Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Spencer

As soon as we arrived at Edge, West and I made our way to the bar. Typically, that was where we would start our evenings at the club. I leaned against the bar top and looked around the club as we waited for the bartender. There were some familiar faces, but a lot of new ones as well.

“It’s like we’ve been gone for so long.” West’s comment echoed my thoughts.

“Looks like a lot of new faces,” I said quietly.

“Hey, guys, long time no see!” Ronald, the bartender, said as he came over to us. “I thought you might have moved or something.”

“No, we’re still around,” West replied.

“We’ve been busy with work,” I added.

“Makes sense, makes sense.” Ronald nodded and smiled. “Gotta pay the bills, right?”

“Exactly,” I agreed.

“Well, what can I get for you two?”

“I’ll take a water,” I answered, then gestured to West.

“Just a Coke.”

“Coming right up.”

Moments later, Ronald set two glasses on coasters that bore Edge’s logo on them in front of us.

“Thanks, man,” West said as he picked up his glass and sipped from it.

“Anytime. Have a good night, guys.”

“Thank you,” I said as I wrapped my hand around the glass.

West and I took our drinks over to a high-top, pub-style table. In silence, we surveyed the room of club-goers. With so many new faces, I knew it would be a challenge to negotiate a play session with someone unfamiliar to us. We would have better luck with someone we already knew, and possibly someone who had previously played with us.

“So what’s your preference tonight, Spence?” West asked.

“I think a new face will pose more of a challenge tonight.”

“I agree.” West paused to take a sip from his glass. “So?”

“I’m open to female or male,” I answered.

“Are we looking more for impact play, or are we doing the nurturing daddy thing tonight?”

“Both.” I took a long drink of water and then added, “If at all possible.”

“Spence, three quarters of these people are new to us.”

“I don’t care.” I drained the rest of my water and set the empty glass on the table.

“We hardly get to come here anymore,” West reminded me.

“Exactly. We can’t lower our standards or put our needs to the side. We aim for both but negotiate down if needed.”

“Alright. I’ll follow your lead tonight.”

As we made our way to the social area of the main floor, I spotted some friends of ours seated on a couch. David, Steph, and Hugh saw us and waved us over. I smiled and gestured with my head, acknowledging their invitation. David and Hugh were both tops, and Steph was David’s submissive and wife. Hugh was single, and from our interactions with him, it seemed that he kept all his topping activities in the club. West and I received handshakes from Hugh and David, while Steph hugged both of us.

“Where have you guys been?” David asked as West and I sat across from them.

“We were traveling the globe and visiting exotic places,” West teased.

I added the more honest response of, “We’ve been working a lot. Several weekends out of town.” Vail and Aspen easily counted as being out of town.

“It’s good seeing you both,” Hugh said.

“It’s good to be in the club again,” I replied as I glanced around the room.

“Yeah, it’s good to be back. Though, I have to say, it’s almost unrecognizable,” West said quietly.

“There are a ton of new people since you guys were last here,” David admitted.

“We often joke about how the university must be doing a course on kink or something like that. There’s been a surge of college-aged kids that have joined,” Hugh said.

“Must be the new trend,” Steph said as she shrugged her shoulders.

“All of the newbies have been polite and nice to talk to,” Hugh told us.

“Even if few know the difference between a crop and a strap,” David mumbled.

“Again, they’re all exceptionally nice and tame,” Steph said.

“Very tame. Almost too tame. Sometimes I feel like I need to close the door when Steph and I are in one of the rooms. As if I might traumatize one of them.”

“Most of them are wallflowers and just shy, I think,” Steph added.

“Or voyeurs?” I offered.

“Few of them will actually play, which is fine. To each their own.” Hugh picked up a glass from the coffee table and took a sip of the dark liquid. “I think most of the new members are lookie-loos.”

David and Steph nodded. “The ones who do play are very mild for the most part, but there are some exceptions,” David expressed.

“Mmm.” I looked at Hugh as he made a noise to get our attention while his mouth was full of liquid. He set the glass down and said, “Like that Sky kid.”

Steph nodded again and looked at her husband. “Oh yeah. He definitely plays. Isn’t his name Skyler?” she asked.

“It is. The guy seems to be tightly wound and plays intensely,” David murmured. “He’s quiet, though.”

“Is he a top?” West asked.

“I’ve only seen him bottom,” Hugh replied. “He’s kind of a ghost.”

