Landon
I would’ve been more worried about whatPorter was hiding if there had been more blood in my brain. With all of it muchlower, all I could do was follow and fantasize.
It wasn’t a bad combination, honestly.
As soon as I’d gotten to his house, I’dfelt less stressed, but being able to let everything go at the club had beeneven better. Then he’d pinned me to the wall. That had been the best part ofthe night so far.
I was still turned on from that wonderfultrapped sensation, but by the time we got to the private rooms, the calmfeeling I got when Porter was in charge was at the front of my mind again. Atleast, it was until he led us to the long wall with the windows into the privaterooms…and stopped right in front of the one with the bathroom.
It took my brain several seconds longerthan it should have to figure out why we’d stopped there, but once I did, thefuzzy feeling quickly faded. But not the horny part…and I wasn’t up to pokingat why that hadn’t gone away.
As I tried to ignore most of the thingsthat were now running through my head, Porter led us to the side of the longwindow that was really more like a section of glass wall. When we stopped, hetook his usual place, shifting me in front of him and wrapping his arms aroundme.
As the door in the small room opened, thelights came on and Porter leaned in closer, his voice low. “Remember, theycan’t see us or hear us. This is one way, including the speaker, so the peopleinside have no way of knowing who’s watching or how many people.”
Nodding, because words weren’t my friendsat the moment, I watched as the two men walked in and closed the door. Evenbefore they started to speak, I knew which one was the Dom. They were about thesame size physically, but he had a larger-than-life presence about him—and hewasn’t the one doing the potty dance.
“I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean tointerrupt you.” The pleading sound in the sub’s voice went right to my dick.Porter must have realized that because he chuckled and his fingers came up totease my nipples.
As I fought the urge to moan, the Master inthe room shook his head. “No, you’ve been desperate for attention all night,and instead of talking about it, you’ve been coming up with all kinds ofexcuses. This is just the most dramatic.”
The sub whined and crossed his legs,wiggling, and something about the whole thing was a lot more erotic than I’dever imagined.
“But I do have to pee, Master.” He glancedover at the urinal on the wall. “Can’t I go first then get my spanking?”
His Master folded his arms over his chestand kept his expression stern. He wasn’t even my Dom and I thought it was hot,so I knew the sub had to be feeling it even more. “You had plenty of time toask to go when you demanded a third bottle of water not ten minutes ago. Now itdoesn’t matter. Punishment, then you get to pee.”
The acting and just the emotions in thescene made me nervous, but taking a moment to think about the logic made iteasier to just enjoy it. They’d booked this room well before the sub hadstarted drinking so much, and the erection straining against his shorts said hewas enjoying what they were doing even if I was stressed. They’d even takentheir shoes off. This was planned and there was nothing to worry about.
But how could I be both worried aboutsomeone and turned on?
Porter must have felt some of theconflicting emotions in me because he kissed my neck and whispered again. “Doyou see how hard the boy is? He loves getting to whine and be naughty herebecause at home he’s always so well-behaved.”
That had my stress easing more. “Have theybeen together long?”
I felt Porter nod. “Since high school.”
Knowing they’d been together for years madeit even easier to stop worrying about them and just enjoy the desperation on thesub’s face. He might have had to piss, but he was so turned on I knew there hadto be something more to the scene.
“Is that a kink?” I turned to Porter andwhispered. “I mean, the having to go part?”
Porter nodded. “I don’t remember the word,but yes, there can be different pieces to it, and the urge to go and knowinghis Dom is controlling his ability to urinate go hand in hand to turn him on.”
It wasn’t something I’d ever thought about,but I could understand how giving someone he trusted that much control could bearousing. Especially when it was clear it turned on his Master too.
As the Master walked over and sat down in achair in the middle of the room, the sub’s wiggling got more frantic and so didhis desire. “Please, Master.”
The Master ignored the pleading and gavehim a stern look that made it clear he wasn’t going to be distracted by thewhining. Finally, the sub gave in and slowly walked over, now holding the frontof his pants.
“Is that something you’re allowed to do?”The Dom’s dryly asked question had the sub blushing and moving his hands,wiggling again.
“No, Master. I’m sorry.” His tone soundedlike he wasn’t really worried, just getting more aroused by the second.
“You will be.” The quiet response made ashiver run through me, and Porter chuckled and pinched my nipples.
The sub whined but walked over and slowlylowered himself over his Master’s lap with his ass pointed toward the window. Isucked in a breath as the Dom roughly shoved the sexy shorts down and bared hisboy’s ass to the crowd.
Had he guessed how many of us werewatching?
