“Meaning?”
“Meaning they’re doms. If you’re with them for the night you become their property, and now everyone in here is vying to be theirs. You see, alone, they don’t play, only demonstrate. Together, anyone has, and wants, a chance.”
As Ethan continued toward the front of the room, Chloé noticed the hungry eyes now watching him. Some hopeful. Some suggestive. But if he was interested, he didn’t show it. He was focused on one thing and one thing only, the man on the stage—Zayne.
Chloé licked her lips, a delicious thrill skating up her spine as she imagined what it would be like to be the object of such attention. Then Ethan stepped up onto the stage, and the crowd went so quiet you could’ve heard a pin drop.
Chloé’s heart thumped as she waited for what was about to happen next. The sexual attraction between the two men was so intense you could all but see the air round them sparking with it. Ethan took Zayne’s chin in a rough grip and pulled him in until their faces were only inches apart.
Oh. My God.
If she’d thought Zayne was the ultimate bad boy, what the hell did that make this Ethan guy? She had no goddamn clue. But as she watched him drag his thumb down Zayne’s lower lip, then move in to lick his top one, it was all she could do to not slip her hands between her thighs.
Damn, what would it be like to be theirs for a night? She hadn’t come here with that idea in mind. Two men—that hadn’t even been on her radar. But now, it was the only thing on her mind.
This is crazy, she told herself, even as she began to dream up ways she could possibly approach them. It was clear these two were much more experienced than her—hello, sex club—and it was also clear they were together. But then she remembered what Shayla had said—“Together, anyone has, and wants, a chance”—and that gave her hope.
“They’re a couple?” Chloé asked, her voice a little breathier than it had been minutes ago.
“Mhmm.”
“But they have an open relationship?” She might be young, and this might be her first time at an adults-only club, but she knew a thing or two about that particular subject. After all, that was how her fathers had started out.
“Yes.”
Chloé’s eyes shifted to the woman still kneeling on the stage behind them, and she had to ask, had to know if the crazy thoughts running through her head were even a possibility.
“Men only?”
“Chloé…”
Determined to have her answer, she turned to her cousin and asked again, “Men only?”
Shayla knew how headstrong she could be, and she sighed, “No.”
Chloé’s eyes wandered back to the men up on the stage, and she couldn’t help but think that Shayla was right—the night did just get interesting.
CHAPTER TWO
I buck any and all forms of authority.
But I especially love “bucking” against Ethan Holt.
~ Zayne
ZAYNE’S DICK STIFFENED behind the zipper of his jeans as he stared into hypnotic amber eyes. The fingers digging into his chin were a greeting he hadn’t expected until tomorrow, but the sharp bite to his lip let him know real fast he wasn’t imagining things.
Ethan was home early, and as always, he’d managed to make one hell of an entrance. Black suit, silk shirt, gold fucking chain, and timepiece attached to one of his pockets. The guy looked as though he’d stepped out of another time and place. But his modern hairstyle and earring brought him right back to the present.
“Zayne. It’s been a long week.”
A-fucking-men to that. A week had felt like a damn year. But hearing his name in that deep, authoritative voice made those hours disappear and his body prepare for where this night was about to go.
Ethan released him and turned to face the crowd of greedy onlookers. It was no secret to the club’s members that the two of them liked to play, and when they showed up here together, it was game on.
The room had gone from excited spectators to competitors for who would be their third. But before that decision was made, he had someone to attend to.
“You’re just in time,” Zayne said, and glanced over his shoulder to where Dani—one of the club’s most submissive members—knelt.
Ethan looked down to where the beautiful woman waited, taking in her lowered head, her lax arms, the flattened palms she rested atop her thighs. She knew her place well, and her pose was one that pleased them both.
“Then by all means, don’t let me interrupt.” Ethan stepped aside and clasped his hands behind his back. “Continue.”
Fuck. There was nothing hotter for Zayne than performing for Ethan, so his surprise arrival tonight made this little demo even more exciting.
Zayne inclined his head, then projected his voice so those in the back could hear.
“Now, where was I?” A smirk curled his lips as he scanned the members watching him with rapt attention. “Tonight I’m going to be showing you a simple shibari technique. A lark’s head double-column cuff tie to restrain the wrists over the head. Feel free to take notes, or just watch, if that’s what turns you on. Me? I prefer a hands-on approach when teaching.”
Several wolf whistles pierced the air as he turned back to the woman kneeling on the stage. Impressive. Even with all the commotion going on around her, Dani’s head remained bent, her breathing even, her entire demeanor calm and compliant. It was time to reward her for such obedience.
“On your feet,” he said in a voice that brooked no argument. Dani rose gracefully as though her body’s motor functions were directly tied to the sound of his voice. “You look beautiful tonight.” He circled his naked subject and inspected her. “I’m very pleased.”
“I’m glad, sir.”
“So am I.” He stopped by her side, and as he looked past her shoulder, he caught a wicked glint in Ethan’s eyes.
Fuckin’ hell. There were a lot of things about Ethan Holt that made his dick hard, but the way he watched him work with such fierce intensity was right up there.
Zayne banked the urge he had to break the scene he was currently setting, and reminded himself that his diligence and patience would make the payoff worth it.
With the rope in hand, he took a step closer to Dani. As he drank in the sight of her, he licked his lips and stroked the bundle of rope down between her breasts.
“Are you ready to play tonight, little d?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Very good. Then extend your arms out in front of you. Fingertips touching, thumbs side by side.”
Dani did as she was told as Zayne unraveled the rope and folded it in half. Then he wrapped the nylon around her dainty wrists and pulled the ends between the bite he’d created. He shifted the cord a little way up her arms so he had room to work. Then, with dexterous precision, he wound the rope up her forearm a couple of times, making sure to keep it nice and flat against her soft skin.
This was one of the very first ties he’d ever mastered—one he could do in his sleep—and as he looked over at the person he’d practiced on, Ethan inclined his head in silent approval.
Fuck that was hot, and so was the memory now flashing before his eyes. He weaved the ends of the rope between Dani’s wrists and used a simple girth hitch to cinch them together. He slipped two fingers inside the restraint to make sure the wrists had room to breathe, and once he was satisfied, he rounded the cuffs off with a half-hitch lock.