Tied With Me (With Me In Seattle)(45)

I take a deep breath and look around again. People are laughing, talking. Some women are kneeling at the feet of their partners, on pillows, hands resting on their knees and heads bowed. One Master feeds his sub fruit from his plate while he chats with a man sitting across from him, who is getting a blow job.

Holy shit.

“Let’s get you a drink, and then we’ll walk around.” Matt leads me to the bar, my hand tucked firmly in his.

“Montgomery!” the bartender bellows and marches over to take our order.

“Hey, Sal. It’s busy tonight.”

“That it is.” Sal nods with a grin. He seems like a happy man, with smiling hazel eyes and a lopsided smile. His lips are full. His hair is light blond, reflected in his light eyebrows and fair skin, and he’s muscular. A white T-shirt hugs his torso, and black jeans mold his lean hips and thighs.

Sal’s a hottie of epic proportions.

“Who is this beautiful little thing?” Sal asks Matt.

“This is Nic, my girlfriend. Nic, this is Sal. He’s a Master here, and a gifted bartender.”

“Hello,” I murmur, my heart pounding at the sound of girlfriend falling so easily from Matt’s lips.

“Nice to meet you, darlin’.” He eyes Matt. “She’s new.”

“She is,” Matt confirms.

“You can just call me Sal. We have a two-drink maximum here, darlin’. What can I get you?”

“I have a two-drink maximum myself, so that works,” I reply with a wide smile. “I’ll have a dry martini, please.”

He cocks an eyebrow for a moment, and then he laughs, reaching for a martini glass. “What would you like, Matt?”

“Just water for me.”

“Are you demonstrating tonight?”

“I hadn’t planned to,” Matt responds with a frown. “I’m just here to show Nic around tonight.”

Sal nods and hands me my drink and a bottle of water for Matt. “I think Des needs a Shibari demo tonight, if you’re interested.”

Matt shakes his head and wraps his arm around my shoulders protectively. “Not tonight.”

“Have fun then. Welcome, darlin’ Nic.” Sal winks and moves away to fill another order.

I sip my drink and sigh in happiness. “Sal makes a great drink.”

“He does,” Matt agrees with a chuckle and leads me through the room and up a wide staircase to the second floor, which is similar to the first, but there is no bar up here, the lights are dimmer, the music louder, and instead of couches and chairs, there are beds covered in red velvet around the edges of the room. In the center of the space are several platforms with more equipment I don’t know the names of. Some have restraints hanging from the ceiling, and some are just simply beds.

All of it scares me and intrigues me at the same time.

But what catches my eyes are the people. The few dozen people scattered about the room are mostly naked. Some are f*cking. Some are watching.

Directly to my right, two heavily muscled men are seducing a plump woman, caressing her body and whispering in her ear, kissing her nipples. There are hands and lips and groans everywhere.

My core tightens.

“Ah, just like the story the other night,” Matt whispers into my ear. He’s moved behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, sliding his hand up my ribs to cup my breast in his palm. “Does that turn you on, little one?”

My breathing has turned choppy, and my heart is going to pound out of my chest.

If I’d worn panties, they’d be wet by now.

I nod, not taking my eyes off of the threesome. “Who are they?”

“That’s Kevin and Gray. They’re firefighters and always share their women.”

My eyes widen further at the thought. “Always?”

“Yes.”

“Are they gay?” I ask softly.

“No, they just enjoy sharing. They’re best friends.” The woman between them lets out a wail of ecstasy as Gray slips his head between her legs and laps at her center, while Kevin grips her hair in his fist and guides her mouth to his large, stiff cock.

Matt leads me farther into the space, past a couple kissing and caressing each other on a mattress, slowly undressing each other.

“Some couples like the idea of being watched,” Matt murmurs in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He continues to worry my nipple through my shirt. I’m stunned to realize I’d rather he just pull my strapless shirt down and unleash my breast to touch it properly.