They were wrapped in a web of ropes thatspread out over them, but somehow trapped them together, face to face. Moreropes from the ceiling seemed to be keeping them steady, but I was just focusedon the beauty in the ropes and the blissed-out expressions on their faces.
I couldn’t tell if they were friends orlovers, but the intimate way they were wrapped around each other didn’t screamstrangers to me.
Especially since they seemed to be naked.
When they shook and gasped at the same time,I finally noticed the two other men on the edge of the stage. They were bothwearing serious expressions and watching the other men carefully. It lookedlike they were studying every breath and working in near-unison as they broughtdown what I thought were floggers against the restrained men.
It was so engrossing that I jolted, suckingin a breath as Porter’s fingers stroked over my nipples. I was quiet enoughthat I didn’t disturb the scene, but Porter gave an almost imperceptiblechuckle.
Holding me tighter, he whispered low. “Howdo you think the subs feel?”
“Incredible.” I didn’t have to think. Theword just came out.
“And the Doms?”
I wasn’t as quick to answer, mostly becauseI wasn’t sure if there was a right answer or not. It was easy to imaginestanding there in their place, but it was the subs that had my breath catchingin my throat. “Powerful. But you can see how much they care for the subs.”
“Three of them are in a relationship andone is a friend.” His whispered words left me trying to picture who was who,but they all looked so passionate and focused I wasn’t sure I could tell.
Did that say more about them or me?
I’d never imagined having a friend so closewe could’ve looked like lovers.
Porter gave me a hug then went back tostroking my chest without telling me what he thought of my answers. But thoseconcerns faded as one of the men moaned and subspace seemed to overtake him.Like dominoes, that had the other sub following him.
Had he been barely hanging on?
How long had they been restrained?
Who were they?
I didn’t have any answers, but I foundmyself holding my breath as the two Doms picked them up and placed the twoblissed-out subs on a small raised platform I hadn’t noticed before. Thatseemed to be the end of the scene because as they started unwrapping the men,everyone around us began breaking away.
Porter grazed his fingers over my nipples,and as he spoke, his breath caressed my neck, making me shiver. His low chucklesaid he liked my reaction, but instead of teasing me more, he stepped back andtook my hand.
Part of me immediately missed being held byhim, but the more rational side of me pointed out that it was easier to thinkthis way. But working brain cells all ceased functioning when a crack rangthrough the air followed by a cry that was a frightening mix of pain andpleasure.
I knew no safeword meant they were okaywith whatever was happening and were probably more turned on than I could imagine.People found all kinds of things erotic and I’d read enough about what mighthappen at the club to have a guess at what made the sub cry out.
But I wasn’t sure I wanted to watchwhatever was happening.
Turning to Porter, I stepped closer withouteven thinking. One of his hands wrapped around my back and pressed me even closer.Porter didn’t seem to think my reaction was ridiculous. He stroked my back andnodded. “I think we should go see if any of the private theme rooms are open.We won’t play, but I think you’ll find them interesting.”
“Themes?” That had more questions brewing.
Porter grinned. “This is going to be fun.”
As he looked into my eyes, still smiling, Ifound myself agreeing with him…in more ways than just one.
Chapter 4
Porter
Exhibitionism.
Check.
Whips.
