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tongue sliding along Luke’s lower lip. “I don’t want to be something you feel guilty about. But if confession is what you need to reconcile how you feel and what you want, then have at it. I won’t stop you, but I’ll make damn sure you feel very good while you sin.”
    Luke almost told him that was Satan’s MO, that the fallen angel used your desires against you, like he had with Jesus in the desert before he was crucified. But Luke didn’t think Nathan would appreciate the biblical lesson. So instead, he opened his mouth slightly and let Nathan dive in with his tongue. Nathan was an amazing kisser, so hungry and hot. Luke lit up and opened his mouth wider.
    “Ready,” Olivia said from the doorway. Luke pulled back and stared. Holy shit. The dress. Plunging neckline revealing her ample cleavage and a skirt short enough Luke could see the top of her thigh highs. And the boots. He was sure she’d leave them on to fuck if he asked her, or maybe if Nathan asked her.
    “Twirl, baby,” Nathan said, and she immediately did, the skirt flaring out to show off her bare ass and pussy.
    “Luke’s gonna take that ass tonight. I’m glad you bounced on that dildo because you’re going to need to be ready for the both of us. DP, baby. Make sure you bring the lube in your purse.”
    Olivia rolled her eyes. “Like I would leave home without it.”
    “Are we going back to the dungeon at Nyx?” Luke asked, suddenly feeling butterflies in his stomach. Would he have to do another scene? It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, not with the two of them, but he didn’t feel ready yet to be graded on his performance with them by other people in the community. It was one thing to be a newbie on demo night, but the next time he visited, he wanted to be able to show off a bit more. At the very least, he wanted to know what he was doing enough not to blow his load from just a little ass play.
    Nathan shook his head. “No, not to Nyx. We’re going to The Playground. Livi likes music, and she likes to be seen. I’m indulging her tonight.”
    Luke released a breath. Okay. He hadn’t been to that club before, but he’d heard of it. They were just going to see a band, and then apparently coming home to double penetrate Olivia. He wasn’t sure why she needed to bring lube with her, but he wasn’t going to ask any questions. Nathan was running the show, and when the man slipped a cuff connected to a small leash around Luke’s wrist, a part of him low down inside settled into calm. He could do this.
    •●•
    As they entered The Playground, Luke was assaulted by loud music and thick air that smelled of sweat and…sex. He’d never been to the club before, but of course he knew about it. Anyone in the Minneapolis-St. Paul area knew of it. It was legendary. But between a sick mom and being broke, he hadn’t gotten a chance to see a show there. Plus, you had to be at least eighteen to get in to see most of the bands, so it wasn’t like he’d had many opportunities. He liked the place immediately. A person could get lost in the crowd and be anyone they wanted to be.
    And it seemed there were dozens of people doing just that. Some people were making out on the dance floor, squished between so many bodies it could hardly be called a dance floor anymore.
    At the bar, the patrons shouted their orders at the two bartenders who moved around like robots, completely undaunted by the throng of screaming customers as though they did this every night of the week and there was nothing to be flustered over. Anyone who didn’t squeeze through to the counter or yell over the volume didn’t get served. It was that simple.
    There were both straight and gay couples pressed against each other everywhere. One man sat on a stool at the bar, his hands gripping the ass cheeks of the man between his legs, grinding into him, their mouths locked together, oblivious to anyone around them.
    All manner of dress was visible everywhere Luke