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  Todd tugged on his sleeve, yanking him out of his thoughts and down the hallway to the next open doorway. Jason cringed at the man shackled to giant wooden X, while a woman in black leather called him names and slapped his junk with a riding crop. Jason shuddered. Todd laughed, and as they walked away, he leaned in to be heard over the music. “Not my style either. But hey, whatever gets your rocks off, you know?”

  Jason wasn’t sure he agreed, but he wanted to see more. By the time they reached the social area, Jason’s dick was in serious pain. He’d seen things he couldn’t imagine anyone doing to another person, and plenty of things that sent his imagination into overdrive.

  Todd led him to a table in the back where a beautiful blonde sat alone. Her shoulder length hair framed her face in soft waves. She stood when they approached, but instead of a traditional greeting, she dropped her chin to her chest. Jason sucked in a breath at the sight of her slim body clad in nothing more than a few scraps of black lace and a pair of fuck-me-now shoes.

  “Master,” she said.

  “This is the man I told you about. You may speak to him.”

  She turned devastating blue eyes on him. Her crimson lips curved into a smile. “I’m pleased to meet you. Any friend of my Master’s is a friend of mine.”

  “Thank you,” Jason said.

  Brooke returned her chin to her chest.

  “Sit down, subbie.” He waved her back to her seat and took the one next to her. “Let’s just talk.”

  Jason took the only other chair at the table. Todd’s arm snaked beneath the table, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out where his hand was.

  Chapter Two

  “So, what do you think?” Todd asked.

  Brooke’s eyes closed, and a soft moan spilled from her parted lips.

  “Do you want to see more?” Todd continued as though he didn’t have his hand in a woman’s panties in a public place.

  Hell yes! He swallowed. “Yeah. I think I do.” “How do I, you know, find a woman to…?”

  Todd chuckled. “How do you find a woman who’ll let you do whatever you want to her?” He glanced at Brooke, who squirmed in her chair, her head back, her eyes closed, her mouth open. “Come for me. Come for Jason, subbie.”

  An orgasm ripped through her. She gripped the edge of the table to steady herself as her body jerked and spasmed in ecstasy. Jason almost came in his pants.

  “That’s my girl,” Todd said when her body quieted. He pulled his hand from beneath the table, bringing his fingers to her lips. “Clean my hand, baby.”

  She obediently licked her juices off while they continued the conversation. Jason did his best to listen, but his cock was threatening to burst out of his jeans, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her pink tongue lapping Todd’s fingers.

  “Don’t worry. There are plenty of unattached women who come here looking for someone to take care of them. If you’re interested.”

  There was something here that called to a dark place inside him. If all these people had thoughts and urges like his, maybe he wasn’t such a sick bastard after all. “I’m interested.”

  “I thought you would be,” Todd said. “You’ll need to learn a few things first. There are some good books on the subject of Domination/submission. I’ll recommend a few, but the best way to learn is to participate. I’ll show you what you need to know, mentor you, if you want.”

  “Sure, that sounds fine,” Jason said.

  Brooke finished cleaning Todd’s hand, and he thanked her with a kiss that had Jason reaching for his fly.

  “Good,” Todd said. He stood, helping his sub to her feet. “Come on,” he said to Jason. “Let’s get started.”

  They led him through several public rooms dotted with all manner of exotic and erotic furniture, from spanking benches to elaborate metal riggings that Todd explained were for suspension play.

  “It’s a weeknight, so the place isn’t that crowded. Come back on the weekend, and all these will be in use.”

  They stopped in one room to observe a woman receiving a public spanking. Her Master whipped her with a sinister looking leather strap.

  “She’s broken one of her Master’s rules. For whatever reason, he’s chosen to punish her in public,” Todd explained.

  Jason couldn’t take his eyes off the girl’s reddened ass, marveling at how gentle her Master was with her, stroking and kissing the red welts, speaking with her in a low, sensual tone while he administered her punishment. Between her legs, her pussy glistened with evidence of her arousal.

