Angel had a hard time keeping still as Sebastian pulled into the parking lot of the club on the outskirts of Las Vegas. His lover had belonged to the M.E.B. club for years and had taken him a few times to observe and to be seen. Angel had found it to be an eye-opening experience, and he now understood why Sebastian had been so insistent on establishing a safeword. But despite how odd or extreme some of the scenes had seemed, Angel couldn’t deny that all the men and women seemed to be enjoying themselves.
“Nervous?” Sebastian asked, parking the car before reaching over to take Angel’s hand and give it a squeeze.
“Yeah, a little,” Angel admitted. Tonight was going to be his first time participating in a public scene, and his stomach fluttered with anticipation. “Mostly excited though.” He was going to be on display, and that was enough to send energy zipping through him. He flipped the vanity mirror down and carefully checked his appearance one more time as Sebastian chuckled.
“Relax, you’re going to be the most gorgeous man in there.”
“You’ve got that right.” Angel took a deep breath and squared his shoulders before stepping out of the car. He was going to stun them all and make Sebastian proud. Even after their conversation a few months ago when they admitted that there was more to their relationship than just sex, Angel still found it hard to believe that Sebastian wasn’t setting out to change him, especially after Angel had seen how well behaved some of the subs at the club were. But each day Sebastian reaffirmed it in his own quiet, patient way.
“Ready for the hotness?” Angel flashed Sebastian a wicked smile.
Sebastian snagged his lover around the waist and pulled him close for a kiss on his perfectly—now not-so-perfectly—glossed lips. “I think it’s more a question of ‘Is everyone else ready for the hotness?’” He took Angel’s hand and began leading him toward the club. “I have it every day, after all.”
Angel beamed, dark eyes lit up with pleasure. “You always know just the right thing to say. How do you do that?”
Sebastian winked, lips curving. “It’s a gift.” He flashed his membership card at the young man guarding the front desk. Then he and Angel made their way down the long hall to the main room of the club.
It was massive, a former warehouse that had been converted. Alcoves lined the walls with small stages for public scenes, tables, and comfortable chairs for viewing. A bar ran along the far wall, though it didn’t serve alcohol—only juice, expensive water, and other non-alcoholic drinks. That was standard, since common sense said the mixture of alcohol and any kind of dominant play was anything but safe or sane. In front of the bar was a cluster of lush couches and low tables where Masters lounged with their slaves at their feet or sprawled across their laps.
Another hall skewed off in the opposite direction; this one lined with rooms on either side. Some had doors for privacy; some—for the exhibitionists—didn’t. And downstairs was an elaborate dungeon, which was normally on a first come, first served basis but could also be rented in advance.
Sebastian had reserved one of the alcoves in the main room. He’d said the exposure of such a public spot would be an even greater turn on for Angel.
Angel’s heart beat a rapid tattoo in his chest, but the fingers still linked with Sebastian’s kept him from fidgeting. This was far more exciting than a brand new photo shoot. Even though he’d been there before, Angel looked around with unabashed curiosity as Sebastian led him through the main room. He couldn’t help himself; it was all so fascinating, and tonight was different from the other nights he’d been here.
On one alcove stage, a naked man was being slowly covered in latex, and on another, a woman wielded a riding crop, but what really attracted Angel’s attention was the viewers. The expressions of rapt fascination on their faces or the way the audience members touched each other as they watched the scenes unfolding showed their excitement.
Soon they would be watching him, and that thought alone had Angel’s cock aching by the time they reached their own alcove. He held tightly to Sebastian’s hand as his lover helped him up onto the stage, and a little shiver rippled through him when he saw the swing. Sebastian had explained in detail what they were going to be doing and had patiently answered each one of Angel’s questions.
Angel would be utterly helpless and at Sebastian’s mercy. He eyed the swing with the same welter of confused emotions he’d experienced every time since Sebastian had first bound him on the photo shoot where they’d met. Only now those emotions were more familiar; Angel accepted that he would always be a little apprehensive and very vulnerable, but the desire and the pride in Sebastian’s gaze more than made up for the uncertainty.
