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I focused on his hands, one wrapped around the curve of my hip while the other did god knows what in prep for whatever the hell he had planned for me. Cold liquid coated my back hole, and I shivered.
“It’s just lube,” Archer explained, unnecessarily. “I’m getting you ready for the plug I’m gonna put in this naughty, jealous little bottom.”
My cheeks burned when he called me jealous. The way he said it felt so dirty and I imagined his friends judging me. I had no time to think about it though, before there was a hunk of cold metal pressing hard against my puckered hole.
“Bear down,” he said, but I just tensed, bracing myself as it pushed past my barrier, slowly filling me, pulling my skin tight around it. I gasped as it filled me completely, the base butting up against my cheeks, filling the space between them.
It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel good, and I was hyper-aware of the picture I must be making. Archer smacked my ass hard and the sound vibrated through the room. I was sure my cheeks were purple, and when he took my hand and pulled me upright, I expected to see everyone staring at me, but nobody was. Lennon was deep in conversation with Nyla’s husband Bas, the two of them huddled together behind the bar. Jasmine and Bain were lost in their own little world, heavily engaged in a make-out session, like they were horny teenagers, and Nyla was poring over a pile of paperwork while nursing a drink in the corner booth. She looked up at me when I glanced over at her, and met my eyes with a shy, encouraging smile.
“Do you remember your safeword?” Archer whispered in my ear, pulling me close.
“Shark,” I whispered back at him.
“Any limits for public play?”
I looked at him, taking note of his hard dark eyes, and had the thought that even if I had any, I’d be tempted not to say, but I was pretty sure I didn’t. There were a few things that the thought of doing in public scared me, but also excited me just as much.
“Same limits as usual,” I squeaked.
Archer’s mouth was a flat line as he nodded and, still clutching the paper bag Nala had brought him, led me to the door that led back into the main club. Pulling it open, he looked over his shoulder. “We’ll see you all out there.”
And then, the door closed behind us, slamming shut and sealing my fate.
Archer
The club was starting to fill with people by the time we left the owners’ lounge and stepped onto the main floor. I scanned the room with my eyes, noting a number of regulars as well as a few wide-eyed, slack-jawed newcomers. None of my Rent-A-Daddy clients had arrived yet, but I knew they would. They always did, and I was certain tonight would be no different. With the exception of Lola, whose membership had been revoked when she continuously displayed a blatant disregard for personal boundaries, and Zoe who rarely came anyway, they’d be here.
They were always here, especially recently, usually ogling me, and begging me to play. Lately, I’d spent most of my time in the lounge, avoiding them completely, but that was quickly getting old. Just like everyone else, I came to The Penthouse to have a good time, not to hide out in a back room by myself. I was hoping that tonight's events would put an end to that problem, as well as a few others.
I watched Audrey as I led her across the floor of the club on my arm, and noticed the way her breath hitched when she saw a near-naked woman being led around on a leash on her hands and knees, and the way she perked with interest when a Mistress dressed in leather commanded the attention of several nearby subs. Her chest heaved when I turned sharply, directing her toward a row of padded spanking benches.
I spotted them the second we walked out. In their usual spot, drinks in hand because as desperate as they might be they weren't delusional enough to think I would suddenly say yes to playing with them when week after week I routinely said no.
Marissa, Sophie, and Ellie were dressed to the nines in their sexiest club gear, freshly manicured fake nails that were so long I could see them from where I was standing, and what looked like brazilian blowouts. They wore skimpy dresses and fuck-me stilettos and not a single one of them held a candle to Audrey even at her very worst.
Still, they would watch me all night, and when opportunity struck, they’d find an excuse to come over, dropping hints about needing a spanking or being horny. Marissa might even try to sit on my lap. That was how it normally went anyway. Tonight though, I walked to the center of the club with Audrey on my arm. I saw rather than heard the collective gasp from their table when they spotted me. It was too dim in the club to see the nuances of their facial expressions from so far away, but I had no doubt they were seething.
I glanced around the club floor, wondering where to start. It was just starting to buzz to life. The regulars were still arriving and the players were in chit chat mode catching up with friends while they sized up the night's action. Some of them would eventually play, others would be content to sip a drink and watch all night.
All of the equipment was still free. I could grab my favorite spanking bench and get an early start on the paces I planned to put Audrey through, I could take her around with me while I made the usual chit chat with our best patrons, who were no doubt just as surprised as my clients to see me here with a beautiful woman on my arm… or…
I wrapped my arm around Audrey’s waist and pulled her closer, making a beeline for my table of admirers.
They seemed to have the same thought, the three of them standing as one and strutting toward us.
“Behave, babygirl,” I whispered in Audrey’s ear, her one and only warning that I had no idea how this was going to go.
She turned her head to look at me with questions in her eyes but they reached us before she could ask or I could explain.
Marissa stepped to the front of the trio, her blue dress tight enough to appear to be painted on.
“Archer,” she purred, “I mean Daddy… who’s this? A new client?”
I heard Audrey suck in a breath and knew Marissa’s choice of words had hit their target with the misconception intended.
“Marissa,” I warned, keeping my hold on Audrey and my face trained to reveal none of the Dommy demeanor they seemed to all get off on. “We've talked about this, it's Sir or Daddy Sir, and only when we are acting within the confines of our contracted agreement. Outside of that, you may call me Archer.”
“But what if I don't want to?” She reached forward and placed her hand on my free wrist.