  Jason followed his guides down yet another hallway. Darkened windows, evenly spaced between closed and numbered doors, lined the red walls. Halfway down, they stopped in front of one with a brass number nine on it.

  “These rooms are reserved in advance,” Todd said. He opened the door and ushered his sub in first. Jason followed then Todd closed the door behind them. Brooke moved to the center of the room and dropped to her knees, her chin tucked to her chest, her legs splayed, and her hands, palms upward, on her thighs. Todd ignored her. Jason couldn’t take his eyes off her.

  “There aren’t any locks on the doors. A safety measure, just in case emergency services are needed,” Todd explained. “No one will enter unless invited, so no worries. The window is a two-way mirror.” He pulled back the curtain Jason hadn’t noticed to reveal a mirror. “If you want to invite people to watch, just open the curtain. Keep it closed for privacy.”

  Jason nodded. He didn’t know if he liked the idea of an audience, but maybe…someday…with the right woman.

  “As you can see,” Todd continued, “The room is equipped for just about anything you could want.”

  Jason looked around, swallowing hard. Various apparatus he’d seen in the public rooms filled the space. The lighting was subtle, bathing the dark walls and a large platform bed in cool tones. His heart pounded against his ribs, and his hands were clammy, but despite it all, a calm settled over him. This was where he belonged. These were his people. This was what he wanted with Stacey, and she’d seen just enough of his desires to be scared away.

  For weeks, he’d harbored thoughts that scared him, too. Maybe he was too kinky, wanted to do things a sane, healthy man shouldn’t. But now, he realized he wasn’t…

  “You aren’t a perv if you want to do some of the things you’ve seen here tonight,” Todd said, as if he’d read Jason’s mind. “This is normal for a lot of folks. Most of society doesn’t see it that way, so we try to keep it to ourselves. But once you walk inside the door here, you’re considered normal.”

  “How did you know?”

  “About you?”

  Jason nodded.

  “Because when I was your age, I was in exactly the same place you are. A friend showed me the way, and I’ve been happy ever since. I’ve had plenty of subs, but Brooke has been with me now for over a year. We’re thinking of taking our relationship outside the club, becoming a couple in public. Maybe even making this a permanent arrangement.”

  “People do that?” He hadn’t considered the possibility that a real relationship could develop from a place like this.

  Todd shrugged. “A few. We wouldn’t be the first.”

  “You’re exclusive? You don’t mess around?”

  “If you’re asking if I do this in every city we go to, the answer is no, I don’t. There are clubs everywhere, and I’ve been to a few, but I’ve always played here. If you’re asking if we take on other partners, the answer is sometimes. We’ve discussed our limitations, and abide by them.”

  “I see.” No, he didn’t see. Not at all. They were exclusive, but they took on other partners? Limitations? Not that he wasn’t versed in multiple partners–he’d shared enough women with his brother to know what fun that could be. But in this setting? He and Jeff had never discussed limitations with the women they shared. Clearly, Stacey had limitations, and the idea of breaching them had sent her running.

  “Want to give it a try?” Todd asked, jolting him out of his thoug
hts.

  “With who?” He almost choked on the question.

  “With Brooke.”

  “But…she’s…”

  “She’s my sub. She does what I tell her to do.” Todd looked at the woman on the floor. “Don’t you, subbie?”

  “Yes, Master. My body is yours to command.”

  “See?” Todd turned to Jason. “She’ll do what I tell her to. What would you like her to do? You want her to suck your dick? You want to spank her? Clamp her tits? Make her come? I don’t mind watching tonight, but if we’re going to do this again, we’re going to have to find you your own woman.”

  “You’re serious?” Jason asked.

  “I’m serious,” he said.

  Todd slid a finger beneath her chin, tilting her face up. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. Everything about her posture and facial expression spoke of the trust she placed in her Master’s hands, yet there was something else there…. Love?

