Page 45 of Whirlwind

Chapter 3

Micah

Micah’s thoughts were a whirl. He was perched on the lap of a man who he barely knew, on display for a circle of strangers. He’d only come in expecting a drink but this, this was mind boggling.

Part of him wanted to slow it down, just have a minute to think.

It wasn’t quite true, though, that he didn’t know Eric. They’d talked for what seemed like hours, slipping out of their roles of sub and Dom and genuinely getting to know each other.

He liked Eric a lot.

He liked Master Eric, too.

He also realized that he trusted him.

He would have done a scene with him without the conversation, based on trust in the organization and a good vibe. But now it felt like the trust was built on more.

When Eric had slid back into Dom mode, he was ready. He could give up control, and he felt more secure and desirable than he ever had before.

But three, no four, more strangers… what would that mean? The thought was terrifying and exhilarating. If anything went wrong, he’d be completely at their mercy.

On the other hand, if everything went right, he’d be completely at their mercy… and fulfilling one of his favorite fantasies.

He studied the men in front of him. One of them was towering and muscular, everything his mind conjured when he thought of a Dom. He seemed to be of mixed ancestry, perhaps African and European, and he was dressed in a well-tailored suit that he might have worn to work.

He certainly liked the idea of bending over for all that composed strength. But perhaps because the man was such a perfect specimen, he wasn’t as interesting to Micah right now.

The next one was white, with short cropped blond hair, a goatee, and green eyes. He seemed to be dressed for the club, with black leather pants and a tight black shirt.

He must be the trans one, though Micah couldn’t remember his name. Collectively they were Ben and Parker, though he couldn’t recall which was which. In all of Eric’s stories, their two names were together: the two Doms who liked to play practical jokes and engage in weird competitions. Eric also believed that they were interested in each other but didn’t know how to make a move.

Seeing them together, knowing that the perfect-looking, hulking cis-guy was gone for the trans man, did a lot to raise his confidence.

The shorter one, Master Parker maybe, held himself with such confidence and coiled strength, that there could be no doubting his dominance. Micah’s eyes flicked down to his pants, which bulged dangerously. It must be a strap-on that he was wearing so confidently. Would that silicon cock be inside him soon?

Then the other couple drew his eyes. The Dom wasn’t particularly tall or striking. He certainly wasn’t weak, though his wiry muscles seemed to be built from physical labor rather than a gym.

His hands were rough and a bit dirty—like he worked with some material or dye that wouldn’t wash off even with strong soap. He wore an air of command as easily as he breathed, though he was easily the smallest of the four men.

Which made the sub at his feet all the more surprising. The man was big. Huge. He was thick in every direction, both with an extra layer of fat and the muscles bulging beneath it. Micah wouldn’t be surprised if he could easily lift the man at whose feet he knelt.

He was also wearing white, lacy panties that did nothing to conceal his bulging, erect cock. A white hair clip, like a flower, held back his shoulder length hair. Around his neck was a delicate, white collar with a few glistening diamonds.

He kept his eyes down, but when his Dom stepped closer to him, he leaned into the touch. The Dom gently stroked his hair and he nuzzled up toward the hand. It was a small movement, barely noticeable, but the trust and adoration in the movement was evident.

It was that little movement that decided him. If this huge, hulking man could trust the others to appreciate and respect him in those lacy underwear, Micah could trust them with his own difficult body.

He also knew that if he turned this down, he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

Master Eric seemed to recognize that he’d looked his fill and started caressing Micah’s body again. He pinched Micah’s nipples, and his hands left dizzyingly erotic trails in their wake.

Micah knew that he was squirming and whimpering in front of his audience, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

If anything, it turned him on even more.

Those three dominating sets of eyes, burning into him and taking in every gasp, were more erotic than anything he’d imagined.

The kneeling sub on the floor kept his head down, but Micah could see his eyes following Master Eric’s hand as it swept up his inner thigh and then squeezed his cock. The large sub licked his lips.