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Kennedy

“Yes!” Hopping up from his seat and somehow not killing himself, Conner wiggled just enough to make his erection bounce under his skirt. “Let’s go have fun.”

He was so athletic…I’d have killed myself doing that.

And probably snapped my erection off in the process somehow.

Oh, we were moving.

Since it seemed like we were playing a dirty version of Follow the Leader, Anson and I got up and trailed after the fascinating man. He was smart and bouncy and kept smiling like he thought hanging out with us was fun.

He even bounced his way through the lounge area and ignored all the other smiles and giggles that got aimed his way.

Half the subs blushed just looking at him.

It was magic.

“How does he stay upright in those?” I couldn’t figure out the science behind it. He should’ve killed himself several times already. “Everyone’s asses do look better in heels. I thought that was just something people said.”

It wasn’t.

“They position the body differently.” Conner didn’t bother pretending he hadn’t heard me and paused in the hallway he’d led us down just long enough to pose and look sexy, pushing his ass out even more. “There’s science behind it. Sexy science.”

“People don’t seem to realize how sexy education can be.” Most people would’ve rolled their eyes at me but Conner nodded.

I liked Conner as much as Anson had said I would.

That was probably magic too.

“Making sure things like the equipment for scenes are built and installed correctly is another science too, really.” His eyes lit up as he started talking about his job. “Even the fasteners we use can make a huge difference.”

As Conner started moving again, he told me all about his favorite screws, but when we got to the area where they had demonstrations going, he stopped again. “You are fascinating. This is not the time for that lecture.”

I wasn’t sure why because the goal was to have fun at the club and he’d been having fun, but I nodded. “I won’t distract you again.”

Hopefully.

He scrunched up his face and looked cute and thoughtful. “That was very interesting.”

Since that didn’t seem to be a bad thing and Anson was smiling as he rubbed my back, I shrugged. “I like talking.”

Most of the time it just annoyed people but it seemed to distract Conner.

He didn’t look like he minded, though.

“We’ll have lunch sometime and I’ll tell you my thoughts on wood.” He looked serious enough that I thought he meant the trees and board kind, but Anson snickered like a kid who’d heard a dirty joke for the first time.

Conner rolled his eyes at Anson. “You are ridiculous.”

Anson shrugged, not arguing with him. “What can I say?”

“I’d love to hear you talk about wood.” I was trying to be nice and fix the situation, but somehow I made it worse. Or more awkward. Or more sexual? I wasn’t sure what I’d done but it made Conner give me a wicked smile and he stepped closer, lacing his arm through mine again.

Oh dear.

“Let’s go see what kind of scenes you find interesting and we’ll talk about wood later. Your Master can just follow behind since he’s being naughty.” Sounding very snooty, Conner encouraged me to let him take me deeper into the club.

Anson’s chuckle said he didn’t mind, but I appreciated the pat he gave me right over the plug. That was an even clearer signal that he was fine with the way our evening was going.

Which was very good because I wasn’t sure how I would’ve told Conner no.

He was…

Francis would’ve called him a force of nature.

Yes.

Conner was like a sexy hurricane.

And he was leading me into the eye of the storm if the dim lights and low, sexy, bass-filled music were an indication.

Someone was getting thudded on based on the sounds I was hearing, but I couldn’t figure out what was being used on them. It wasn’t a spanking noise, but that was where my BDSM-impact knowledge stopped.

I couldn’t help the shiver that raced through me as they cried out, though, and Conner giggled when that made me shiver again because of the plug.

It was a vicious cycle I hadn’t expected.

And the naughty man loved it.

Ugh.

Did it to myself again.

“You’re so much fun.” Bouncing, Conner did a little shimmy and smiled wider. “I’m so glad you came to play.”

He made it sound like I’d come for a tea party.

“Me too.” Tea party or sex party, I was having fun. “Thank you for hanging out with us.”

Or babysitting me?

Something like that.

Conner squeezed my arm. “Let’s go get you nice and aroused.”

I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be scary or not…and my dick couldn’t decide either…and Master’s low chuckle wasn’t helpful at all.

“It’s…okay.” It must’ve been an appropriate response because Conner gave another happy wiggle and pulled me over to the first low stage.

Oh wow.

The thuddy sound was some kind of paddly thing that I didn’t have a name for. Everything in BDSM had a special name but that was too much to keep track of, so I didn’t worry about it as I watched the Dom bring the thuddy paddle down on the sub’s ass again.

His muscles were so tight his entire body looked like it hurt, and he was vibrating with energy and emotion as his cock strained against some kind of ropes that were wrapped around it. Oh. He had ropes on him.

Well, everywhere but his ass had ropes.

Wow.

Master pressed himself against my back, leaning in and whispering softly, “Can you imagine being displayed and spanked? Everyone would see how hard it made you.”

“He’s…he’s got ropes, Master.” I was proud of myself for remembering to whisper but I made a low, needy sound as he kissed my neck. “Do…do they hurt?”

I wasn’t sure that was the right word or even the right question, but I was glad when he shook his head against me. “No, they’re not like pulling on handcuffs or anything like that. The rope is soft.”

Tight and soft.

I’d agreed to be restrained by several different types of objects and situations, but I hadn’t really imagined how many ways it could happen. My brain tried to come up with other ways Anson could restrain me, but the Dom on the stage fried my brain when he reached around the front of the sub and tapped his erection with the paddle.

