Page 2 of Sunrise

I waggle a Twix bar. “Robbing Vault’s candy stash. Want some?”

“Nah. Come on.” D holds the door for me. “We’re late.”

“What?” I rise so fast out of the chair, it tips over. “I thought it was supposed to start at 8:30.”

“7:30. It’s almost over.”

“Shit.”

Both dressed in all black, we’re twinning, and even our strides match as we make our way to where the Butterfly Ceremony is held. Only tonight, it’s a Shibari Show.

“How’d you know I was in there?” Dumb question considering Dmitri is head of security at the club.

“Saw you go in. You always go to him first, figured you hadn’t realized the time.”

Fair. I’m usually late for everything.

“Sophie told me 8:30,” I say just before we reach the double doors to the big room. “I was trying to be early for once.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Dmitri shrugs. “She’s been a little off lately, anyway. Maybe she got the time confused.”

What the fuck? “Has she had any more trouble at the club?”

“Nothing I didn’t immediately take care of.”

That’s not a good answer.

Sophie’s been a little on edge lately and won’t tell me why. She’s gotten clingier too. Not that I’m at all complaining about that. I love being with her. She’s a Domme at the Monarch Club and sometimes I think her subs push her too much and test her boundaries. I don’t like it. “Anything I can help with?”

“You’re here,” D says like that’s enough. “She likes having us all with her.”

My muscles relax a fraction. That would be just like our girl. She’s always dragging Vault, Dmitri, Ryker, and now Tara and Daelyn to my restaurant for dinner when the Monarch closes. She became part of our family so quickly that I sometimes have to remember she wasn’talwayswith us. I feel like I’ve known her my whole life. And D’s right. She’s always looking for group activities. Movies, dinners… why not invite us all to watch her get tied up and suspended from a hook in the ceiling too?

Regardless, I come at her request. Whatever it is, whatever she wants, whatever she needs, count me in.

“Damn,” I mutter as we enter the room.

Monarch Club members perch in their seats for the show, and the lights are dim. It’s a small crowd, but you can tell they’re hungry. Arousal has a different scent than sex to me. It’s sweeter. More potent. Ryker says I’m crazy, but he’s just not as sensitive to it as I am. Bro’s probably nose blind to it at this point.

Sophie stands front and center, wearing a black bra and panty set. Her hair is pulled back tight in a high pony and her red lips match the curtains framing the stage. Very classy. Very va-va-voom.

Very I want to fuck her.

Vault is in his standard black dress pants and black button-down shirt. Guess we’re twinning tonight too.

The slow, deep, throbbing pulse of Two Feet playing over the speakers definitely sets the tone. Vault pulls out a rope and slowly walks around Sophie, like a wolf with its prey. By the way she watches him, she’s dying to get eaten. Wanna know how I know that? Because she looks at me that waytoo, just before I tongue-fuck her pussy.

I’m a hopeless romantic who’s attracted to brilliance. Are you shocked that I’m in love with both of these spectacular creatures on stage? Don’t gettooswoony on me though. It’s not like you think. The first time I saw them together, I wanted to rip them apart. I don’t like people touching what’s mine. But I couldn’t move when I saw them put on a show, just like this one, for the first time. They were so beautiful together. So perfect. Natural.

I should have left it at that. Just me watching from the back of the room, where they didn’t know I existed, should have been enough. The Monarch welcomes all kinks, including exhibitionism and voyeurism, but I’m not a fan of watching. No shade to those that are, it’s just that I’m a participator, not a voyeur.

But that night, when they were on stage, giving a little lesson in bondage, I was the biggest goddamn voyeur in the club. I voyeured hard. Afterwards, I stalked. When the show was done, I slipped out, snuck into Vault’s office, and found them on the surveillance feed. They went into a private room and… well, let’s just say that memory is still my favorite to use when I jerk off.

And fucking hell, it started a frenzy inside me that’s yet to abate. When they were finished, I did the best worst thing ever: I waited until Vault left and then snuck into the room and got on my knees andbeggedSophie for a turn. I wanted to be inside her so fucking bad because Vault had just fucked her, and I wanted to bethatclose to him again.

My confession should have gotten me kicked in the balls, but she agreed to it.

I know, I know. Not my finest moment, but at least I was honest. I never expected that night to turn into another, and another, and another, and another. We’ve been a thing for over a year now, and she comes to my house in the middle of the night, randomly shows up at my restaurant, and invites me to watch whenever she and Vault are performing together, like tonight. Sophie sees me, and we understand each other in the worst kind of way. Thank God she’s in my life or I would have taken a long walk off a short pier by now.

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