Chapter 26

“We’re goingto give Tucker and Pat a ride, Sir. Is that ok?” I asked after Wes said his last goodbye of the evening.

He turned to me, an endearing smile lighting up his face. “Of course. Where did they run off to?”

“They’re right outside. I told them to wait while I asked.” And they’re also telling the driver the plan so we can surprise Wes.

I left that extra bit out. He didn’t need to know anything before it was time.

In the back of the town car, Tucker talked endlessly about the evening, the food, and some of the funny moments we’d all witnessed. It was the perfect distraction for us all as the car wove through the dark city night.

It was only when we came to a stop that our location registered for the man beside me. “You guys not going home?”

“Nope,” Tucker singsonged. “And I’m not sure you are either.”

Since Wes was by the door, he startled as the driver opened it to let us all out. We all had to use the same door thanks to the busy traffic on the other side of the car.

Once we were all free, Patrick tugged on Tucker’s hand. “Come on. I need to talk to the front desk first.”

Tucker winked at me, then trotted after him. “See you!”

The driver shut the door behind me. Wes watched him walk around the car, and a minute later drive away. He still didn’t speak.

“If you’re not comfortable with me going inside, I’ll understand. But if you’ve been hesitant because of me, if you’ve been waiting, you don’t need to anymore. I want to see what it’s like. To experience it all with you. If you’ll let me.”

“I don’t want you to feel pressured,” he rushed to say. “It’s not that I don’t want to. You can’t unsee what goes on in here. And if I triggered you in any way, I don”t think I’d be able to forgive myself.”

“Then let me work on the forgiveness. I know what this means. Tucker and the others in Princess Aster’s friend group made it very clear to me how this could go if I kept an open mind. And this is me, here now, with an open mind ready for you to show me your world.”

I watched him examine me for another long minute. Whatever he found gave him the go ahead he needed. Fingers laced tightly with mine, he led us inside past the bouncers and the line of patrons waiting for entry.

Once we crossed the entryway, it was utter chaos. Bodies writhed everywhere as club music played. There was a bar in the distance, which I quickly turned away from. While I didn’t often go out for drinks before when I was at my worst, I didn’t want to tempt any nostalgia from forming.

“We just need to get through the main area. Stick close to me.” He had to shout to be heard over the party around us.

I did as he asked, chasing him as he led us to a hallway that was heavily guarded. The men gave us a nod, then allowed us to move past. A door at the end led into an office. Patrick and Tucker were waiting inside.

“Yay! I knew you’d convince him to come,” Tucker greeted from his spot on Patrick’s lap.

The other man chuckled as he tapped Tucker’s leg. They stood slowly, then came our way.

Patrick handed me a stack of forms. “Even though you’re a friend, I need you to fill out the basic forms. NDA, safety waiver, and visitor log. Nothing done here gets shared with the outside world. That”s the beauty of a club like ours. Your privacy is guaranteed.”

“He’s right. We keep everyone in check with these,” Tucker added as he waved at the clipboard I held.

I filled it out quickly since I was eager to get to the next section. I had no clue what awaited. I only knew it was going to change my world. Change our world, really, since Wes and I were in this together.

“All done.” I handed over the stack. Patrick read through it and grinned.

“This will be interesting.” He drops the papers on his desk. “The main things you need to know: 1) Stick with Weston at all times. He is your guide and mentor moving forward. 2) If you feel uncomfortable at any moment, or if you separate from Weston along the way, simply grab a member of security. They can help you get where you need to be. 3) Last but not least, have fun. Keep an open mind and all will be well.”

“Welcome to the MOA of Club Deny,” Tucker said.

Wes leaned over to whisper, “It stands for Members Only Area.”

I gave him an appreciative nod as the four of us made our way through a door opposite of the one we came in. Whereas the club before was loud and jarring, this space is anything but. Music plays, though at a much more subdued level. There aren’t nearly as many people around, and the atmosphere is more laid back.

Even so, I can’t miss the signs that it’s not a normal club. The main area has a long bar top to one side and a stage section roped off where a woman has a man laid across a table surrounded by candles.

“Wax play.” Patrick noticed where my gaze landed. “Can be fun, though I don’t recommend it tonight. Observation might be best instead.”

Wes nodded beside me quickly. “Absolutely agree. You can look all you want. That’s the beauty of the club.”

I thought about it and shivered. For some reason, the idea of watching with permission made everything in me come alive. I could feel my cock hardening in my suit pants. My heart sped up at the implication of what it all meant. I’d never been an onlooker. Even the few times I’d caught one of the guys on the ranch in a heated moment with their partners, I never took the chance to look.