“Are you ready, pet?” Sebastian ran a hand down the curve of Angel’s spine, and Angel arched into the soothing touch without thought.
Angel flashed him a mischievous smile. “Absolutely, Master.”
Sebastian’s lips twitched, and he reached out to slowly unbutton his lover’s shirt, sliding it off his shoulders and setting it aside. Underneath, Angel wore a simple, black leather cross-harness that contrasted beautifully with his golden skin. When his jeans came off, they revealed a matching leather jock strap that was already having trouble containing Angel’s erection.
Angel looked beautiful, with his tumbled dark curls and smoky eye makeup and his toes painted a rich, glossy black. Sebastian swore he’d never seen anyone with so much nail polish, all of it for his toes.
Sebastian rose and helped Angel into the hammock section of the swing. As he secured his lover’s ankles in the buckled leather cuffs, he noticed some observers starting to gather, watching curiously—no doubt drawn by the stunning vision Angel made. Sebastian would have been drawn to him, too, were Angel not already his.
He bent over and brushed a kiss to the side of Angel’s neck. “Mine,” he whispered, and Angel shivered, looking up at him as Sebastian came around to begin securing his wrists into matching cuffs.
“As if you doubt it,” Angel teased, his tone affectionate.
Sebastian chuckled and shook his head. “Not for a second, imp.”
Weakness stole through Angel as the last buckle was secured into place. The hammock cradled his body, supporting him, but it was still an unsettling feeling to be suspended, even more so to have his limbs splayed open and locked into place. Angel peeked curiously past Sebastian, and his cock throbbed at the sight of some people sitting down in front of the stage.
“Oh my,” he whispered, locking his gaze on Sebastian’s face again. As exciting as it was to be on display and know how fucking good he looked, it was so much easier to put his full attention on Sebastian and his reactions.
What if he disgraced himself? Or, even worse, made Sebastian look bad? All the other subs here seemed so perfectly trained, reacting without even trying to a touch or a look the way they were supposed to. Maybe it was past time that he got to know some other subs. Angel could only get so much information from Google, and as much as Sebastian took care of him, he saw things from a dominant’s perspective.
Sebastian ran his hand down the inside of Angel’s thigh, and Angel’s worries eased. His lover always knew just how to soothe him with a touch or a word, always knew when he needed it. That’s what really made him Angel’s Master: and tonight, tonight Angel wanted so much to not keep anything hidden, to fully give Sebastian what he wanted, because Angel believed he deserved it.
Angel longed to run his toes over the hard bulge in Sebastian’s jeans; his foot twitched with that want. Instead, he raked his gaze over Sebastian, lingering where he wanted to touch him, then brought hungry eyes back up to Sebastian’s face. “I’m at your mercy, Master.” He shivered again, heat pooling in his stomach.
Sebastian flashed him a grin. “That you are, pet.” He turned to pick up the small bag he’d brought with them, set it on a stool at the back of the small stage, and unzipped it. He withdrew a set of wooden anal beads, and there was a low murmur of approval from the crowd.
Angel was squirming already as Sebastian moved back to stand beside him so as not to block the beautiful view of his widespread thighs and firm, golden ass displayed so blatantly.
He squeezed a bit of lube into his palm and rubbed it over the beads, before setting the lube aside and bringing the first bead to press against his lover’s entrance. Sebastian’s dark eyes were locked on his face, and Angel let out a moan as the smooth bead slipped inside him.
Sebastian gave him a teasing wink. “Only five more to go.” They got progressively larger, though even the largest wasn’t obscene in size. Just enough to stretch Angel nicely.
“Ha, you say ‘only’ like you don’t plan on tormenting me in other ways, wicked devil,” Angel retorted without thought. Angel went cold inside as the watchers murmured again, and he bit his lower lip. A proper sub wouldn’t sass like that; he just couldn’t seem to rein in his mouth.
But then Sebastian kissed the top of Angel’s foot, and Angel’s gaze flashed to his face; the warmth in Sebastian’s eyes eased the knot in Angel’s stomach. It wasn’t like his lover didn’t know he was a wicked devil. “Oh I am, Angel. I’m going to torment you until you can’t think anymore.”