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  “I know, but this is new.”

  “People aren’t even fucking yet. I think the main event happens later. Or in the rooms or something. Hell, I don’t know. I’ve never been to a sex club.”

  “And yet we’re here.” Ajax grinned.

  “Well, you know why we’re here, baby. What do you think about fucking in one of the rooms later?”

  “After you meet your friend?”

  “After bands are weighing down my pockets,” Chris growled into Ajax’s ear, squeezing his hip.

  “You’re terrible.”

  “I can’t help it.”

  The girl beside Ajax smiled. “You two are really cute. I just wanted to let you know. Is this you guys’ first time here?” Her green eyes twinkled behind a dark orange mask.

  “Yeah, he was interested in seeing what a BDSM masquerade party really entails. We’re kind of new to the whole thing.” Chris grinned towards the girl, hiking his thumb towards Ajax. “I mean, sometimes he likes it when I spank him over my knee and tell him he can’t cum, but we’ve never really been around the scene.”

  “Really?” Ajax pressed his lips together, glaring at Chris.

  “Oh, I like spanking, too! You get close just from spanking? So sexy.” Her painted lips spread into a smile.

  “I-no. No he’s being silly.”

  “You don’t like spanking?”

  “No, I do. He’s just-”

  “It’s okay to have kinks. You want to know another of mine? I like calling my man daddy.” The girl bit her bottom lip, suppressing a naughty smile. Her eyes glittered at her own confession.

  “Naughty.” Chris’ eyes sparkled, too. “So is Daddy here somewhere?”

  “Not tonight. He’s working, but I’m here with a friend.” She paused, peeking over the crowd. “He’s somewhere. He said he went to the bathroom, but probably got lost talking to people.”

  “Special friend?” Chris grinned.

  “No! Okay, honestly, he’s my brother. Is it weird for me to come here with my brother?”

  “Nah. Perfectly normal to come watch people bump and grind next to blood.” Chris laughed.

  “We’re kind of a close family, honestly. And we’ve been through a lot.” The girl smiled, glancing around the crowd again. “Oh. There he is.” She waved her hand in the air, straightening her back.

  A boy with a build mirroring hers and a more understated gold mask approached them, leaning into his sister. “Ugh. I swear I’ve never seen so many sagging tits in my life.” His full lips quirked into a stunning smile. His pale green eyes glistened.

  “Hey, bro.”

  “Hey sis. You found men?”

  “They’re gay, so not technically.”

  “Bisexual. We’re both bisexual,” Chris corrected. “Or, well, I’m bisexual. He calls himself pansexual or something.”

  “Pansexual. It’s not about gender for me is all. It’s about the person.” Ajax chewed his bottom lip, glancing at the newcomer.

  “I like it.” His plump lips split his face in half with a smile, showing pearly white teeth. “I’m sort of pansexual, like, with people I’ll date. But I’m going to be honest, I really like cock in my mouth.”

  His sister giggled. “Tell me how you really feel.”

  “I really like cock in my mouth,” he repeated, still grinning. His neck was naked.

  “So, y’all come here to hang out?”

  “No. It’s sort of our father’s event, so we kind of snuck in. We used to sneak in when we were younger just to see, you know, hide behind the bar. But now, since we’re older, it’s a little different.”

  “Huh. So you bleed green?”

  “I bleed red.” The boy rolled his eyes at Chris and looked at Ajax. “You’re quiet.”

  “He’s nervous.”

  “Why?” The boy ordered a bottled beer as well, leaning against the counter. “No one here bites without permission. You don’t have to play, either. You can just watch. It’s like live porn.”

  “Maybe live sex freaks him out,” the girl shrugged.

  “It’s a lot, but it’s nicer than I expected,” Ajax sighed, sipping his watery liquor. “So-”

  “Hey, shit. I gotta go.” Chris patted Ajax’s back, kissed his cheek, and then peered at their new friends. “Sorry, I need to take care of something, but I should be back in a few.”

  Ajax squeezed Chris’ hand. “Hurry. And be safe,” he whispered into the shell of Chris’ ear.