  Jason’s gut clenched. What would it feel like to have a woman look at him that way? He wanted that more than he wanted his next breath.

  “Be careful with him, subbie. Give him what he wants, and show him what he needs.”

  “Yes, Master. Whatever you wish.”

  He bent and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “I wish to see you submit to my friend.” He walked to the far corner of the room and relaxed into a plush leather chair there. “Tell her what you want, Jason. Be precise in your commands, she doesn’t read minds.”

  Holy shit. He glanced at the woman on the floor, her head bent in submission to him. Him. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

  “She’s all yours. Remember the things you said you wanted to do to Stacey? Well, here’s your chance to live out the fantasy. I have only one rule, no penetration of her vagina or ass. You can do anything you want with the mouth. She gives good head.”

  “And you’re going to watch?” Did his voice sound squeaky? He couldn’t tell with his blood draining from his head, rushing past his ears and causing all that racket.

  “You have a problem with that?”

  Jason shook his head. “No. No.” He wasn’t shy about his dick, but sharing a woman with his brother was one thing. This was different. This was commanding another man’s sub. He’d have to be blind to miss how Todd felt about her. “Todd, man. I can’t…she’s….”

  “She’s my sub. She does what I tell her to do, for my pleasure and hers. She has a safe word, Soccer.” He winced at the word. “If she says it, stop immediately. Otherwise, you can assume she’s enjoying what you’re doing, or she thinks I am. That’s how this works. She submits to me because it brings both of us pleasure. I need her submission. I need to be in charge. I need to do things to her. And in order to achieve the utmost sexual pleasure possible, she needs me to push her to her limits and beyond. In return for her complete trust and submission, I see to her pleasure, which of course, pleases me to no end.

  “She trusts me to care for her in every way. She knows I would never let you or anyone else harm her. Inflicting pain in order to achieve sexual fulfillment is one thing, causing physical harm is another. I know my sub well, and she knows how much I like to see her with other men. She’ll do anything to please me, or suffer punishment for her insubordination.

  “So, give her pleasure. I know you want to. When she receives pleasure, so do I. In fact, I’m not happy if she’s not happy. That’s her power in the relationship.”

  Jason nodded. It made sense—sort of. “And your power is?”

  “She gets off on pleasing me. When I’m happy with her, I give her what she wants and needs. I use her body for my pleasure, and I give her the kind of sexual release she craves. And, I command her orgasms. Do what you will with her then I’ll let her orgasm. She loves it when I fuck her.”

  Jason nodded again, trying to assimilate all he was hearing. He wiped sweaty palms on his jeans and swallowed hard, staring at the beautiful woman waiting for him to do…what, exactly? A tendril of dark desire swirled at the back of his neck and twined its way to his cock. Todd’s explanation was convoluted thinking, but it made sense in a bizarre sort of way. Yeah, this is what he’d wanted with Stacey, though he hadn’t been able to name it. Submission. Trust. He’d wanted that more than he’d wanted to do kinky things to her.

  “What do you want to do to her?” Todd’s softly spoken question snapped him out of his thoughts. “What kind of things did you want to do to Stacey?”

  Visions of the scene he witnessed earlier popped into his mind, and his cock surged painfully against his fly. His damp palms itched to turn Brooke’s perfectly round bottom red, and hear her moan her pleasure. “I’d like to spank her ass.”

  “Then what?”

  “Then I want her to suck my cock. I want to bury my hands in her hair and fuck her mouth until I come.” Oh yeah, his cock was on board with that plan.

  Todd shifted in his seat, and Jason clenched his fists at his sides and ground his teeth. He’d overstepped and his friend was going to throw his perverted ass out.

  “Tell her. Tell her exactly what you want her to do.” Todd waved his hand toward a piece of furniture along the back wall. “Tell her how you want to see her on the spanking bench. Do you want her to keep her panties on, or do you want her to take them off, or do you want to pull them down yourself? You have lots of options.”