But what if consent had been the issue? Wes had been heavy on making sure everything we did had my express permission. Could that have been why I didn’t take the opportunity before?

“Where is your head at?” Tucker asked me quietly.

I shrugged. “I’m not sure. I feel — I don’t know what I feel. He said I could observe and well…”

I shrugged again. There weren’t words in me to explain where my head had gone.

Wes moved closer. “I have an idea. Instead of showing you the entirety of the club tonight, maybe we pick one area to go instead.”

“One area?”

“Yes, just one. The club has five sections, one of which we’re in now. The others include a pain-play station, which is where you’ll see lots of spanking, caning, and such; a Daddy area which features a playland; a set of playrooms for couples who prefer privacy; and last but not least, the space I want to take you. Do you want to try it?”

I could tell he was purposefully being secretive about the last area. A glance at Tucker made me chuckle. He was nodding his head so fast to signal me that he looked like he was on a pogo stick. Patrick was behind him, smile in place as he watched.

The Daddy area was a solid no for me. Other than that, I trusted him to not lead me too far astray from what I’d be comfortable with. Besides, how would we know if we didn’t at least try?

“Please lead the way, Sir.” The title came easier in this space. Club Deny’s energy gave me the confidence to be who I really wanted to be.

I was Wes’s submissive.

He was Sir.

It didn’t have to be more complicated than that.

Wes’s smile went wicked. He shifted closer, blocking Tucker and Pat from view completely. “If you call me that here, then I’m going to need a name to call you as well.”

Mindlessly, I reached up to scratch at his beard. “What would you call me? Can I not be Gerald?”

“You’ll always be Gerald. But here, in this space, you’ll also be… Precious.”

I gasped. “What did you say?”

“Do you remember me calling you that when you were sick?”

“No, I don’t. Why Precious?” Surely I’d recall something like that. I had chills all over from that single word.

He tilted his head forward so that our foreheads touched. “I called you precious because you are exactly that for me. You mean more to me than you could possibly know. I greatly treasure every minute I get with you.”

Tears threatened to fall at his words. They were so beautiful, so captivating. The only response I could think to give was to kiss him. I needed to in that exact minute.

He kissed me back firmly, his lip unyielding as he took control. Everything around us — the people, the music, our friends — disappeared in the shadow of his touch.

All too soon, he pulled back. “Now, then. Come with me, Precious. I have something to show you.”

I’d have followed him into a wall of fire if he’d asked right then. He had that much of my devotion.

We wove through the club area until we reached a room that was half full of people seated in a circular fashion facing a raised glass box. Sir, because that’s the only way my mind could think of Wes at the moment, led us down an aisle until we were in the front row.

“What is this room?” I asked softly, careful now to let my voice be too loud in the soft hum of the space.

Sir pointed to the box. “This is the voyeur room. It’s where people come to be intimate in the box while others watch.”

I froze at the picture that came to mind. It wasn’t of anyone in particular. Just two dark shapes writhing together on the platform bed setup inside.

“How —?” I cut off, unsure how to ask how he guessed this would be the best room to start with.

“Because you seemed to react at the mention of watching others. It’s a natural curiosity. Besides, if you don’t like it, you can close your eyes, and I’ll lead you out of the room. No harm, no foul.”

I bit my lip. “And if I do like it?”

He leaned closer. “Then you get to enjoy the show. Whether that means you simply watch from beginning to end or it means you take out your cock and stroke yourself, the choice is yours.”

“Take it out?”

“Yes, Precious. There will be people doing the same, and others will fuck their partners. Some will even be in groups. It really depends on how worked up the performance makes them. That’s partly why I sat you up front. I didn’t want anything to distract you from the show.”

I gave a distracted nod at his words as I discreetly looked around. The people spaced out were in all manner of dress. Some had on suits like us, while others were in leather and lace. It was a varied mix.

Before I could ask another question, the lights dimmed, and the glass box appeared to illuminate. The sound of the crowd softened even further.

Sir leaned over, his lips against my ear as he whispered, “If you want to leave, tap my thigh three times. That’s the signal, Precious. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathed out as I watched two figures walk down the same aisle we’d come down just minutes before.

It wasn’t until they got close enough to the box that I realized who it was.

Patrick and Tucker.

They moved confidently inside the space, not an ounce of hesitation in either of them. I watched as Patrick stood stock still while Tucker undressed him. It wasn’t anything all that steamy, yet I felt my cock stiffen again. It had never gone fully soft since entering the club, but now I was quickly approaching full blown erection status.

Sir stretched an arm behind me on the chair as he leaned back in a comfortable position. I watched him from the corner of my eye as I tried to understand what the fuck had happened to tonight. I’d been the one to suggest the club. I’d gotten Tucker and Patrick on board with my plan to surprise Sir with it all.

