would she flee? But he had no choice. It was either that, or wait until she returned then leave her waiting. That seemed worse. So he nipped into the locker room and stashed his jacket and the helmets that hung from his arm into a locker. Though they had keys, none of the members bothered to lock them. Being here was about trusting those around you. What went on here was too intimate not to. He just hoped that Megan would be able to trust him enough to enjoy the evening. Trust. Their whole relationship was about trust. After their separation, could they ever really trust one another again? We have to. I cannot stand to exist without her. He emerged back through the door to find Megan waiting. He placed the bundles on the floor and pulled her into his arms. He couldn’t help it. She was so beautiful, so adorable and so sexy. He held her tightly with one hand and roamed her body with the other. “You are truly gorgeous, sub. You know that?” Megan tilted her head for a kiss. “I am pleased that you think so, Master.” He covered her mouth with his own and plundered it with his tongue. He tasted her sweetness, her warmth, and her familiarity. His heart beat hard against his ribs, trying to join with hers. He couldn’t wait to show her off. To indulge her deepest, darkest desires and to make her come again and again and again. As he pulled her even closer, his cock pushed against the front of her pussy and the panties pinged aside. He ground into her, the zipper on his jeans digging into his erection and her wet warmth. She moaned into his mouth and he lifted her, wrapping her legs around him. He pushed her back to the nearest wall and humped her repeatedly, wishing that they were naked and he was indeed buried in her heat. She cried out as she came and he held her there for a moment, shuddering with his own raw lust. He was on the verge of exploding into his pants and it took a few minutes to battle the urge. When he had caught his breath, he lowered her gently and helped her to reposition her underwear. Then he brushed her pussy cream from his jeans and licked it from his fingers. “Shall we?” He smiled at her flushed cheeks and the cute, dazed expression on her face. She looked like he felt. He took her hand and led her towards the entrance to the bar.
Megan stepped into the darkened bar area of Club Castille. The soothing fragrance of incense and vanilla met her nostrils. Combined with the gentle lighting and subtle saxophone music, it created a relaxed and sensual mood. Nothing was overdone. The incense was not overpowering, but sensual and warming. The music was just loud enough to hear, but quiet enough to allow conversation. The lamps spaced around the room and the candles on the low tables gave the room a soft glow, which helped to calm her nerves about being almost naked in a room full of people. Matt tucked the bundles under a strong arm and led her towards the bar where a muscular man smiled warmly at them. Megan tried to pretend that she hadn’t noticed that the bartender was wearing nothing but an apron covering his groin. Beneath the apron was an impressive bulge that bobbed as he moved. She realized that he was probably wearing a cock ring to keep him ready and erect for the pleasure of the club’s customers. “Champagne, Master King?” Matt nodded at him as he handed him their bundles. “We’ll collect these later.” Megan thought she saw the bartender check out Matt’s chest but she couldn’t be sure. He hadn’t even glanced at her large bare breasts, and if Matt was more his type, then that would explain it. She tried to slip a hand down to her panties to pull the one side back over her labia but it was difficult to do it discreetly. “Problem, sub?” Matt grinned. “My panties have slipped.” She grimaced. “No problem.” He reached out and took hold of the gauzy material and pulled it back into place. Then he ran his finger quickly