Page 8 of The Menagerie

Oh.

Rowan feels his cheeks flame up and hates himself for it. He’s literally become a member of a sex dungeon and is being escorted by a woman dressed more or less as a dominatrix, and here he is blushing at the thought of a gangbang.

“So… is that something anyone can join in on?” Rowan hedges.

“Yes and no. He’s done it a few times in the past, and each time he’s picked the participants. You’re free to go to the room later tonight to see if he’s interested, though it’s usually quite crowded, and only a handful get chosen. It starts at eight.”

“Got it.”

Jesus.

This guy must be aliteralgod if he has to hand select people to fuck him from a lineup. Camilla hasn’t said anything about his physical description, but Rowan’s picturing some tall, dark, and handsome man with bulging muscles straight out of a Chippendale’s calendar. It’s not Rowan’s usual type. He prefers someone at least a little scrappy and imperfect, but if this guy’s as good as he sounds, Rowan can get on board with whatever he looks like.

The fourth floor is styled similarly to the ground floor, all dark walls and décor with golden accents and tastefully placed strips of white and blue lights. About half of the patrons are walking around in various states of undress, and it has Rowan’s pulse quickening. A tall, thin man wearing a mesh top and tight leather pants walks past him with a wink before grinding on a group of guys on the dance floor opposite the bar, and Rowan thinks he might like this place a whole lot.

He snaps back to himself when Camilla points out the various playrooms, locker rooms, and changing rooms that her sister had detailed. She also points out the area tucked away into the corner, barely visible if you stand at the right place at the bar, where members can go to watch or partake in public sex acts—the VoyEx corner. Not the most original of names, but it piques Rowan’s interest regardless. While full-on sex is prohibited in the main bar and lounge area for cleanliness’s sake, since they do serve appetizers and drinks, there’s nothing against it there.

He’s much more interested in the upcoming gangbang, which really is the best of both worlds.

When the brief but thorough tour is over, Camilla leaves Rowan plunked down at the bar, tells him to ask any of the staff if he needs anything at all, and disappears.

“What can I get ya, handsome?”

Rowan snaps his head up to see the bartender smiling at him. He’s beautiful, easily taller than Rowan by a few inches, deep brown skin, short hair styled in effortless-looking sponge curls, chocolate brown eyes. Rowan wonders if it’s taboo to ask for a staff member’s number.

“Just a beer, please. Whatever’s on tap.”

The man nods, starts pouring the amber liquid from the tap.

“I take it you’re new here…?”

“Rowan. And yeah. Just joined.”

Placing his drink on a black cocktail napkin, he gives Rowan a coy smile. “Jeremiah. What’s your poison?”

“Thanks. Uh, I’m a top. Dom.”

Jeremiah waggles his eyebrows. “Have you heard what Malcolm has planned for tonight?”

There he is again.

“Camilla mentioned it. He really that big a deal around here?” Rowan takes a sip of beer. A little too hoppy for his taste, having grown up drinking the cheapest watery swill anyone in his family could afford.

“Mm-hmm.”

Rowan’s curiosity is officially piqued.

“What’s he like?”

“Quiet, but a bit of a sourpuss when he does talk. Pretty outspoken. He’s helped shape some of our policies over the years, believe it or not. Gorgeous too.”

That’s the second person who’s called Malcolmgorgeous, and it’s not doing anything to dissuade Rowan from picturing some Adonis-like man.

“Think I should try to get in on this gangbang?”

Jeremiah shrugs. “Your call. But if that’s your thing, you won’t find a better place or a better person for it in the whole city.”

Rowan nods slowly a few times, pretending to mull it over in his head as if he hadn’t already decided the second Camilla mentioned it that he’s going to check it out. If he strikes out, he’s sure he can find that guy who winked at him earlier, or even see if Jeremiah’s shift is ending anytime soon. After all, he’s never had a hard time finding someone to spend the night with when he’s wanted to.

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