“Do you come here often?” Sierra asked, dividing her attention between what was taking place a few feet in front of them and him. Sliding his hand in hers, twining their fingers together, Cole grinned down at her.
“No.” It was the absolute truth and based on the small smile Sierra gifted him with, she appreciated his response.
Cole rarely had the urge to return to the club, and when he had, it was only because of the darker urges that he’d learned to manage in recent years. He never would’ve seen himself as a submissive, but as it turned out, he was. At least when it came to Luke.
That didn’t mean he didn’t have some vivid fantasies about being anything but submissive. His interests these days revolved around the three of them, nothing more. Although they continued to push the boundaries with one another, there were still a few that Luke had refused to breach. Those were the fantasies Cole continued to have, the ones he counted on coming to fruition at some point.
The club couldn’t offer them what they could find together, just the three of them. One of the biggest draws of the club had always been the voyeuristic aspect. On any given night, one could come and enjoy enough visual stimulation to last an entire week. Since that didn’t appeal to him, outside of watching Sierra or Luke, or both of them, Cole had no desire to visit.
The familiar snap of a whip and Mistress Serena’s following command caused Sierra to jump, which in turn had Cole releasing her hand and folding her into his arms. With his chest pressed against her back, he could easily wrap his arms around her and rest his hands over her protruding belly. When she took his hand and moved it over her stomach, he grinned the moment he felt what she was trying to show him. A small, rounded ball protruded slightly from her stomach, probably a knee or an elbow he’d been told.
Their daughter was undoubtedly an active one, especially now. He didn’t know what it said about him that he gladly would spend the day with his arms wrapped around Sierra, his hands molded to her belly as he felt the precious child moving inside. He couldn’t wait for the day he held her in his arms.
“Want to see the rest of the place?” he whispered against her ear, making sure she could hear him over the thunderous boom of the sound system.
She nodded her head, but didn’t move away from him immediately, so Cole waited until she was ready. They continued to watch Mistress Serena for a couple of minutes before Sierra took his hand and led him away from the glass room.
With a protective hand on her back, Cole followed Sierra up to the second floor, then stayed beside her as they traversed the narrow walkways that formed a square with glass rooms on one side and rows of seating on the other. They didn’t stop to linger, and when they reached the stairs once more, Cole held his arm out, signaling for her to head back downstairs.
“What’s up there?” she asked, and he read her lips more than heard her words because, for some reason, the music was blaring tonight. Or maybe he was just getting old, he thought to himself.
Leaning down so that his mouth was close to her ear, he whispered some of the not so erotic fetishes that took place up there. When her face paled, he knew she wasn’t going to want to pursue it any further. Taking her hand, he led the way down the stairs, taking his time to walk beside her.
When they reached the ground floor once again, Cole noticed Samantha and McKenna, along with Tag and Logan, now standing near one of the bars, laughing and talking. Considering they weren’t partaking in any of the action the place had to offer, Cole knew it was going to be a short night. For that, he was grateful.
Rather than moving to join the others, Sierra surprised him when she turned around and headed toward the glass enclosed rooms, specifically the one that Mistress Serena was still in.
He had to admit, the scene was rather intense, but nothing that Sierra wouldn’t have been used to already, considering there were many times where she opted merely to watch him and Luke. In this particular scene, there were two men, and it appeared that everything they’d done thus far had led up to what was about to happen.
Kneeling on the floor in front of one of the men was a pretty blonde woman, her hands tied effectively behind her back while the taller, dark haired man stood in front of her, driving his cock deep into her mouth. The woman seemed perfectly satisfied, and the man appeared to be hovering on the edge of implosion, the pained look on his face reflecting his need for release.
Cole noticed that the man’s ass was red, probably from the flogger Mistress Serena was wielding at the moment. Apparently she must’ve retired her whip and opted for something a little more personal. Not that he’d ever seen her use a whip on anyone.