“He doesn’t stick around after sessions either,” David added.

West and I wouldn’t be playing with the guy. We required that our play partners at least hung around long enough to have a non-alcoholic drink with us, so we could make sure they were doing okay.

“Incoming,” David said as he looked over my shoulder. I knew better than to look, though.

Steph reached for her glass on the coffee table and mumbled, “Mhmm.”

Hugh laughed out loud and then attempted to cover it up by quickly coughing and reaching for his drink. Just as he brought the glass to his mouth, a young woman dressed in a frilly hot-pink ballerina skirt and black tank top stopped by the coffee table. Her hair matched the bright skirt, and for a moment I felt as though I were at a rave or Halloween party. Furry bright pink cuffs dangled loosely from her wrists.

“Hello there,” she said to West. Her voice was energetic and bordered on high-pitched. I was instantly annoyed by the sound of it because I felt like it was fake.

“Hello,” West politely replied.

“I’m Mitzi, and I’m sure I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new?”

West conversed with the young lady, as I focused on Mitzi’s furry cuffs. Were they just for show and part of the outfit? I couldn’t see anything metal, such as a D ring or other fasteners. But while I glanced at the cuffs, such that they were, I noticed her dramatic footwear. At first, I didn’t think she had shoes on, but on closer examination, I realized I was wrong. She wore what looked like clear acrylic shoes with chunky blocks for heels. I looked at David, Hugh, and Steph to see if West and I were being punked.

“No, not new. I just haven’t been to the club in a while,” West divulged.

“Ohhh, so you’re seasoned,” she chirped.

“Yep.”

“And you know what you’re doing?” she asked.

“I promise, I do,” West replied.

“Care to show me?” Mitzi’s voice had dropped from the high-pitched noise to an attempt at sounding seductive. Was this girl for real?

“We might not be compatible. I might be into different things,” West explained as he continued talking to her.

“No, I’m sure I would be into whatever you’re into. In fact, I bet we’re even close in age.”

“Really? How old are you, Mitzi?” I want to slug West for continuing to engage with this girl. Clearly, she was here for the novelty.

“I’m twenty-two.” The annoying high-pitched tone was back.

“Either you’re a very bad guess of ages or I just look really young. I’m thirty-five, sweetheart.”

Mitzi clapped rapidly and twisted from side to side, waiting for West to jump at the chance to have a session with her. She must be used to the attention elsewhere. But when West didn’t say anything else, she prompted him.

“Sooo?”

“What?”

“So don’t you want to maybe slip into a private room and show me all your dommy-domness?”

This girl cannot be for real.

“I’m a top, not a dommy, as you call it.”

Despite West nonchalantly putting her in her place, this girl continued. “Okay. Well, want to top me or show me what you’re into?”

“I’m into threes.” West gestured his thumb toward me. “This is Spencer. We make up two of the three, and we’re into impact play,” West simply put it.

“Ohhh, two of you?” Her eyes lit up.

“Yes.”

“And what a coincidence! I’m also into threesomes and impact play.” It grated on my nerves the way she giggled when she said impact play.

“What kind of impact play do you like? Or what are you interested in from Spencer and me?”

I could have killed West for seriously starting to negotiate something with this girl. She was all for show and just hanging out in the club for whatever trend was going on in her circle of friends.

Suddenly shy, Mitzi whispered, “Spankies,” as she put her hands behind her back. She lowered her head but looked at West and murmured, “I’ve been a bad girl and need two toppers to give me spankies.”

Hugh coughed, stood, and walked away without another word. His coughing sounded forced, and I knew he was trying to stifle laughter. I looked at Steph, whose mouth was tightly closed as she focused on a loose thread on the side of David’s pants. It was obvious that this girl was a mess and was desperate for attention. Attention seekers in this environment were a danger to themselves. I looked at West when he bumped the back of his hand against my knee. I raised my eyebrow at him, unsure what he was expecting me to say.

“What do you say, Spence?”

Both of my eyebrows shot up at his question. Had he seriously asked me if I was interested in this?

I continued to stare at him as he asked, “Should we go discipline Miss Mitzi?”

I looked at West for a long moment before asking, “Are you sure that’s what you’d like to do tonight?”

West glanced around the room, and when we made eye contact again, he nodded. I sighed and took a deep breath. I gestured with my hand, letting him know to lead the way.

“Have fun,” David said as West and I stood. I smiled at David and Steph before I followed West and Mitzi through the main room.

