BDSM Ghoap x female reader

I have no idea where this is going, it could turn into several parts... or not

Simon and Johnny as a dom/switch couple who scene fairly often at a local club. When they opt for an observation room or the gallery, they often draw a small crowd. Most agree there’s something about watching Simon flog Johnny, or cane him, whip him, paddle him, is like watching a painter working on his masterpiece. And Johnny cries so beautifully, whimpering as his cock pulses against the ring he’s been wearing for hours, the entire room holding its breath when his face starts to crumple and he breaks. One doesn’t exist without the other, but Johnny like this, is a sadists dream. He shatters magnificently, taken apart bit by bit by his dom until the crescendo, Simon pushing inside him with one hard, violent thrust, both of them finding their end together. They’re a vision.

And you’re brand new. To everything. Trying to explore yourself, discover yourself, too many flags flown way too high this past year as you torn through some genre specific romance books. You’re… experimenting.

Well, you would be. If you could get yourself off the fucking bar stool, look at anyone. It’s your second night, and you’re not faring much better than your first, still hoping for courage to take the plunge.

It never comes. You hand your coat check ticket in and look mournfully at the ornate oak doors separating you from the world you so desperately want to understand.

Maybe next time. This weekend. Or next week. You just need a little more time.

Orange red cherry catches the corner of your gaze as you step away from the entrance, cold air brisk on your face, so sharp it stings your eyes, and you turn the corner of the jacket up to your cheeks, head down, turning towards your car. The burning end of a cigarette is crushed beneath a heel, and like a deer in headlights, you freeze as he moves out from the shadow of the building. He’s not a man, he can’t be. A god, maybe, one of the fairytales about Hercules or Zeus, but in a battle forged way. Big, broad, chest and arms defined inside a smart black shirt, thighs barely contained in black slacks. His head cocks. Predator, appraisal. Dominant.

“Leaving so soon?”

"I'm uh, I'm new here."

"New here, or new to the scene?" Your throat is tight, tighter than a vice, choking off your air as your eyes nervously flick between them. Johnny tilts his head, just enough the sharp line of his jaw glows in the low light of the room, razored edge softened in golden velvet.

"New to... everything."

"Why are you here?" Simon has barely said three words to you since introductions, when he directed you to a barstool with his hand on your lower back. After that, silence. Short non verbal exchanges with Johnny, barely a glimpse here and there.

"I..." you lose your voice and stare at the floor. Why are you here? Oh I accidentally downloaded a BDSM romance off of Kindle Unlimited and liked it so much I found another, and another. It doesn't sound good. Or sexy. Or like you're prepared in any sense, though you guess you're not. "I, um..." you can't spit it out, can't escape the weight of their attention.

"It's okay." Simon leans back, assessing you. "Have you ever seen a scene before?"

"Oh, ah. No." You're so out of your depth here, it's not even funny, and it must be obvious, considering multiple people keep discreetly glancing your way. Or some, not so discreetly.

"Who's in room ten?" He's not talking to you at all, but to Johnny, who shakes his head and immediately rises, saunters away, threading through people until he slips out of view.

Simon studies you in his absence. He doesn't speak a word, watching you fidget and shift your weight, cataloging every single movement. The dress you chose feels two times too small under his microscope.

"It's Matt, and Juliette." Saved by Johnny's return. Simon nods thoughtfully.

"Would you like to see a scene?" Your heart flutters into chaotic rhythm, tripping over itself. You take too long to answer, and Johnny folds his arms over his chest.

"Why else are ye here?"

Fair enough. 

"It can be one way, or two, or just clear glass, depending. If the light is green," Simon points overhead, "Matt has decided to allow observers, if it's red, the glass is only a one way mirror, making the scene private."

"So... they want to be watched."

"Yes." Heat trickles from your cheeks to your thighs, spreading across your flesh like a disease, something all consuming, debilitating. You can't help but stare at her, naked, strapped down to a bench, ass in the air. When he bends down beside her, nose to nose, stroking long fingers over his nape, she looks at him with so much, so much adoration, it's dizzying to witness. He returns it. Ten fold.

"He's going to paddle her. Have ye ever seen it?" You shake your head.

"Juliette likes pain. Her Dominant likes to give it to her. They're symbiotic." They stand at your side as you lean in, watching it unfold. A swing, a smack, a cry, a count. Again and again until her face is wet with tears and her ass has turned rosy. He slides his hands between her legs, corded muscles in his forearms flexing, her cries turning to moans.

"He's going to make her come now." You can feel them at your side, body heat, heavy gazes, a hand at the small of your back. She's wet, and so are you. "She gets a reward, for being such a good girl." Your desire makes it hard to focus.

"O-oh."

"Does she deserve it, ye think?"

"Yeah she d-does." You're barely able to whisper, too entranced, intoxicated by her sounds, the way her spine arches, bucking and writhing on the bench.

When she finishes, the glass goes dark, green fades to red, and you glance at them. Can they tell? Can they see it on your face? 

"Is this something that interests you?" Simon curves his fingers under your chin and tilts your face towards Johnny, who smiles.

"I... I don't know."

"If Johnny reached under your dress, pulled your panties to the side, would you be wet?" Oh my god. 

"Dinnae lie."

"Yes." They exchange a look.

"Do you want it? Our hands on you, making you come?" You nod, throat dry, heart racing with hope. Maybe... maybe they will. Simon chuckles like he can read your mind. "Not tonight, little dove. You're brand new. No limits, no education. We'd need to start from the beginning, if you're interested."

"Are ye? Interested?" They wait for your answer silently, patiently, and you take a deep breath.

"Yes."