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  “Yes, Sir.” Before he could move, her tongue swiped across his palm, tasting her own essence.

  “Christ,” he said, remembering how she’d cleaned Todd’s fingers in the same way. “You’re a tease, aren’t you?”

  As she licked his skin, he raised his other hand and landed a solid blow to her ass. She whimpered, but her tongue continued to stroke his palm.

  Jason spanked her, alternating between cheeks. A moment of doubt crept into his mind as he landed blow after blow. He was enjoying it too much, the spanking and the hand licking. He should be offering her pleasure instead of taking it all for himself. He stopped and she wiggled her ass. “More please, Sir,” she begged. “Harder.”

  He understood then. She needed, wanted more. He jammed his left hand between her legs again, coating it in her juices. He flicked his fingers over her clit, and she pressed herself against his palm. A chair creaked behind him. He glanced over his shoulder. Todd offered a wicked looking paddle.

  “Use this. She likes it hard,” he said.

  He turned to his sub. “Come for him, baby. I want to see you come.”

  Jason took the paddle, brought his soaked fingers to his face and inhaled. “Come for me,” he said, and brought the paddle down on her ass.

  My God, she was magnificent. He landed half a dozen hard blows to her already red butt. With each one, he could see her inward focus, and then he landed one more that pushed her over the edge. He dropped the paddle and cupped her from behind. He toyed with her clit until she came all over his hand.

  Power. Lust.

  He never knew it could be like this. “On your knees, on the floor,” he commanded. She scrambled to do his bidding while he unzipped his fly and shoved his pants and underwear to his knees. He took his cock in one hand and wrapped his other around the back of her head.

  “Open.” Her ruby lips parted, and he shoved his cock to the back of her throat. He wasn’t gentle or even considerate, but she took him anyway. “Hold still,” he said, securing her head with both fists. “I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

  He held her head, flexing his hips, driving his cock past her lips and teeth. He closed his eyes against the aching pleasure. When she dug her fingernails into his ass cheeks to support herself, he lost it.

  “Sweet, Jesus,” he cried and shot his load down her throat. “Sweet, fuckin’, Jesus.”

  “If you’re done now,” Todd said, “it’s my turn.”

  Jason pulled his cock from her mouth, wiped cum from the corner of her mouth with a trembling thumb, and on watery knees, stumbled to the chair in the corner.

  Todd lifted his obedient sub from the floor, laid her out on the padded table in the center of the room, and spread her legs. “I’m proud of you,” he told her. “So fuckin’ proud of you.” He unzipped, and filled her pussy in one solid stroke that made her cry out.

  Jason couldn’t take his eyes off the couple.

  Todd fucked her hard, complimenting her with each stroke. “Oh, baby, I love to watch you swallow cock. You’re so fuckin’ hot.”

  She writhed. She sought and found handholds. Her tits bounced with her lover’s thrusts.

  “Come for me, baby, like you did for him.” Two hard thrusts. “Squeeze my dick. Now, sweetheart.”

  Jason fisted his cock as her body convulsed in a powerful orgasm, taking her Master over with her. “That’s fuckin’ beautiful, baby. Ah, Christ, I love you,” Todd said, emptying himself inside her.

  Chapter Three

  “Thanks,” Jason said as the waiter placed their drinks on the table and left. He wasn’t sure he could stomach alcohol, so he’d asked for a diet soda. Todd ordered a beer, and Brooke sipped something that looked more like a smoothie than an alcoholic beverage. Clearly, they didn’t suffer from the same bout of nerves he did.

  “Jason,” Brooke said, “you were wonderful tonight.”

  “Yeah, thanks, man.” Todd slid an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in tight. “I don’t let her play with other men very often because she likes it a little too much for my taste, but occasionally I get off watching her.”

  “I should be thanking you. Both of you.” He tilted his glass in their direction. “I wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime.”

  “We’ll see.” Todd took a long pull on his beer then set the bottle on the table. “So, tell me what you thought of the place. How did it feel?”

  “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to go back. I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I never knew people… Well… I always knew I was missing something. I just didn’t know what it was until tonight.”

  “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. I’m not trying to pry, but you were very good for a beginner. Are you sure you haven’t done anything like this before?”

  He glanced around the bar. Even though it appeared no one was within hearing range, he folded his forearms on the tabletop, leaned in close, and lowered his voice. “Jeff and I have been known to share, but no, I’ve never been what you could call a Dom.”

  “Who’s Jeff?” Brooke asked.

  “His twin brother.”

  Brooke smiled. “Oooohh, twins,” she cooed, her lascivious intent written all over her face.

  Todd rolled his eyes. “His happily married, twin brother,” he clarified.

  Jason couldn’t help but laugh at her crestfallen face. “Oh well, it was just a thought.”

  “There was a time we might have taken you up on the offer,” he said, “but my brother is happily married, and his wife would kill him, and me, too, if I got him involved in something like that.”

  “But you think this lifestyle is something you want to explore?” She wrapped her pouty lips around her straw. She sucked the fruity concoction causing her cheeks to hollow. Damn. What a tease. Todd had his hands full with this one.

