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We turn in tandem to watch two women, clad in nothing but strips of silk with black leather accessories, stride past us and disappear down one of the hallways toward the private rooms. There’s smoke in the air that winds around people dancing, women tossing long hair over their shoulders, men jerking their hips.
It’s all bare skin dripping with sweat. Dripping with life. Vitality. Energy.
It makes me dizzy.
“So you put us in the splash zone?” I joke, my lip curling.
Taney grins. “Trust me on this. He’s fabulous.”
“What’s his name?”
“Um…I think he goes by a stage name, but I can’t remember it right now.”
Enter our nameless Dom, striding across the stage wearing only a black thong strung across his hips and giving the audience a very good idea of what he’s packing. His muscled chest is bare and also covered in oil, and unlike some of the dancers and patrons, he’s not wearing a mask.
Judging from his profile, he has the type of face that should be chiseled in stone and commemorated. Sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, an equally proud nose. Long dark hair flows from a dramatic widow’s peak and frames his face, his eyes dark and filled with challenge.
Black-and-green tattoos in a tribal pattern decorate his neck and his shoulders. He’s got leather cuffs around his wrists but I’m willing to bet they hide more patterns. Rather than detract, the designs only add to his charisma.
Taney is right again.
He’s fine fine fine. And doesn’t he know it, too?
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His giant egois evident in every stride he takes, prowling toward one of the meeker looking girls dancing on the stage. She gives a yelp when she sees him eyeing her.
He grabs her by the back of the neck and bends her over in front of him, her legs straight and her ass arched up for his scrutiny.
Taney shivers at my side. Her attention is glued to the stage.
A certain low burn kindles between my legs, like the ghost of the orgasm I lost earlier today.
While the audience watches breathlessly—me among them—the nameless Dom who looks only a few years older than me peels the woman’s underwear down. It pools at her knees and he turns her ass to the crowd to show them how wet she is already.
The woman locks her knees, arching her hips as the Dom slides two fingers inside of her, then a third, working her until she starts to shake.
As much as I usually hate watching a man dominate a woman this way, I’m captivated. By the inked swirls of tattoos and the play of golden light across his pale skin, by the fall of his black hair. By the way he moves.
He’s a predator, pure and simple.
Yet for some reason he’s hooked me through my lady parts.
In the next heartbeat, the nameless Dom has got his dick out and his hand strokes up and down the length of his massive erection. He shoves the black thong aside, drawing a foil-wrapped condom from it and sliding it inch by tantalizing inch down his length. The audience holds its breath collectively, watching him slide his dick along the woman’s dripping slit, especially the bulbous head of that already-hard cock before he shoves it into the submissive woman panting in front of him.
No real foreplay and no warning.
He grabs her around the waist and shifts both of them so that their sides face the audience and we’re able to watch every slow thrust. Every punishing jerk of the Dom’s hips as he enters her again.
Again.
Again.
There are chairs on the stage for more play, and the meek woman has no choice but to hold on to the back of one as the Dom pumps into her, hard enough to have her eyes roll back in her head from pleasure.
He’s why the place is filled tonight.
