Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Mitch
“You are so lucky you didn’t get caught,” Brian said, shaking his head, with what Mitch assumed was reluctant admiration.
“Would have been worth it even if we had.” Mitch grinned. The element of danger, the excitement of knowing someone could have caught them… it’s not like there had been kids in the theater. Besides, the important point was they hadn’t been. No harm, no foul.
Suppressing a smile, Kincaid shook his head. He was the only one Mitch had been a little nervous about telling. While Kincaid was incredibly tolerant of a lot of shenanigans, he was a police detective.
“Tell me you never did anything of the sort before,” Zach said, arching an eyebrow at Brian. “Also, hurry up and finish shuffling.”
Chuckling, Brian gave the cards one last shuffle before dealing them out.
As game nights went, gin rummy wasn’t exactly intensive in Mitch’s opinion, but he’d grown up in an extremely nerdy household.
Still, he liked that it didn’t require his full concentration and was easy to set up, take down, and he didn’t have to remember anything for the next time they got together.
Much easier than the games he’d grown up playing.
“I might have gotten a little handsy in a movie theater, but that was in high school.” Brian gave Mitch his stern look, one that would have sent the baby girls of Stronghold and Marquis swooning. “Maybe once in college. Not as an adult.”
“Well, I didn’t date much in high school and not at all in college, so there ya go. I’m making up for lost time.” Mitch grinned, picking his cards up from the table to sort through them.
“It might be kind of fun to try as an adult,” Zach mused, earning himself an intense look from Kincaid, he didn’t seem to notice.
Brian and Mitch both focused on their cards, pretending they hadn’t noticed, either.
Whatever was brewing between the two men seemed to be making its way to the surface more often lately.
“Anytime you want to go see a movie, just let me know,” Kincaid said silkily, using the same tone he did for submissives.
Zach went beet red, but he didn’t protest Kincaid’s flirtatious statement.
The tension in the room seemed to ratchet up another notch, and not only the sexual tension between Kincaid and Zach.
They seemed to be waiting for Brian and Mitch’s reactions.
“Are you two official now?” Brian asked.
Zach and Kincaid exchanged another look, then Zach nodded. He was still beet red but apparently, determined to see the confession through. “We’re… seeing each other. Officially.”
“Cheers!” Mitch said, lifting up his beer.
“About fucking time. What are you doing about the whole neither of you being submissive and Kincaid not being a masochist?” Zach had finally admitted he had feelings for Kincaid, which seemed like the biggest roadblock ahead of them.
Zach was a sadist. Kincaid dominated. While Kincaid could get everything he needed by dominating Zach, and Zach had always been more switchy than dominant, he was still a sadist.
“Keep playing at Stronghold and Marquis,” Kincaid said, smiling at Zach, the look in his eyes almost tender. Damn, that was cute. “There are enough unattached masochists willing to scene without a relationship. Sometimes, we’ll even pair up.”
Oh, now that was interesting. Mitch wondered exactly how that was going to work when Zach definitely had a crush on Amy. Not his business, though. He just hoped it didn’t blow up in their faces.
“Well, ten out of ten would recommend a trip to the movie theater,” Mitch said, giving them a thumbs up. Zach blushed harder, and Kincaid grinned.
“If y’all want to be in public that badly, you could sign up to be one of the stage shows at Marquis.” Brian grinned at their reactions. None of them were against some exhibitionism at the club, but being the center of attention on a stage was a step none of them had taken yet.
“I’m taking Domi to Marquis on Thursday,” Mitch said, his inflection heavy with meaning, before picking up his beer to take a sip.
“Ah, taking her back to where it all started for your third date,” Brian said, his voice going a little higher and taking on a dreamy tone. “Then you’ll take her into one of the back rooms and do filthy, depraved things to her.”
They all cracked up, and Mitch pointed his finger at Brian, winking.
“Exactly.”
Granted, he planned on making it a little more romantic than that. Even though he’d never dated much, he’d watched enough movies and his friends’ relationships to know some of the basics. He’d already talked to Freddy to get it all set up.
