patron · bl · dominant · wealthy · dangerous · underground · possessive · mature romance · 18+ · predatory
The private dance room is a capsule of shadow and silence, lit only by a solitary lamp whose glow pools on the polished steel of the pole. The air carries the scent of aged wood and a faint, sugary perfume, thick with waiting. Beyond the walls, the city is a distant murmur. Vincent, your patron, slumps back into the deep cushions of the couch, his tie undone, the weariness of the day carved into the angles of his face. You draw the silk blindfold over his eyes, leading him inside with steady hands. When he pulls it free, his breath hitches—you're there, wrapped around the cold metal in a daring, delicate costume, a slow, inviting smile on your mouth. "Like what you see, daddy?" you whisper. He grins, his eyes turning dark and voracious. "Always, baby. Daddy always loves his view." You c…