We went down the hallway, and Mitzi screeched and clapped her hands immaturely when she saw that there was an unoccupied room. Goody. Each room had a door that could be closed for privacy; however, I felt better keeping the door open for tonight. I didn’t believe Mitzi was very experienced with this kind of play, and I would rather she not feel locked up and trapped in a room with us.

I walked to the counter where various toys and other items were laid out. Each room had some for people to use, but everyone was asked to clean them before and after use. While Mitzi went on and on about how badly she behaved and how she hoped we’d punish her well, I surveyed our options.

Dragon tail, far too advanced for her.

Ball gag, this had possibilities.

Blindfold, no.

Metal wrist cuffs would traumatize her. Plus, she’d probably screech if we took off her fluffy ones.

Wooden paddle, too real.

“Okay, what are your hard limits, Mitzi?” West asked.

I stepped away from the counter and joined them as we went over the bits of safety.

“Mmm, nothing really,” she said.

West and I looked at one another. This girl didn’t know what she was doing here, and if she wasn’t careful, she’d end up getting herself in a bad situation.

“Everyone has some limit. You don’t have any limits, though?” West asked.

Mitzi was quiet now, but shook her head as she tugged on her ballerina skirt.

“Can you think of anything you’re not interested in doing tonight?” Asking what she wasn’t in the mood for would at least give us a decent idea of what we were working with.

“Hmm…” She bent down and unbuckled her acrylic shoes while she thought.

“Penetration of any kind?” West asked.

“No, just spankies.” Mitzi was suddenly confident with this response.

“You only want Spencer and me to spank you, correct?”

“Yes. Oh! And call me ‘babydoll.’”

Mitzi was in desperate need of a lesson on topping from the bottom and how to never do that. At this point, the evening was lost to me, and I was just going to do my part to give the poor girl what she wanted. This wouldn’t be a true power exchange, since she already had it all orchestrated. I knew West was most likely feeling the same way I was, and we weren’t going to focus on our needs with her. I tried hard not to let myself buy into the disappointment I felt about the evening being a bust.

“What’s your safe word, babydoll?”

“Red! I read about this part in books. Red!”

“Red is the safe word.” West repeated the word she had selected.

“Red will be the word you use if you want to stop. Once it’s spoken, all play will cease,” I said while Mitzi and I looked at one another.

I sat on the black leather sofa that was in the center of the room, with my back against the armrest. I propped one of my legs on the cushion and stretched it across the seat while West took the lead. I enjoyed watching West so much that my dick was getting hard as he positioned Mitzi. He purposely positioned her so that I would be able to watch her face and keep an eye out for any signs that she needed to slow down. Mitzi leaned her forearms on the arm of the sofa and smiled at me.

“Mitzi, your behavior was very disappointing this semester,” West stated as he slowly paced behind her. “The dean and I were extremely disappointed when we learned you had cheated on your exam in my class.”

Mitzi smiled and dropped her head to giggle. She quickly composed herself and raised her head to look at me. For some reason, my serious expression made her laugh again.

“Sorry. It’s just making me laugh to be in this frilly dress and one of you is a pretend teacher and a dean.” She shook her head and burst out laughing again. “Okay, sorry.” She cleared her throat and then forced a serious expression onto her face.

“Perhaps she needs some cool air, West.”

“Good idea. Let’s get these panties out of the way.” West pulled her panties down, which instantly turned her cheeks bright red. “Not surprised at all that these are soaked. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Um, I’m sorry,” Mitzi replied.

“You find the dean so attractive that you come to collect your punishment with soaked panties?” West asked.

Mitzi’s eyes moved from side to side as she tried to come up with something clever to say. She jumped as West’s hand slapped against her bare ass, but she didn’t attempt to move away. West gave her a four more swats before she spoke up.

“Wait,” she mumbled.

I glanced over her head at West.

“Wait? Do you mean ‘red’?” West asked for clarity.

“Do you need to stop?” I asked.

“No, I’m all good.” Mitzi turned her head and looked over her shoulder at West. “Is my ass red?”

“It’s getting there.”

“Cool.”

“May I continue now?” West raised a brow.

This was ridiculous. There really hadn’t been any connectivity in the first place, but if there was any, it was completely shot now.

“Yes. Please carry on.”

It was absolutely ludicrous that we were still in this room. What a waste of an evening. West spanked her two more times before she said, “Wait.”