Domi
She couldn’t count the number of times she and Mitch had been at Marquis together, but this time felt decidedly different. Maybe because instead of wearing his leathers and nothing else, Mitch had on an actual shirt with buttons, and he’d insisted she wear a dress instead of her regular fetwear.
Granted, it was a helluva sexy dress, but it was still something she could have worn to a regular club. It did make her feel more date-like, though.
A little smile played on her lips as Mitch escorted her through the restaurant and to the stairs at the back. Third date. The sex date. At least, it better be the sex date. She was pretty much assuming it was, and she was so, so ready.
The hostess, a submissive named Tracy, escorted them to their booth, which was the same one where they’d agreed to become bondage buddies.
Domi ground to a halt, her eyes widening in surprise.
Though all the booths were gorgeous on their own, the tables were usually left mostly bare to make it easy for the servers to clear them before the show started.
They didn’t normally have flowers as a centerpiece, much less a large array of red roses in a crystal vase.
Beaming at them, Tracy winked at Domi before walking away, leaving her feeling somewhat bemused.
“For me?” Domi asked, giving Mitch’s hand a squeeze. “But how are you going to throw me on the table to have your wicked way with me?”
His dark chuckle stirred her insides.
“Who says I’m going to have you on the table? Patience, Domi Darling.” He patted her ass, far too gently, directing her into the booth.
Grr. Patience was the last thing she was feeling.
More like wet, hot, and ready for action.
Other than at the movie theater, she hadn’t had an orgasm since they started dating—cruel and unusual punishment.
Still, she was a good girl and scooted into her seat without protesting because she knew damn well being a bad girl was only going to delay her reward.
Dinner was delicious and completely unerotic, with Mitch acting like a proper gentleman, much to her annoyance. She was pretty sure he was just doing it to get under her skin, so she did her best to hide it… and also tease him back.
Putting her hand on his leg while they were ordering dinner, fingers massaging his thigh and moving closer to his groin until he covered her hand with his own and asked how Ana’s arm was doing.
Made sure to lean into him, giving him a good view down the front of her dress.
Licking the bearnaise sauce from her steak off her fork enticingly, drawing his attention to her mouth. His wicked grin demonstrated his appreciation for her efforts, but that was all. Dammit.
The server came by to clear the table, leaving them with the roses on the table. Domi eyed them a little anxiously.
“Aren’t those going to get in the way?”
“Nope. I told you, you need to be patient. We’re not having sex on the table.”
Domi narrowed her eyes. “But this is the sex date.”
“Is it?” he asked innocently, then laughed when she glared at him. “We’re going to one of the private rooms, Domi. I booked us a stay for the night.”
She blinked, her lips dropping open in surprise. The rooms were incredibly expensive, and a stay in them was not part of the general membership.
“You did?” Her voice squeaked, then she glanced down at her dress in dismay. “But… You didn’t tell me! I didn’t bring clothes for tomorrow! What about—”
Mitch put his finger to her lips, hushing her. She pressed them together, stifling the urge to bite him.
“Rae packed a bag for you, and I dropped it off earlier today, along with mine. They’re waiting for us in our room. You’re all set. Just sit back and enjoy the show.”
As if he’d timed it, the lights dimmed with his last sentence. Squirming in her seat, Domi thought fuck it, and bit his finger. Hard.
Chuckling and seemingly impervious to her teeth, Mitch tugged his finger away from her and pulled her against him.
“Naughty girl,” he whispered in her ear, his fingers stroking oh so gently down her arm, sending goosebumps crawling along her skin. “I was going to play with you, but now we’re just going to watch the show.”
Dammit.
Mitch
Naughty Domi. Mitch could hardly wait to get her back to their playroom. The anticipation was killing him, but it was also hot as hell. Maybe he was a bit of a masochist… or so sadistic, he even enjoyed torturing himself? Either seemed possible.
In the dim light, two men and a woman walked out.
Of course, Mitch recognized them from Stronghold—there were a few polygamous relationships at the club, but these three were there the most often.
Jessica went to the middle of the stage, waiting for her two husbands, Masters Justin and Chris.
They were all friends with Master Andrew and the club owners.
Beside Mitch, Domi stirred with interest, leaning forward.
“What?” he murmured questioningly. The three got set up, a long chain descending from the ceiling right above Jessica’s head.
