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“Room six, if that’s what you’re here to see.”
It was too loud to talk effectively, though, so I kept quiet and held on to Luke’s hand as he pulled me toward a hallway lined with closed doors. He came to the sixth one and knocked, waiting only a few seconds before opening it and gesturing inside. “What do you think?” he asked.
Inside, there was a slim, dark-haired man on his elbows and knees on top of a big plastic-wrapped rug, with another man directly behind him, elbow deep in his ass. I stopped in thedoorway, shock jolting me still. Loud music bounced off the walls of the room, and yet the sound of grunts and heavy breathing rattled from the same speakers.
Luke gripped my arm and pulled me back, speaking directly into my ear so I could hear him over the noise from the main area of the club and Room Six, too. “Have you ever seen someone get fisted?”
I shook my head.
“That’s Curtis,” he said pointing out the heavier, brunet guy with his hand buried in his partner’s ass. “And that’s Ryan.”
“Oh.”
Luke shut the door on the scene. “We don’t have to watch,” he reassured me, squeezing my hand. “It’s up to you what we do. I’d wanted to ask Ryan to help us out with a favor, but I didn’t know he’d be deep in a scene so early in the night.”
My heart pounded, and I felt a little dizzy. I wasn’t sure if it was with fear or lust, or confusion. I only knew I was overloaded. Stupidly, I asked, “What’d you want to talk to him about?”
Luke pushed some stray hair off my forehead and trailed his fingers down my cheek, gazing into my eyes, trying to read me. It was shadowy in the hall, and I wasn’t sure how much of my expression he could see. His face was a dark blob haloed in shiny blond. “Last week at Knox Supplies & News, you mentioned a friend of yours wanted to learn to Dom.”
Right. I’d told him about Windy’s desire. I’d almost forgotten, but Luke hadn’t.
“Ryan’s an experienced sub. He could teach him the ropes.”
“But aren’t they…” I didn’t know if I should ask. It wasn’t my business.
“Are you asking if Curtis and Ryan are a monogamous couple?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Not at all. Ryan’s between Doms right now. He’s looking for someone regular and steady. Curtis’s a stopgap, from what I’ve heard. They play hardcore, as you saw, but they aren’t committed.”
I turned from Luke, opened the door to the room again, and stared inside to where Ryan was groaning, face red and slick with sweat, and I imagined Windy where Curtis was now. Hand shoved in Ryan’s ass, a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Let’s go find another room,” Luke urged. “Or we can dance, or head home. Whatever you want.”
“No, let’s stay.” Bald curiosity had me in its grip. “I want to watch.”
Luke’s brows did a small dance, and in the shadows of the club, I couldn’t be sure if he was happy with my response or not. Whatever the case, Luke tugged me through and shut the door behind us. He led me to a front row seat and guided me down beside him.
The music pounded through the room’s speakers—some sort of heavy metal—but microphones were set up next to the play space. Curtis and Ryan’s words, grunts, and slick sex noises broke through the hard guitar and drums.
“There you go, sweets,” Curtis said. “Just ride that for a minute. Feel that stretch.”
Ryan gently moved forward and back on his hands and knees, screwing himself on the man’s forearm. He groaned, trembling all over, and his soft cock drooled fluid onto the plastic-covered rug.
There were a few other occupied seats holding a couple of lone men with their dicks out, slowly jerking and watching. They seemed almost sleepy about it, like they’d been there a long time and hadn’t seen what they’d come to see, but hoped it’d show up any second. They weren’t even keeping rhythm with the music.
I gaped at the scene in front of me, a tumble of feelings rolling around inside. Horror, fascination, lust, and fear. Would Luke wantme to take his fist in public like this Ryan guy? I suddenly knew with certainty that I didn’t want that.
In fact, I didn’t think I wanted to take a fist at all.
I’d been open to the idea when Luke mentioned it because it sounded painful and hot, but now, watching it happen right in front of my face, I didn’t want anything to do with it. Fisting seemed impossible even though I could plainly see it was not. The plug in my ass was plenty big enough.
“Sir,” I whispered, feeling that the two of us were also in a scene so long as we were in this place. “Do you want us to play like that?”
Luke said, “Only if you get off on that idea.”
I chewed my bottom lip, watching as Curtis scooped a bunch more Crisco oil from a can and applied it to his arm and fist. Ryan’s waiting ass was gaping immensely, open and hungry, and more than a little terrifying.
