Teach Me Tonight

Chapter 1“Are you ready?” The exterior of the warehouse in front of them looks bare and a little disappointing. Concrete bricks span at least three stories high, with no way inside except for a rustic metal door kept shut. Only the neon sign displayed above the entrance gives the passersby a clue of what kind of depravity goes on in the b**m club. In bright red, the word Dominatrix flashes on the facade, adorned with a devil’s tail and horns. “Hell yeah.” Luke takes a drag of his cigarette, smoke swirling out in the air. “You’re going to love it,” Ash assures him with a hand on his shoulder. Luke puts the cigarette out on the bricks, taking the butt and inserting it back in its pack. “Are you really allowed to be here with me, though?” Ash has been a different person since he started dating Paul. More carefree, confident, and the happiest Luke has ever seen him. When Ash disclosed how Paul introduced him to b**m and became his Dom, it grew clear why Paul was Ash’s first serious boyfriend in years. Luke won’t say he completely understands what a Dom/sub relationship entails, but he did enough research to know Ash coming here without his Dom is frowned upon. The last thing Luke wants is for Ash to get in trouble with Paul. After Ash’s eye-opening conversation about being a submissive, Luke couldn’t help but relate to his friend’s experience. Luke, like Ash, gets off on being bossed around, roughed up, and restrained in any way possible—which is why the two of them are so much better as friends than lovers. When Ash told him there’s an entire community out there who understand him and people like him, Luke saw an opportunity to spice things up in his life. Luke has always associated b**m with porn. And oh, boy, does he enjoy that kind of porn. But he never thought he could have s*x that kinky in real life; it seemed unachievable, something that should stay in his fantasies. It wasn’t until Ash talked about his relationship with Paul that Luke realized he could have that too, if he desired. Luke’s desire to find that experience is why they’re here, at Dominatrix, the only b**m club in West Texas, where people come to drink and talk while all sorts of kinky activities happen around them. Luke hopes tonight, he won’t simply admire from afar. He can’t wait to feel the brush of a flogger against his back, of ropes closing on his wrists, of a velvety voice ordering him to do anything they want… “No, I asked his permission,” Ash says as he pushes the metal door open. Muffled bass comes from inside, the music loud and electronic. “I told him I wanted to show you the club before classes start on Monday. Since he’s on another of his work trips, he allowed me to come with you tonight.” The music grows louder with each step they take farther into the building. At the end of the narrow hallway, another metal door lies closed next to a long front desk, manned by a young man welcoming members and taking care of the cloakroom. Ash greets the man, not much older than Ash and Luke themselves, and explains Luke is a guest. After Luke presents his license and signs some papers—a non-disclosure agreement ensuring Luke won’t take pictures or share the events inside the club—the man hands them two paper wristbands, one red and the other green. “Red wristbands are for taken subs; green ones are for single subs. The Doms wear blue wristbands, and you might encounter the yellow for the switches, even if they’re rare over here.” Ash wraps the red one around his wrist, gluing the paper together, and passes the green one to Luke. “Wearing red means no one will approach you; wearing blue means you’re given deference.” “And hopefully wearing green means someone will f**k me tonight.” Luke grins, binding the green paper around his wrist. Ash chuckles. “If you’re lucky, getting f****d won’t be the only thing you’re doing tonight.” With their wristbands fastened, Luke and Ash leave the dark hallway to step through the second door and into the main room of the club. The music here is boisterous and energizing, urging Luke to swing his hips. Around the room, people in all states of undress are engaging in some type of b**m practice, their moans and groans drowned out by the upbeat song coming out of the two-feet-tall speakers. Luke doesn’t have personal experience with b**m, but he knows very well how to use Google to his advantage. After an initial eye-opening conversation with Ash, Luke researched every bit of information he could find about b**m, from the kinks to the lifestyle. Now that he’s here, he watches his surroundings with wide eyes as fascination expands inside his chest from the excitement of seeing it all happen in real life. In one corner, a dainty blonde is strapped to a chair with thick ropes wrapped around her. She’s buck naked and tied in such a tantalizing way, Luke knows this isn’t mere bondage, but shibari technique. Next to the blonde, a shirtless man with leather pants teases her c**t with a wand vibrator, leaving her a sobbing mess as she squirms around the ropes. In instants, all the blood in Luke’s body rushes south. He’s not sure what is turning him on more: the way the girl so beautifully submits, or how imposing the man looks as he does whatever he wants to her. Luke has always known he bats for both teams, but it’s with men that Luke wants to lose control. Girls are great, sure. But Luke wants to be ordered around and f****d hard by someone bigger and stronger than him. Luke loves to be overpowered, which is why he favors older men rather than his classmates—another reason his relationship with Ash never went far. They hooked up a few times when they were roommates in their freshmen year, but they were too sexually incompatible to develop any kind of romantic relationship. They became best friends instead. In another corner, a long-legged man is on his hands and knees on a spanking bench. Handcuffs bind his wrists