  He had never been so nervous in his life, not even on his first day in the major’s when he took the field knowing forty-five thousand pairs of eyes were watching, waiting for him to make a fool of himself. He turned to the beautiful woman at his feet. She sat meek, awaiting his instructions. She was so lovely, the picture of perfect submission.

  “She wants your attention. Don’t make her wait too long.”

  He stepped closer, tilting her face up as he’d seen her Master do. She looked at him with the same trust she’d shown Todd. No, he corrected himself. She trusted him because she trusted Todd. “I won’t hurt you.”

  “Thank you, Sir. I know my Master would never give me to you if you were that kind of man.”

  Jason smiled at her. This was what he wanted, this profound connection with a woman. A deep and abiding trust that he’d never let anyone hurt her, that he’d do anything to see to her pleasure and well-being. Todd was right. This was where he belonged.

  “Your trust is well placed. I want to spank you. Take off your bra but leave the panties and position yourself on the spanking bench.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  As she rose, a power surged through him, so strong it almost brought him to his knees. Working the front clasp of her bra free, she let it fall to the floor. She pulled her shoulders back, flaunting her perfect breasts before she turned and walked to the bench—her sweet round ass swinging back and forth all the way there. Todd snickered from the corner of the room and Jason realized she was teasing him.

  Todd knew. He knew what a feisty little sub he had, knew she’d use her wiles to torment him.

  She took her place on the bench. He’d never seen anything more enticing than the strip of black lace over those perfect globes presented for him to do with as he pleased.

  “A display like that one deserves something special, don’t you think?” Todd asked.

  “Not yet,” Jason said, instinctively knowing Todd was offering him the use of some sort of toy. Not now. He wanted to touch her, to give her some amount of pleasure before he took his own. “Maybe later.”

  On her knees, bent forward on her elbows over the higher section of the bench, her tits swung free. Jason cradled the closest one in his palm and squeezed. Her nipple was a hard pebble in his palm. “Your breasts are beautiful,” he said. “Does your Master clamp them sometimes?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you like it when he does?”

  “Yes, Sir. Sometimes the pain is intense, but Master knows how to turn the pain into pleasure.”

  “I’m sure he does.” He fondled the other breast. “What else does Master do to your breasts?�
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  “Master likes to suck my breasts. He’s fond of biting my nipples too.”

  “Is he now?” Jason smiled. He could imagine doing that to this woman. “Rise up on your knees. I want to suck your breasts.” She moved and he found her breasts at the perfect height to take one in his mouth. “Hold them up for me,” he commanded.

  She cradled them in her hands, offering them to him. His cock was so hard it would be a miracle if he could get his zipper down without coming. Stacey never would have done this for him, and this was nothing compared to the other things he imagined doing to a woman. “Thank you.” He settled his hands on her hips and closed his mouth over her left breast.

  Shit. She tasted of vanilla and lemons, and he couldn’t get enough of her. She moaned as he bit down on her nipple then soothed the pain with his tongue. He did that a couple of times then pulled away, intending to give the other breast the same attention. She whimpered.

  “Sir, please,” she begged, offering the other breast.

  Something in him, some inner devil told him to deny her, to make her wait. “Enough. Resume your position.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, a hint of pout in her voice.

  Christ, he’d never felt so much power before. He stood behind her, staring at the black lace over creamy skin. He reached out and smoothed both hands over her perfect ass. So smooth and unblemished. She was soft as silk and cool to his touch. He’d soon fix that.

  “Lovely,” he said. “Black lace is my favorite. He slipped two fingers beneath the lace on either side and yanked her panties to mid-thigh. “Ah, yes. That’s what I want to see.” He kneaded both globes, parting them to examine her tight rosebud. Beyond, she was wet, swollen, and ready for penetration. “Your master is a lucky man.”

  He slid his hand between her legs, wetting his fingers and palm with her juices. He brought his hand to his face and inhaled her scent. “Beautiful. The best perfume on the planet.” He placed his palm beneath her face. “Isn’t that a beautiful fragrance?”