  “Sure. All right. Nice meeting y’all in case you’re gone when I get back.” Chris grinned. He downed his drink, pushing the glass away as he stood. He saluted the pair and kissed Ajax’s cheek for a second time.

  Ajax watched Chris’ departure until he became a ghost in the crowd, then he turned back to the siblings.

  “So, you guys are new?” the boy asked.

  “Yeah. He’s into spanking, right?”

  “Yeah,” Ajax’s dark cheeks burned. “Yeah. Um, we haven’t explored much else, but I’m interested in the dominance and submissive thing.”

  “Which one are you?” The boy stole Chris’ cooling seat, propping his head in his hands as he regarded Ajax.

  “Uh. Both? Can I be both?”

  “You can. I mean, I think you can, but you’ll get some people around here who think you can only be one or the other. A true submissive or a true dominant.”

  “Sounds elitist.” Ajax smirked, drowning in the boy’s pale green eyes.

  “It kind of is. I think it’s just a way for insecure dominants to control submissives. Like submissive-shaming.”

  “Explain.”

  “Basically, for something to be true, it means that other things are false, right? If a dominant is looking for a true submissive, the other submissives who don’t fit the definition aren’t real submissives. It’s stupid.”

  “Yeah, huh. I guess so. This is new to me, so I haven’t much thought about it.”

  “Okay,” the girl tossed her hair over her shoulder, “you two are boring. I’m going to go dance.” She hopped off her barstool, squeezing her brother’s arm and smiling. “Behave. I’ll be on the dance floor if you need me.”

  “Sure.” He sipped his drink, hiding an impish smile.

  “What’s the deal with her necklace? It has a locket on it.”

  “Oh.” The boy smiled, a little color coming to his pale cheeks. “It’s an ownership thing. So there are plenty of ways to be submissive. There’s service-oriented submissive, a submissive only during play, a submissive outside the bedroom. So on, so on. My sister. Well, she’s a twenty-four-seven submissive with her man.”

  “Which means she listens to him all the time?”

  “Basically, yes.”

  “She had to get permission to come tonight? Sounds annoying.”

  “Yes, but it’s their kink. She’s turned on by asking for permission and having him control her life, and he’s turned on by it, too.”

  “I don’t see the appeal of controlling someone’s life.”

  “It’s okay. It’s not your kink, and it’s not mine either. What other stuff are you into? Or things you want to try?”

  “Specifically BDSM stuff?”

  “Mmm, yes. We can check out some of the rooms and watch if you want.”

  “Oh.”

  “Don’t be shy. No one else is.”

  “Right. Uh. I like it rough.”

  “Sure. Who doesn’t?”

  “I-I don’t know. I don’t know, then, of any other kinks.”

  “OMG. You’re so new it hurts. C’mon. Let’s take a walk.” The boy presented his hand to Ajax, palm facing the sky.

  “I should wait here for my friend to come back.”

  “You have a cell phone, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “He can call you.” The boy snatched Ajax’s hand and strolled through the establishment. “So the most common kinks are, like, rope bondage, blindfolding, restraints.”

  “Isn’t rope bondage the same as restraints?” />
  “Yes and no. Ropes will restrain the other person, true, but the rope is about the design. It’s a Japanese thing. Hibachi, hibari or something.”

  “You don’t know what it’s called?”

  “I’m not into it, so, no? You can’t see my eyebrows right now, but I’m giving you a look.”

  “Uh. Good to know?” Ajax chuckled. “Wait, what are you?”

  “I’m a person holding your hand, in the middle of a club, in the city, in the United States, on Earth, part of the solar system, part of the Milky Way galaxy. You need to be more specific.” He winked

  Ajax exhaled in a soft laugh. “I mean, are you submissive? Or dominant?”

  “What do you think?” The boy smiled.

  “I think submissive.”

  “Everyone guesses submissive because I’m short and skinny.” He escorted Ajax down the hallway.

  “Are you?”

  He shrugged. “Maybe.” His green eyes glittered. “Maybe you’ll find out.”

  “Maybe. So, what else?”

  “We were talking about different kinks. You said it was thumbs down for rope bondage, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah, kinda thumbs down.”

