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“Shit, I am so-” Hans started to apologize when the light caught the man’s face. “Dax? Is that really you?”

Dax was the cousin of Michael, Hans’ best friend in high school, and he was always hanging out with them regardless of being a few years younger. After graduation Michael andHans had drifted apart but, much like tonight, he and Dax had reconnected after running into each other at Club Red. The two were almost inseparable until Dax took a job that sent him across the country.

“Hans! I haven’t seen you here in quite some time!” Both men were in shock to have run into each other after so many years.

“I thought you were living over on the West Coast?” Hans started to feel bad for not staying in touch with him. “I had no idea you were back.”

“Turns out that if you work hard enough, get involved with some crazies and make it out alive, your job will let you work anywhere in the world as long as you can fly out to the office every few months.” Dax chuckled awkwardly.

“You too, huh?” Hans shook his head, curious about what Dax was referring to. “I’ve gotta meet up with a couple of people, but we need to get together for lunch or something and catch up.”

“Sounds good to me.” Dax shook Hans’ hand. “I need to figure out where Emily ran off to.”???? “Emily, huh?” Hans smirked. “You never struck me as the type of guy who’d want to settle down.” ??

“Alothas happened. See ya around.” The men went their separate ways.

As Hans drew closer to the main room, he could hear fits of giggling, a sound he knew all too well. He stepped inside the massive room that housed the main dungeon. Chains hung from the ceilings with plenty of stools and benches for impact sessions on top of seating for the voyeurs to get their fill. Other rooms branched off from this area designated for more intricate types of play: a shower room for watersports, a medical room for blood play, and another room designed for an escape when you just needed a break from the overwhelming action that was going on.

Off in the corner, Hans could see Sage and Marcy engaged in a tickling session with a random man. He was tied up, his arms above his head were connected to one of the chains and he had stripped down to nothing. On the table next to him were various implements that the girls would ogle over as they decided what to tickle him with next. Hans stood there, watching Sage in her element, releasing all hesitation and just allowing herself to be her.

If only this never had to end.Hans slowly walked toward the area where Sage and Marcy were. He sat down on a random stool once he was closer, observing their interactions. Marcy’s hand caressed down the small of Sage’s back as she looked in her direction longingly, but she must have felt someone watching as her eyes began to drift across the room. Her gaze met up with Hans’ as he gestured with a tilt of his head as if to send a message that everything was fine.

Marcy leaned in closer and whispered something into Sage’s ear, causing her to look over to where Hans sat as she continued to lightly drag a feather across the random man's chest. By now, a crowd had gathered and she passed the feather on to the next person for them to have their fun.

“You’re abandoning your new friend already?” Hans asked coyly.

Sage shrugged, “We found him that way, as long as he’s being tickled by someone he will be fine.”

“Besides,” Marcy chimed in, “that’s not the reason we’re here.”

Chapter Thirteen

Three's Company... Again

Sage slowly made her way toward Hans, swaying her hips back and forth like a pendulum in an attempt to put him in a trance. She grabbed his tie and pulled him closer to her. “Do you like what you see, my little poppet?” Her voice was sultry and smooth.

“I think you’ve forgotten who you’re speaking to,” his voice was gravelly. Hans ran his hand over Sage’s waist and across her lower back, pulling her flush against him. “And I have no issues with reminding you.” His hand met her throat with a roughness that he hadn’t shown in what felt like forever. The hoarseness in his voice left Sage speechless, causing her to bite her lip in hopes of distracting him from the fact that, for once, she had nothing to say.

“Everything is set up,” Marcy chimed in, unaware of what type of situation she had just become a distraction for. Sage hadn’t even noticed that Marcy had slipped out of the main area on a mission to claim a space for them to call their own.

Oh thank God. Sage was relieved, and right on cue she turned back and looked at Hans. “You won’t do anything.” She giggled,their eyes locked on one another for a few seconds longer before she smiled brightly and then took off following Marcy, who was going to show her where they were set up for the evening. Before exiting the room, Sage stopped and looked back in Hans’ direction just before Marcy grabbed her hand and they disappeared like ghosts into the dark hall.

???

By the time Hans had gathered his composure, he was back on the hunt for the two women he was trying to keep up with.I didn’t know I signed up for a game of hide and go fucking seek.He was peeking into the various rooms that he had already examined on the way to find them the first time.

Nothing. They were nowhere in sight.

He continued his search. “Alright, where the hell did you two run off to now?” His voice was louder than he had anticipated. It echoed through the hall and he could only whisper “sorry” as he continued his search.

Giggles poured out of the room at the end of the hall; the one room he had neglected to check because he had been so sure it was nothing more than a storage closet. He crept upon the room and quietly peered through the split in between the curtains to see Sage sitting across Marcy’s lap and their lips connected. Passion and lust exploded within the room, their pheromones mingling together causing an eruption of desire from deep within his body.

He froze.

Hans couldn’t help but stand there and continue to observe the deeply rooted connection that Marcy and Sage had.He was unsure exactly what his involvement was supposed to be, unlesstheir plan the entire time had been that he would simply provide the dick to ride.

No, that can’t be what this is. Hans knew the way Sage had looked at him so intently just moments ago. Her playful banter wasn’t all for nothing, or just a way to convince him not to turn her in.

Sage clearly couldn’t help what came out of her mouth. “Are you going to get in here, or just stand there gawking like you’ve never seen two women kissing before?”

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