Mitzi stood up, reached into her black tank top, and pulled out her cell phone. I raised my eyebrow as I looked at West when she started messing with the phone. West rubbed his hand over his face and then looked at me. He pointed to his chest and mouthed, “My fault,” owning up to the mistake he made by negotiating anything with this girl. I nodded in agreement.

“Would you guys mind if I did a live feed of our session for the subscribers of my video fan feed?”

Stunned. I was simply stunned speechless by this clueless girl.

“We mind. That’s beyond inappropriate.” West’s reply was quick and firm.

“This is good stuff, though,” she whined.

“No,” West said flatly.

“Come on; I’ll suck your dick if you let me prop the phone up to record the spanking for my fans.”

Her offer repulsed me.

“No,” West repeated.

“Can you at least get some pics of my red ass?”

“Red is a good word,” I said as I stood. “I’m going to use it and end this game.”

“Excellent idea, Spence. Our time is up, Mitzi.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“I’m afraid so. We’re not here to be videoed and put up on your accounts as entertainment for your friends. Maybe have one of your friends record you,” I suggested.

“Fine. Whatever.”

West and I followed Mitzi to the doorway, and as she huffed out of the room, I noticed a large group of spectators that had amassed in the hallway to watch the three of us. David and Steph were among the group, and they smiled at me. There were a handful of other familiar faces who seemed to be supporting West and me and our decision to end the session with Mitzi. There were also a fair number of younger people in the crowd who vocalized their disappointment that there wouldn’t be a show.

I closed the door to the room to give us a few minutes of privacy and to let the crowd disperse. With my hands on my waist, I turned to face West. His hands were clasped behind his neck in obvious frustration.

“That didn’t go very well, did it?”

I laughed while shaking my head as I gazed into his eyes. “No, it didn’t. But, for what it’s worth, even though it was just for a few minutes, I thoroughly enjoyed watching you spank her,” I told him.

West laughed and took a step toward me to close the gap between us. “Good, I’m glad. And for what it’s worth, I owe you one for going along with that mess for as long as you did.”

I nodded and grinned at him. “Yes. Yes, you do owe me,” I teased. I took a fistful of his shirt and pulled him close enough that I could feel his warm breath. “Now you can make it up to me,” I murmured as I closed my eyes.

Our mouths erased the space between us, and our tongues fought for dominance. This was very typical for West and me. When playing with others, he and I shared topping our partner. But when it was just us, we’d switch off the dominant role. And the one surefire way to tell who won the fight for dominance was with our mouths and tongues.

Sometimes it turned into a full-on brawl with neither of us relenting easily. But tonight, West didn’t prolong it. At first, his tongue acted like it was going to put up a fight, but then he relaxed and deferred to me.

Without breaking contact with his mouth, I put a hand on his shoulder and carefully guided him back to the couch. When he had nowhere left to go, we pried our mouths apart, and he willingly took a seat. I stared down at him as he undid my pants and pulled my firm cock from my boxer briefs.

“Wow. Got stiff for Mitzi, huh?” he joked as he moved his mouth toward my dick.

West knew better than to think that anything about that girl got me going. He knew we fed off watching one another. But just in case, I intended to set him straight on that little detail. I ran my hand through his hair and tugged on a clump of strands. West’s head tilted backward so he was forced to look up at me. The motion was gentle enough that it didn’t pull his mouth away from my shaft.

“For the record, any firmness of my dick is from watching you, West.” I carefully pulled his hair back a bit more so that his mouth came off my dick.

“I know,” he answered.

I guided his mouth back to my cock and kept my grip on his hair. “And don’t you ever forget it.”

I drove my cock deeper into his mouth, until his nose was pressed against the bare skin of my lower abdomen. I leaned my head back and enjoyed West’s mouth as it moved over the length of my cock. For a few moments, I stared at the black painted ceiling before I eventually let my eyelids close. I loved the fact that West knew all the right buttons to push without me ever having to say anything to him. Things with West were uncomplicated and simple.

He understood what I wanted.

He understood my desires.

He understood my needs.

He understood me .

And because he knew me inside and out, life with West was as perfect and fulfilling as I could ever want or need.

Well, almost perfect.

There was one void that loomed heavily over us. We both wanted a permanent third. But searching for the perfect person to be part of us had been frustrating and nearly maddening. And nights like this reminded us how much we craved that additional person and how seemingly impossible it would be to find them.