  “It’s pretty, the knots, but I’m just not into sitting around and waiting for someone to tie intricate knots and take a picture for naughty social media. Some people say it’s about meditation or something, but if I wanted to meditate, I could go to weekly yoga classes.”

  “Yoga classes?”

  “Yes. The thing with the mat and downward doggy.” He giggled.

  “Right. Never been.”

  “It’s okay. You don’t look like the yoga type. Let me see. There’s the dominatrix thing, there’s leather, wax. Oh, there’s consensual-nonconsent. It’s one of my favorites.”

  “The fuck is consensual-nonconsent?”

  “Um.” his cheeks filled with color. “Like rape fantasies, I guess. You know, like if I say it’s okay for you to act out a rape fantasy, you don’t have to ask me about every individual part of rape because I approved the whole fantasy. So, like, you don’t have to ask if you can be rough and pin me down because I already consented to the fantasy of rape.”

  “Oh.” Ajax groaned under his breath, seeing the room in a new light as he glanced away from the younger man’s graceful form and around the hallway. He glimpsed into the nearby rooms before his eyes traveled back to the boy.

  “You like it, too?”

  “Y-yeah. It sounds hot. So-uh-so you’re single?”

  He laughed. “Maybe. I don’t have to be single for us to play together. But right now we’re talking.”

  “Right. Talking. Uh. Have you done the nonconsent-consensual before?”

  “With my ex, yes. He was my last BDSM partner.”

  “Oh. We don’t have to talk about it if it’s sensitive for you.”

  “It’s not. We did consensual-nonconsent a lot, and it covered most of our other kinks like spanking, orgasm denial, free-use, rough play, mild pain.” He trailed off, still listing various kinks.

  Ajax sighed, leaning into him as a couple passed them. A suited man in an understated black mask walked in front of a half-dressed woman wearing an ornate mask, a collar, and cuffs on her wrists. The boy rested a hand on Ajax’s chest, and his muscles twitched under his shirt. He cleared his throat. “Sorry. M-making space.”

  “I see. It’s okay, you smell good.”

  “Thanks.” Ajax glanced after the couple.

  “Another lifer. It’s what I call them. People who do the twenty-four-seven submissive thing. I call them lifers because it’s nothing more than being imprisoned by the person you think you love.”

  “Yeah. Maybe it works for some.” Ajax shrugged. “What’s free-use?”

  “Free-use is exactly how it sounds. It’s where no one is ever denied sex, or basically a man’s ultimate fantasy. It’s fun sometimes. Like if you do it for a week, but all the time is too much for me. My ass needs a break.”

  “Oh.”

  “Consensual-nonconsent and free-use go together. It takes away the choice. You know when your partner wants it, you’re going to do it. Even if you’re not in the mood yet. It’s happening.”

  “I can see the appeal.” Ajax sucked his bottom lip.

  “Yes.” The boy grinned, “Moving right along. There’s other stuff. I mean you name it, it’s a kink. The only things I find particularly weird are age play and the daddy-dom-little-girl thing.”

  “You have to explain.”

  “Age play is when adults will pretend to be a different age, usually younger. One adult will be the baby or the little and the other will be older. It has many different avenues, but yeah. The daddy-dom-little-girl specifically refers to a man being the guardian and the woman being the little. It always strikes me as weird since women are already treated as less than.” He shrugged. “Not my kink.”

  “I can tell.”

  “Though, I’d definitely call a nice, sexy older man daddy and let him spank me.” The boy shivered, biting his bottom lip. Pink flames swirled over his cheeks.

  “You’re working yourself up.” Ajax chuckled.

  “We are at a sex party, I believe this is the place to do it, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah, I guess. You wanna finish showing me around?”

  “Yes.” The boy chuckled, threading his fingers with Ajax’s and continuing down the wide hallway. “We could get lost on this tour, you know.”

  “Oh, yeah?” Ajax squeezed the boy’s hand.

  “Mm. Very lost.” The boy led Ajax to a little alcove at the end of the long hallway, grabbing the sides of his shirt and pulling him closer. “So lost we’ll need a map and compass to find our way back.”

  “Will a search party be necessary?” Ajax rumbled.

