees and take away his control, he couldn’t imagine actually surrendering to any of these people.
Except for one.
Leaning against the bar between the chats, Aaron kept zeroing in on Jay, who was easy to spot, his presence too magnetic to ignore.
He never stayed alone as people kept approaching him, touching him, flashing coy smiles, making their interest obvious.
Even Gordon tried his luck, though Jay’s exasperated look shut him down quickly.
Unfortunately, others were more successful. Each time Jay leaned in close to whisper into someone’s ear, Aaron’s stomach clenched and twisted.
“Are you open to play tonight?”
Aaron tore his eyes away from the gorgeous young woman batting her eyelashes at Jay and focused on the tall, shirtless man in front of him. There was a twinkle in his eyes as he waited for Aaron to respond.
“Depends on what you’re looking for,” Aaron said defensively.
The man chuckled and shook his head. “I get the feeling that no matter what I say, it won’t be what you want to hear.”
Aaron’s eyes darted over to the spot where Jay had been standing. Empty. His stomach lurched, frustration and longing sinking their claws into him.
“I think you’re right,” he admitted. “I’m sorry, I’m having an off night.”
“No need to apologize. Maybe next time.”
“Maybe. Good luck tonight.” Aaron mustered a smile and pushed away from the counter, heading to the restroom. Ironically, it was the quietest corner of the club. No need to sneak a quick blowjob in a dirty stall when everywhere else was an option.
Not that the stalls were dirty. Every surface was sparkling clean despite the heavy crowd tonight. There must have been an entire cleaning team on standby.
He waited a few minutes to calm down, dabbing his face with a damp paper towel, before walking back into the chaos.
The feeling of floating on air was gone.
Looking hot turned out to be pointless, wasted on the men who approached him with all the wrong suggestions.
The sweet brush of leather against his thighs was no longer exciting, and the thin mesh was making him itchy.
His head pulsed, the weight of disappointment settling across his chest.
It was time to go.
He searched the crowd for Jay, hoping to say goodbye, but he was nowhere to be seen. Must have slipped away to a dark corner with some lucky sub. Aaron didn’t want to witness any part of that scenario. He’d text Jay when he got home.
He made his way to the door, ripping the bracelet off his wrist to head off any more pick-up attempts. Almost to the entrance, a pair of strong hands encircled his waist and stopped him short.
“Going somewhere?” Jay’s rich voice was dangerous in his ear. “I thought we had an agreement.”
Aaron turned around, not fighting against the hold. “I didn’t see you, so I figured you found someone to play with. I was going to text you later.”
Jay’s gaze fell to Aaron’s hand where he held the bracelet, and his grip on Aaron’s hips tightened. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“Everything’s fine,” Aaron assured him. “I’m just not feeling it.”
Jay ran his hands up Aaron’s sides, stopping at his shoulders. “Tell me.”
Aaron pursed his lips and shook his head. He’d had enough of sharing his issues with Jay. Jay wasn’t his therapist.
Jay seemed to disagree. “Tell me,” he repeated, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on Aaron’s skin.
“Everyone who came up to me tonight expected me to be a brat looking for punishment. I hate that I’m giving off that vibe.” Aaron sighed, hoping he didn’t sound too upset. He knew he was overreacting and expected Jay to say as much.
Jay’s unexpected bark of laughter caught him off guard.
“How is this funny?”
Jay’s eyes danced with amusement. “You’re literally the furthest thing from a brat. It’s hilarious that so many people managed to be so wrong. They’d only need to talk to you for like two minutes to realize that.”
Relief flooded Aaron. At least someone could see the real him, and it was the one person whose opinion really mattered.
“Don’t leave,” Jay said. “Keep me company. Keep away the hungry subs that want to call me Daddy.”
Aaron scoffed. “Daddy? Really?”
Jay lifted his chin, smoothing down his tie with mock confidence. “What can I say? The suit screams Daddy.”
“No it doesn’t.” Aaron softly ran his hand up and down Jay’s arm. “It screams brutal, unrelenting power. It screams rough touches and sharp bites. It screams dirty talk and sweet torment.”