Even I could see it was a lot more gently than he’d smacked his sub’s ass, but it had the sub’s eyes rolling back in his head as he came. The sound he made went right to my dick and watching cum fire out of him was amazing.

I’d never seen anything like it.

How he was still standing I’d never know.

Oh, he wasn’t.

I hadn’t noticed the harness or whatever was attached to the ropes with all the distractions but knowing he had help staying upright made me feel better about enjoying the scene.

I’d have felt terrible if I was hard when he fell.

That would’ve been so rude.

Oh, and there was a curtain.

Amazing. It was like a theater production. Well, if they could handle theater, they should be able to work with science experiments.

“Now they’re doing aftercare, right?” I knew the answer but the question still popped out anyway.

Anson didn’t mind, though. He kissed my neck and answered me just as softly as I’d spoken. “Yes, that’s why they closed the curtain. That’s the intimate part which is just between them.”

“I think that’s sweet.” It might not have been the right word, but it felt close. “They share stuff with their friends and then they keep some stuff just for them.”

“I agree, but I’m not sure Francis would.” Anson chuckled when I sighed and leaned into him. “He seems to be more of the private all around type.”

“Sometimes that’s frustrating, but it’s okay if our friends need different things to be happy.” It was just hard sometimes.

“But we can make other friends that like the same things too.” Anson nibbled on my ear. “Like Conner. How about we ask him to help us meet even more friends that you might have things in common with?”

I knew what that question meant, but I shivered before I could get the words out. It made Anson chuckle again and Conner turned to us and gave me a wink. But shivers wouldn’t get me what I wanted, so I used my words. “Yes, please.”

Okay, I used a couple of them.

That was enough for Anson, though. He kissed my neck one more time then gave my ass a pat as he inched back. “Good boy.”

I’d definitely been using the plugs wrong.

Every time he patted my ass or did anything that made me clench, it sent sparks through me. Anson said I just hadn’t been moving around enough to begin with but I was pretty sure it was because I hadn’t found my Master yet.

“Thank you, Sir.” Once I could think clearly, I’d probably remember what I was thanking him for, but all my brain wanted to do was ramble unhelpfully.

I had a lot of opinions on the people around us and the way the dim light and the thumping music made me want to move against Anson. I even had a lot of thoughts on Conner’s clothes and how confident he was about showing off his penis and if he really was a sub.

Master had said he was but I wasn’t sure I could see it.

But subs came in all different flavors—Anson and lots of the people I’d started meeting online had agreed on that.

Conner would definitely agree on that too.

Oh, we were moving.

We were moving back toward the main lounge?

Conner giggled as he came back to my side and wiggled close again. “Depending on who we run into, I’m going to introduce you to a few people and then you’re going to go play in the window room. Spankings are a fun way to start a scene.”

I was going to get spanked and then somethinged ?

Then we’d start our experiment?

I peeked over at Anson to see him wearing a naughty grin. I must not have been subtle enough because his eyes sparkled as his gaze met mine. “You have the prettiest ass, baby.”

The desire radiating from him had me clenching down on the plug and the sparks came back, so I clenched again.

Yep, I’d needed a Master to make the plug work.

“So I’m going to show it off, but first, we’re going to play a game.” Anson was starting to look very Master as Conner giggled. “Let’s see if you can find Jasper. If you can, then you’ll get to come during your spanking. Anytime you want. You don’t have to wait at all.”

Oh, the but was going to be big.

“But?”

My question had Conner doing a wiggly happy dance. “You’re so cute. Butt.”

He was so silly.

Anson was trying not to laugh as he shrugged. “But if you get it wrong, you have to wait until I’m ready to let you come.”

Oh dear.

“That’s…” Naughty. Definitely naughty. “But I like coming fast.”

Because then he’d try to make me come again.

Anson was kind of competitive in fun ways.

“Then make a good guess.” He was still trying to look nonchalant about the whole thing but he wanted to giggle. “Would it make it easier to guess if I said I’d bring Jasper in to keep me company while I spanked you?”

Oh.

I.

That.

No. I couldn’t let him distract me.

“Conner, he’s being naughty and turning my brain off. Help.” Taking a deep breath while Anson groaned and Conner laughed, I looked around the room.

I could do this.

I knew Mr. Jasper.

Kind of.

I just hadn’t actually seen him.

But I’d heard his voice and it was a big voice.

It was also a nice voice and he was careful with me.

So he’d be a big guy who was probably sitting by himself and he wouldn’t be frowning. He’d be the type to make sure he looked nice. Approachable. Yes, he’d be approachable.

Maybe not smiling because Anson had probably told him to be sneaky too.

Hmm.

He wasn’t the tall, thin man who was watching us. He seemed too curious and it didn’t feel like I knew him.

He wasn’t the short man who was wiggling. Jasper wasn’t a wiggler and he didn’t seem like he’d look that nervous.

He was single, so not the two men cuddling while they tried to pretend they weren’t looking at us…or maybe looking at Conner?

It was hard to tell.

Okay, what did I know about Mr. Jasper?

“He’s big and nice and he’s not as sneaky as you.” That made Conner start laughing again and Anson huffed, pouting.

Found him.

“The man who laughed. He smiled. I found him.”

Ha.

I was getting spanked and I was going to get to come anytime I wanted.

Ugh.

I was going to have to decide when I wanted to come.

Who decided me getting to make decisions was a reward?