Burning Bright by A. Catherine Noon Page B

Madison’s got one, but it’s nowhere near as big as this one. It’s more like a gay leather bar, really. I’ve never met anyone in the scene as a professional.”
    Neal sat back. “We have three pro tops. You met Cleo. There’s also Craig.”
    “I saw him when I was here with Marty and Vince. He’s hot.”
    Neal smirked. “I’ll tell him you said that. He might want to top you, you say that…”
    Sasha’s cock twitched. Many of the photos in the gallery featured Craig and he looked as good nude as he did in clothes. “I might let him.”
    Neal cocked an eyebrow. “I might not let him.”
    How the hell did the big man figure out where all his buttons were? “Tease…”
    Neal lifted his finger into his mouth and sucked on it while watching Sasha. His cheeks worked at it, the muscles pumping, and Sasha started to pant. Neal stopped and leaned forward. “ That’s being a tease.”
    Sasha’s eyes widened. “You win.”
    “Good.” Neal sat back. “Shall we continue the tour?”
    Sasha finished his tea. “Sure.”
    Neal set their glasses in the sink. The double bar’s polished black lacquer top gleamed and the beaten metal inlaid on the fronts caught the light of the blue neon around it. Neal led the way back around the huge staircase in the middle of the floor. Behind the staircase was an area that Sasha only got glimpses of the other night because of the crowd. That, and Vince and Marty’s kink didn’t extend too far. An open play area beckoned. Three St. Andrew’s Crosses waited, empty, and two black iron cages were tucked behind the huge stairwell.
    The top stopped and gestured to a closed door with a keypad. “We added three private playrooms back there for members, and a quiet room too.”
    “What for?”
    Neal shrugged. “In case a bottom freaks out or something. We don’t have to use it very often, but it happens sometimes if a scene gets too intense.”
    Neal circled the stairwell and Sasha paced at his heels, refusing to let the Crosses distract him. The bigger man stopped in front of one of the public rooms. A playroom, visible through wrought-iron bars, sat behind several low couches. The gate, like a jail-cell door, stood open and Sasha eyed a spanking bench and swing. His cock twitched even as he glanced around behind him. That kid left, but…
    Neal repositioned the door against the bars, fully opened. “This one’s semi-private. The gate can close so nobody can interfere and get too close, but still gives the thrill of voyeurism, or the safely of others close by.”
    “Is this Playroom One?”
    Neal shook his head and jerked it to the left. “That one is. It’s the biggest. I wouldn’t distract you with the worry that somebody could walk in on us. And I don’t want interruptions.”
    Sasha shivered from the wicked look on the Dom’s face. He silently seconded that idea.
    Neal opened the playroom using a keypad and Sasha stepped in, looking around with interest. If he told Neal to design his dream dungeon, it would look like this. Halogen spots on undulating fixtures crawled across the ceiling, strategically lighting the play furniture and parts of the floor.
    He stopped inside the door with a growing hard-on. Neal closed the door and grinned at him.
    “This is my playroom where I take clients.”
    “It’s perfect.”
    A large metal square stood near the back wall, with hookups for restraints all around the edges. A bondage table, like a massage table only larger and with rings placed strategically around the perimeter, sat next to it. A St. Andrew’s cross loomed along the right wall and a heavy ring in the ceiling could be used for all sorts of things. A spanking bench stood in the corner, set up so the ass of the bottom would face the room. It sat on a slight pedestal so the top could fuck the bottom, if he wanted to.
    Sasha’s cock twitched again, his erection pressing against the cock ring.
    “Seriously, Neal. This is awesome.”
    Neal grinned, clearly pleased.
    “Do