A hitch in Jay’s breath caused him to look up. The dark, bottomless eyes were heavy with lust, pupils dilated with desire.
“Don’t leave,” Jay breathed out. “Let’s forget the whole thing. We can go watch whoever’s performing. Or sit on our couch and ignore everyone else. Don’t leave.”
“Okay.” Aaron relented and slipped his bracelet back on. He couldn’t say no to Jay. “There’s some people by the platform. Let’s go check it out.”
Jay encircled his warm palm around Aaron’s wrist and pulled him away from the door. His hold was firm, as if making sure Aaron wouldn’t escape his grasp.
Aaron wasn’t planning on it. His desire to flee the club was all but forgotten.
They weaved their way into the half-circle around the small, raised stage.
It was almost always in use—sometimes by scheduled performers demoing bondage or impact play, other times by the exhibitionists seeking a willing audience.
Just ten feet across, it was the perfect size for two or three people and their equipment.
Tonight, it held a spanking bench. Aaron recognized the couple onstage.
They were regulars. Married for over a decade, they were at the club every weekend, either looking for a third or indulging their love for exhibitionism.
They enjoyed showing off so much they rarely made it to one of the viewing rooms downstairs before losing themselves in the moment.
“What are Josh and Ezra up to?” Jay asked no one in particular.
“Ezra claims he can make Josh come just by flogging him,” said a goth woman whose name Aaron couldn’t remember. “I have my doubts, but a show is a show.”
Ezra strapped Josh to the bench, arranging his naked husband on his knees, his wrists and ankles cuffed in place. Josh was obviously turned on, his cock pointing straight out as he struggled against the restraints.
“What do you think?” Jay asked Aaron in a low voice.
“Sounds hot.” Aaron nodded and slid in front of Jay. They were standing closer than usual, but Aaron could blame it on the crowd tightening around them. Everyone was eager to watch.
Ezra finished setting up and teased the audience by running his fingers through the leather tails of his flogger.
Josh turned his head and winked at someone in the crowd, causing a few giggles to ripple through.
“Those two are ridiculous,” Jay chuckled, and Aaron shuffled backward, nestling against Jay’s chest under the guise of wanting to be heard.
“It’s nice to have a relationship where you can fuck together and laugh together at the same time.”
Jay hummed in agreement.
The first few cracks of leather made Aaron flinch.
Ezra was merciless, setting a fast-paced rhythm, working his way over Josh’s back and thighs.
Josh whimpered and moaned as his flesh turned a vivid red, clearly enjoying every moment.
Aaron’s eyes darted between the inflamed skin, the stern look on Ezra’s face, and Josh’s straining erection.
His own cock filled at the sight, pushing against the lace.
The ongoing assault on Josh’s ass was captivating to watch, but even more interesting was his expression, twisted in ecstasy of pain. His moans grew louder after each snap, and he rattled his restraints, pumping his hips in a futile effort to get friction.
A soft moan escaped Aaron’s throat. He was so turned on, drops of precome soaked into the thong that barely contained him, creating a wet spot. Another few minutes and he would be dripping on the floor.
His every nerve was exposed, every sensation magnified. Jay’s body heat burned him everywhere they touched. Air swirled around his bare thighs under the skirt, raising goosebumps on his skin. Fine mesh rubbed against his nipples with every breath.
The intensity hit him all at once, and he swayed in place. Jay’s hands landed on his hips, steadying him, and when Aaron leaned back for balance, an unmistakable bulge pressed against him. Proof that Jay was just as turned on by the show.
All thoughts fled his head. Moving on instinct, he pushed back, grinding against Jay’s erection, reveling in the slight sting of Jay’s fingers digging into Aaron’s hip bones.
They were so close, Aaron was enveloped in the cloud of Jay’s spicy cologne, the same scent that had driven him wild during their first meeting.
He inhaled deeply, letting it overwhelm him, then turned to meet Jay’s eyes and said the only thing he could.
“Green.”