“I didn’t realize they’d both be here with her,” Domi whispered back, sounding fascinated. Sudden understanding swept through Mitch, along with a wave of jealousy. Did Domi like the idea of being shared? Was that something she wanted to try?
It wasn’t an uncommon fantasy, neither was sharing in other ways. Hell, last year Mitch had enjoyed a seriously hot scene, erotically torturing a submissive while her husband watched, for his pleasure. He hadn’t thought about sharing Domi. Now that he was, he wasn’t sure he wanted to.
Still, if it was something she wanted to try, shouldn’t he provide that for her as her Dom?
Or should he protest it vehemently as her boyfriend?
A few months ago, he would have happily arranged a scene for her and found someone he trusted.
Not Brian, of course, since Brian had a thing for her best friend.
Kincaid probably. Or Zach. Though now that they were officially together, that was probably out of the question unless he wanted to invite both of them in…
His brain balked at the idea of two more penises being involved. One more was bad enough.
Onstage, either Justin or Chris—both of similar build and coloring, so it was hard to tell them apart when their backs were turned—took Jessica’s robe, leaving her completely naked, while the other stepped forward a moment later to lift her hands above her head and attach the cuffs around her wrists to the hook at the end of the chain above her.
With her hair in a high bun, abundant curves on display, chin lifted in anticipation, she looked both vulnerable and excited as the lights brightened to their full display, and a throbbing bass filled the room. The music was low but audible, there to enhance the scene rather than distract from it.
Justin and Chris prowled around her, touching her with their hands, leaning down to whisper things in her ears. A tweaked nipple and a little slap on her ass, both eliciting little gasps that could be heard above the music.
Domi took a deep, shuddering breath.
“Does the idea of two men turn you on?” Mitch whispered in her ear, his fingers stroking her midriff over the silky material of her dress.
She turned her head slightly toward him, giving him an arch look.
“Two of you? I can barely handle one. I don’t know how she does it.” Domi shook her head, making her curls bounce.
Feeling slightly reassured, Mitch couldn’t stop his mind from working in the background while Justin and Chris stepped back from Jessica and went to retrieve identical floggers.
One behind her, one in front, at a nod from Justin, they raised their arms and let the leather strands fall, striking her breasts and her ass simultaneously. Domi sucked in a quick breath.
Watching the flogging, thinking about how he was going to alter his plans for Domi after this, Mitch reached to tease her breasts through her dress.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, allowing him to use the silky material to rub against her hardening nipples, teasing her without giving her any of the pain or satisfaction she’d be craving.
His cock throbbed in time with the music, pulse racing with the floggers while the erotic tableau in front of them heated up.
Jessica was moaning, crying out, thrusting her ass back and her breasts forward for punishment.
Domi’s body moved in sympathy with the tormented submissive.
She’d be craving the punishment, and Mitch could tell his gentle caresses were frustrating her more than anything else.
Smiling sadistically, he began to give a little of what she needed… but only a little. Harder pinches to her nipples interspersed between the other caresses. Tiny twists, then right back to the gentle massage, his hands plumping her breasts.
He didn’t touch her pussy at all.
By the time Justin and Chris let their floggers drop, walking up to Jessica and sandwiching her between them, Domi was practically on Mitch’s lap.
Her hand reached down to grip his cock, likely thinking rubbing him through his pants would make him change his mind about doing her on the table.
Justin and Chris pumped into Jessica’s pussy and ass, filling her completely, while she cried out between them.
Watching them while Domi gripped his erection from the exterior of his pants, giving enough pressure and stimulation to make his balls tighten, Mitch had to pull her hand away or else embarrass himself.
The music came to a crescendo, encouraging the voyeurs to join the trio on stage in erotic culmination.
“Please,” Domi begged, turning her head toward him.
Instead of answering, Mitch caught her lips in a kiss, keeping hold of her hands and pushing them behind her back to capture her in place. She whimpered and opened for him, kissing him back desperately.
When they came up for air, the music was fading away, and the trio on stage was leaving, but Mitch didn’t bother looking at them.
“Skip dessert and go check out our room?” he asked in a low voice.
“Yes, please, Sir.”