And yet, here I was, sweating bullets as I tried to make sense of why watching my friends undress one another was such a turn on. Why wasn’t it weird? Shouldn’t I not want to see them naked? I wasn’t attracted to them. Not in that way.

It was more the connection between them that appealed to me. The dominance radiating off Patrick floated through the room. Tucker was eager to please him too. We could all tell.

My errant thoughts halted when Patrick’s cock sprung free. I could only make out that it was rather large in the split second I saw it. Next thing I knew, it was in Tucker’s mouth and his fist was pumping the rest he couldn”t fit between his lips.

I squeezed my thighs with a punishing grip as I watched. It was… fuck it was sexy. We couldn’t hear them, but there was no need. As soon as the thought came that I wanted to hear what it sounded like, I picked up on the noises going on around us.

Slurping. Moaning. Begging.

It was an auditory chorus of pleasure. It only pushed me further over the edge. My cock was fully hard by then. I ached to touch it, but I feared what that would mean. What kind of person was I if I got off on this? What did it mean?

I was a confused mess, my body vibrating with the contrasting emotions.

It was then I felt a breath against my ear. I didn’t jolt. Hell, I didn’t even breathe. I knew exactly who it was and why.

“Does watching them arouse you, Precious?” Sir asked.

I nodded quickly, hoping he wasn’t asking just to toy with me.

“Yes, Sir.”

He hummed. The vibration of it moved through me. “Maybe you should get some relief. Pat is known to take his time with Tucker. We could be here for a while. Wouldn’t want you to suffer.”

“No, Sir.”

“Do you want to take your cock out?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Take it out then, Precious. Show me that beautiful body of yours again.”

I hadn’t realized how much I needed him to assist me through this moment until he took control. It’s as if his instruction was required for my brain to connect the dots. Like in the shower when he gave me the go-ahead to touch him while we were both naked.

Just the memory of that has me groaning as I desperately tug at the fabric of my suit pants. The second they’re loose, my cock forces its way out. My underwear didn’t stand a chance of holding me back. Not when I was this far gone.

“Look at you. Fucking gorgeous sight,” Sir grumbled.

I turned to look at him, my mind no longer on the sight in front of us. Sir had my full attention. The way he hovered close, his body turned to mine like he couldn’t resist watching me anymore. The way his gaze trailed over me from top to bottom, then lingered on my fist as I held my cock still.

“Sir?”

At my question, his eyes met mine. “You need me to give you directions, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”

I might have been overdoing it with all the ‘sirs’, but I couldn’t stop. Not when we’d made it this far. Not after the invisible barrier that I’d somehow erected shattered before my eyes.

After I’d admitted to not wanting to take things further, Sir had listened. He’d dialed back his lust, making sure to never push for more than basic affection and casual intimate moments.

We didn’t get naked again.

He didn’t touch me skin-to-skin.

I didn’t beg and plead for more.

But I wanted to. Dear god, I wanted to.

The rules I’d set between us weren’t even rules anymore. They were like loose guidelines, a suggestion even.

So what if he was my boss? So what if he wanted my submission? I wanted to give it to him. I wanted him to tell me what to do, to give me control and then take it away. It was a push and pull that I craved more than I thought I would.

“I want you to face the box and watch everything they do. Watch how Patrick touches Tucker and picture us instead. Know that it would be me rubbing your body, that it would be me craving to take you. Watch him sink into the tight ring of Tuck’s ass and feel me sinking into you. Stroke your cock to the vision of us, Precious. Picture it, and I’ll make it happen one day. Find the fantasy. Chase it.”

I did as he asked, my eyes moving back to see what they were doing. Sure enough, they’d moved past the blowjob and were about to do exactly as Sir said.

My fist pumped as Patrick squeezed lube down his shaft. He lined up with a bent over Tucker, who quite frankly, looked completely blissed out. His expression brightened even more as Patrick sunk inch after inch inside him.

The image before me shifted as I let loose the fantasy of my mind. Sir and I would be in the same position, only he’d have me pulled up against him, and my leg would be raised to give everyone the perfect view of my hole. He’d spread me, then sink inside with one thrust. Then he’d fuck me until I sobbed, my head on his shoulder and his hand across my chest holding me up.

I broke apart as the dream version of me shattered. I felt a cloth land over my fist as cum poured from me. Looking down, I watched Sir wipe my length until I was clean.

“That’s it, Precious. You did so well.” He tugged me into his lap, then tucked my cock away and zipped my pants closed again. Once I was covered, he eased me to a sideways position where my head was tucked under his chin.

I’d never felt safer and more cared for than in that moment.