Page 5 of Make Me Learn
“We?” I asked instead of introducing myself and he motioned behind his back towards the bar area.
He ducked his head slightly, “My Doms would like to meet you if you are interested.”
The mention of his Dominants intrigued me further, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of meeting them. The Masquerade was a realm where boundaries could be explored and power dynamics embraced, and the invitation to engage with them resonated deeply within me.
Curiosity danced in my eyes as I nodded, accepting his proposal. "I would be honored to meet them. Lead the way."
With a gesture, he motioned for me to follow as we made our way back to the bar area. As we approached, my eyes scanned the crowd, trying to catch a glimpse of the individuals who held this intriguing man's submission. And there, standing by the bar, I spotted them.
Two figures, both male, stood side by side, their shoulders adorned with various colors representing their respective kinks along with the black denoting them as dominants.
The first man exuded an air of commanding authority. His presence was strong, his deep blue gaze intense yet inviting. What I could see of his features behind his deep red mask alluded to a Spanish heritage. His dark hair was cut short at the sides but had a little length on top to allow strands of his straight hair to hang over his forehead. His sharp jawline also drew the eye to his neatly trimmed goatee. He too had a neatly tailored suit molded to him in classic black over a red shirt and I could see the muscles pushing against the material.
The second man emanated a calm and confident energy. His sea green eyes held a depth of understanding and compassion. His hair was cut in a similar fashion to the first but a little longer and had a curl to it, while his jaw was covered in a short maintained beard. His mask was a deep green that brought out the color of his eyes and matched the shirt covering his muscular body under his own classic black suit. My eyes were drawn to his full lips as he raised a glass of what I assumed was whiskey to them and took a sip.
Apollo approached them, and I followed closely behind. As we neared, their eyes followed our every step.
"Sirs," Apollo addressed them softly and respectfully, his voice carrying a note of reverence.
"Thank you for the invitation," I said, my voice calm yet tinged with anticipation.
The first man, with the deep red mask, inclined his head slightly, acknowledging my presence. His voice carried a commanding tone as he spoke, his words laced with authority. "Welcome. I go by Ares, and this is Hermes," he introduced himself and his companion.
Hermes, the man with the deep green mask, nodded in greeting, his sea green eyes fixed on me with a gentle intensity. "Pleasure to meet you," he said, his voice holding a soothing quality.
I returned their greetings with a polite smile. "The pleasure is mine," I replied, my voice steady despite the subtle excitement brewing within me. These men already had an effect on my body, I could almost feel the heat of their eyes as they took me in.
Ares' piercing gaze lingered on me for a moment before he spoke again. "We observed your curiosity and interest in the performance. It takes a special kind of spirit to appreciate the intricacies of power dynamics and vulnerability displayed within such acts."
His words resonated with me, acknowledging the deeper understanding I had felt while witnessing the dancers in the hanging cage. I nodded, appreciating their recognition. "There is an undeniable beauty in the trust and connection they shared," I replied, my voice filled with admiration.
Hermes' eyes softened, and a warm smile played on his lips. "Indeed. The exploration of such dynamics is at the heart of The Masquerade, where boundaries are respected and desires are embraced."
I took a moment to absorb their words, feeling a growing sense of comfort and intrigue in their presence. "I've always been fascinated by the intricacies of power exchange and exploring one's desires within a safe and consensual environment," I admitted, allowing my curiosity to seep into my words.
Ares raised an eyebrow, his expression betraying a hint of intrigue and an edge of sex. "And what desires, if I may ask, have brought you to The Masquerade tonight?"
I paused, considering my response carefully, trying to ignore the way a simple conversation was making my body hot. "The desire to explore and connect with like-minded individuals who appreciate the depth of human desires, as well as the desire to understand the various facets of power dynamics and surrender," I answered honestly, my voice steady.
A loaded silence enveloped us, and I could feel the subtle sexual anticipation surrounding us. Ares' gaze held mine, and after a moment, he nodded. "Very well. If you're willing, we would be honored to guide you through exploring what you like and help you discover more about yourself. What name do you go by?"
I took a moment to gather my thoughts, feeling a mixture of excitement and anticipation at the prospect of embarking on this journey. Their presence radiated a sense of authority and understanding, and I trusted that they would provide the guidance and support I sought within The Masquerade.
"I go by the name Star," I replied, my voice laced with newfound confidence. "It would be an honor to explore under your guidance.”
Hermes hummed, his eyes sparkling with intrigue as he acknowledged my introduction. "Star," he repeated, his voice carrying a hint of fascination. "A fitting name for someone who shines brightly in the night."
I blushed in response, appreciating his poetic observation. Ares' lips curved into a faint smile, his gaze lingering on me before I noticed it move to look at something behind me, moments before I felt a presence at my back.
“Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.” A gravelly voice whispered into my ear, his breath hot on my skin.
Fuck, just the voice alone turned me on more than I already was being near these men.
I could see the twitch of Hermes’ lips as the smile pulled further at Ares’, telling me that they already knew the person at my back. Turning toward the voice I took in the new man behind me.
If I had thought Ares and Hermes were dominant and intense, they had nothing on this man. He was larger than them and I could see the bulk of his muscles tight within the confines of his black suit and gray shirt. His hair and beard were longer than Hermes’ and allowed to go a little wild, which I suspected matched his personality. His gray mask matched both his shirt and his eyes as he looked at me with an intensity I felt all the way in my toes.
My voice came out in a rasp as I responded, “And what is it that you would wish for?”