  “It depends.” He tipped his head up, brushing his lips across Ajax’s.

  Ajax groaned. “Shouldn’t I know your name or something?”

  “It’s a masquerade party.”

  “So?”

  “The point is to be anonymous.”

  “I want to call you something.”

  “Okay. Call me Joe. And I’ll call you Liam.”

  “Liam?”

  “It’s a sexy name. Don’t question it.” A grin sprouted on the boy’s face.

  “My real name is better.”

  “Oh, yeah?” He brushed his lips along Ajax’s chin as his smile spread across his face. “What letter does it start with?”

  “A.”

  “Adam? Aaron? Abel?”

  “No to all of them.” Ajax chuckled. “You’ll be guessing for a while.”

  The boy feigned a pout as moonstruck eyes danced. “Okay, Liam. Kiss me.”

  “You’re a little weird.”

  “Horny.”

  “Same thing, Joe.” Ajax obliged, and their lips connected. He tasted peppermint, honey, and the bitter taste of beer on the boy’s lips. It excited him.

  The boy sighed into the kiss and rolled his hips up to Ajax. The front of his exclusive, designer slacks pressed into Ajax’s worn, dark jeans, and the hard line of his cock pressed into Ajax. He backed him into the wall and pressed his palms on either side of the boy. He inched closer until their bodies were meshed together. He kissed him again.

  “Tell me more about you and your boyfriend.”

  “What about us?” Ajax ran his nose along the boy’s neck.

  “How did you meet?”

  “You-you want to talk about my boyfriend right now?”

  “Why not?”

  “It’s weird, I guess.”

  “I want to hear about something you think is sexy.” He nibbled his lips, fingering the buttons on Ajax’s shirt.

  “Oh. Like a fantasy?”

  “Sure, yes.” The boy’s hands slid up Ajax’s chest and around his neck.

  “What if I told you what I wanted to do with you right now?”

  “Okay.”

  “I want-I want to suck your cock.” Ajax shifted against him.


  He chuckled. “Okay? Tell me how.”

  “Like describe it?”

  “My god, yes.”

  “I want to start between your balls and go all the way up to the head of your cock,” Ajax murmured, hardening more in his jeans.

  “Yeah?” The boy rubbed them together, ridge against ridge.

  “Yeah. And then all the way back down. Then I want to get you in my mouth, my lips around you.”

  “I’d like it. Seeing your lips around my cock.” He reached between their bodies and touched his palm to the outside of Ajax’s jeans.

  “Good. I want to taste you on my tongue.” Ajax browsed the boy’s neck.

  “Really?” A deep voice rumbled. “You do love a dick in your mouth.”

  Ajax’s cheeks burned, and he buried his face before turning to Chris. “Hey. You met your friend?”

  “Yeah, and we have a problem. Your buddy is here.” Chris folded his arms across his chest.

  “Who?”

  The boy caged by Ajax’s arms cleared his throat.

  Chris stared at him.

  “You know. I-I should go.” His hands fell away from Ajax and he ducked under his arms.

  “Yeah, you should.”

  “See you around.” He murmured, wiggling his fingers to Ajax. He glanced at Chris, ducking his head. “Um, bye.”

  “Yeah.” Chris’ stare was unwavering. The boy disappeared in the crowd.

  Ajax hissed. “What, Chris?”

  “Didn’t expect you’d find someone to play with.”

  “He found me. Who’s here?”

  “Brody’s here. And he needs our help.”

  “Um. Why?”

  “Because he got his dumbass in more shit than he can swallow. I’ll explain in a minute. C’mon.” Chris grabbed Ajax’s arm, yanking him out of the little hideaway and strolling through the mass of strangers. He slowed once he entered the main room again, roping his arm around Ajax’s shoulders and leaning into him.

  “Why are you volunteering to help Brody?”

  “The job pays more than he’s worth, and he said he’d give me seventy percent if I helped him out.”

  “Of course this is about money. Your heart is cold and dead.”

  “You haven’t heard the job yet, either. Do you know who’s hosting this party?”

  “Should I?”

  “The Cromwells.”

  “I need more information.”