in front of him while his balls are stretched with the help of a humbler, two metal bars compressing the guy’s testicles and pulling them away from his body. Next to him, a voluptuous brunette wearing a black leather corset and fishnets is using a riding crop to strike the sub on his thighs, ass, and exposed scrotum. The Domme has no qualms about hitting the man with vigor, not slowing down when she aims for his testicles. The noises that escape his throat at each swing are loud enough to be heard over the music. Luke can’t help but gawk at every hit the sub takes, his own jeans becoming tighter. It shouldn’t surprise him how much he wants to be in the shoes of that man, but even his balls crave that attention. Heat zings through his body as he watches the sub accept pain as if it were the best kind of pleasure. God, Luke hopes someone picks him up for the night. Reluctantly dragging his eyes away from the debauchery surrounding him, Luke walks to the bar with Ash in tow. They’re met by a bulky guy that only looks a few years older than Luke himself, but the similarities only go as far as the black eyeliner on their eyes. Jeffrey, as Ash calls him when he orders his Manhattan, is at least six feet tall, which makes him look like a giant compared to Luke’s five foot five. Jeffrey is also brawny, while Luke is lean and lithe. The man is handsome, but if Luke is being honest, too young for his tastes. Luke orders his mojito, and once he and Ash have both their drinks in hand, they move to one of the vacant tables on the other side of the room. Luke’s eyes don’t stray away from the scenes around them, staring for long moments at the couples of all genders that only make Luke’s hard d**k strain inside his pants. “You look like a kid in an amusement park,” Ash comments, the corners of his mouth turning up. Luke pulls his eyes away from the two closest men engaging in an enthusiastic blowjob to turn his attention back at Ash. He grins. “I feel like I am in an amusement park.” “And what a kinky one at that, right?” “I didn’t know the club would be so…” Luke searches for the right word. He sneaks a peek at the nearby Dom face-f*****g his sub. Heat flares inside him as he seeks the most adequate way to convey this. “Depraved. And perverted. And sexy, or s****l, or both. It’s definitely exceeded my expectations.” “Yeah, depraved is the right word to describe Dominatrix,” Ash says. “But I damn well know you like it.” “Like it? I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my entire life. I need to end up in the hands of a Dom tonight or else I’ll die of s****l frustration.” “Don’t worry. Pretty as you are, someone is going to approach you tonight,” Ash reassures him. “You can always expect to find a one-night stand at Dominatrix. That’s the good thing about it being a pansexual club; there’s opportunity for everyone.” Luke sips his mojito, letting his gaze stray to the gay couple closest to them. They moved on from the blowjob and now the biggest man is f*****g the twink with a hand closed around his throat. Luke stares for so long and is so engrossed that when Ash says something, he misses it. “What?” Luke asks, turning back to Ash. Ash rolls his eyes. “I said, don’t look, but there’s a guy near the bar who has been staring at you for a few minutes.” Luke does exactly what Ash told him not to do. He searches the crowd and pauses on the man who is looking straight at him. Piercing eyes that burn with intent stare back at him, a color too light for him to pinpoint the hue. White strands pepper the man’s dirty blond locks, trimmed short at the side. His sharp jawline is clean shaven, but his shirtless chest shows a patch of light hair with a very inviting happy trail leading down to his groin, covered by tight leather pants. Across his muscular chest, the man is wearing a harness of leather that matches his pants. His sinewy body displays wide, robust shoulders and a narrow waist, his height towering over Luke’s by almost one foot, if Luke can guess from a distance. He looks older, probably older than he appears, although it’s clear he works out. There’s a mature aspect to him, but he doesn’t look older than forty. And he’s wearing a blue wristband. Perfect. “I said don’t stare,” Ash hisses. “That’s rude.” “Why?” Luke asks, looking away. “You’re a sub; it’s rude to hold eye contact. Especially with a Dom as renowned as Master Hardy,” Ash explains. “He’s friends with the owner, Mistress Laura, and he works as dungeon master occasionally. He’s considered the best Dom of this place, but he changes subs constantly and is very picky.” Ash looks toward Hardy, and his eyes bulge. “He’s coming over here!” Hardy approaches them, stride confident. He stops by the table where Ash and Luke are stationed. Ash stands up and Luke copies him, expecting his friend to know better how to behave. “Good evening, gents,” Hardy greets them with a for-real British accent. Absolutely perfect. “G-good evening, Master Hardy,” Ash says, flushed in embarrassment. “Good evening,” Luke repeats politely, straightening his back. “You’re Asher, right?” Hardy scrutinizes Ash. “Paul’s new sub?” Ash’s lips spread into a small smile and his blush deepens. “Yes, Sir. Nice to meet you, Sir.” “And who is your friend?” Hardy gives Luke a thorough once-over. “I’ve never seen him here. And I’d have remembered if I had.” Luke preens at the interest. He tucks a strand of his raven hair behind his ear and ducks his head. “This is Luke. And it’s his first time here, yes. He’s new to the scene.” “Nice to meet you, Sir.” Luke rolls the honorific off his tongue; it feels right, somehow. “You looked very interested in your surroundings,” Hardy comments with amusement. “I admit I haven’t seen someone so enthralled by the club in a while. And if your looks didn’t show that, I could tell by the state of your pants.” He smirks and nods at the straining erection inside Luke’s skinny jeans.