  “Yes,” he said without hesitation, tearing his gaze away from the blatant seduction. “I know tonight was just a taste, but it felt right. More right than anything I’ve ever done.”

  “Well then,” Todd said. “We need to find you a sub.”

  He bolted upright in his seat. His heart rate skyrocketed. “How do you go about something like that?”

  “We could take him to the munch next week,” Brooke said.

  Todd narrowed his eyes in thought. “Yeah, that might work.”

  “What’s a munch?”

  “It’s kind of a private bar event for people in the lifestyle. A bunch of people meet at a place like this, neutral ground where they can size each other up, see if there’s someone they’d like to play with.”

  “Oh…no. No.” He shook his head. “No munches. No public meet-ups. There must be another way.” He glanced at his tablemates. “How did you two meet?”

  “A friend introduced us at the Dungeon. We hit it off right away.” He smiled at Brooke, taking her hand in his. “The first time I laid eyes on her, she had me by the balls. We’d just gotten through the introductions, and she told me she’d done something naughty and thought she needed to be punished. I asked her what she’d done, and she said she made herself come while watching me from the other side of the room.”

  Brooke blushed. “I was there with friends. It was my first time at that Dungeon. The moment I saw Todd, I knew I was his. It took some doing to find someone who knew someone who knew him, but I managed the introduction, and well…the rest is history.”

  “I punished the little minx for stealing that first orgasm from me. Every one since then has been mine,” he said, pride evident in his voice.

  Jason’s heart sank to his toes. “Well, I’m glad lightning struck for you two, but I doubt it happens that way for most people.”

  “No, it doesn’t.” She laid her hand on Jason’s and squeezed. “That doesn’t mean there isn’t someone out there for you.”

  “Thanks,” he said, pulling his hand free. Her gentle touch and the conviction in her voice was almost more than he could bear. Todd really was a luck
y bastard. “If you ever get tired of this lug….”

  “Whoa there! Back this train up.”

  “Just kidding,” Jason said. His wink earned a giggle from Brooke.

  “Don’t make me regret tonight.” Todd finished his beer and signaled the waiter for another. “Spend some time in the social area. Lots of unattached people come to the Dungeon looking for a hookup. You’ll find somebody.”

  Jason shrugged. “Fat lot of good it would do me. I don’t know anything about being a Dom. Even if I found a sub, I wouldn’t know what to do with her. Besides, until I get this figured out, I’d rather not show my face to a lot of people if you know what I mean. Jeff has a wife now. If someone mistook me for him….”

  “I hear you,” Todd said. “I hadn’t thought about that.” He looked at Brooke. “We need to find him someone and keep it private.”

  “I know someone I think he might hit it off with. We just need to figure out a way for them to meet and keep Jason’s identity a secret,” she said.

  “Even if we could pull this off, I still don’t know what I’d do with her.”

  “You’ll learn. The protocol is pretty simple, and from what I saw tonight, you’ll pick it up quickly. We’ll see if we can figure out a way for you to meet this friend of hers. If it works out, I’ll teach you all you need to know,” Todd said. He turned to Brooke “Are we talking about who I think we’re talking about?”

  She nodded.

  Todd turned back. “Don’t sweat it, rookie. Everything’s going to work out fine. Give us a few days to set things up. We’ll think of something so you two can meet. If you both want to give it a go, we’ll make sure you get off on the right foot.”

  * * *

  Jason tossed his keys on the table by the door. He was exhausted but exhilarated at the same time—like after winning a big game. He toed off his shoes and made his way to the kitchen. For the first time in his life, he was alone—truly alone—and it was something he didn’t think he’d ever get used to. Up until a few weeks ago, he’d never lived on his own. He and Jeff had been inseparable until his brother had married Megan, and where once they’d been a threesome, he had become an uneasy third wheel. So he’d moved out of the home they had built when they first signed with the Texas Mustangs. He’d bought his current house with the intention of sharing it with a Stacey. Now, its large floor plan and empty rooms echoed his failure with every footstep.

  Water bottle in hand, he sank into his favorite chair and listened to the deafening silence. Scenes from the Dungeon and his conversation with Todd and Brooke afterwards played over in his mind. His cock stirred. Damn. If anyone had told him a year, even a month ago he would be turned on by what he’d seen and done at the Dungeon, he would have called him a liar. What did it say about him that he wanted to do it all again?

  His dark desires had scared Stacey, and she didn’t know a fraction of the things running through his brain, driving him crazy with need. Her words and the fear behind them haunted him to the point he’d thought he was some kind of monster. But if he was such a monster, why was that damned book such a hit? The hero had done things to the female character he had never dreamed of doing to a woman, and it had turned Stacey on. She just didn’t want him doing anything close to that to her. Go figure.

  But there were other people like him out there, and thanks to Todd, he knew where to find them. He owed Todd, big time. Not just for taking him to the Dungeon, but for allowing him to unleash his desires on someone who found them exciting, who actually welcomed them. Brooke had been wonderful. Todd was a lucky man.

  He couldn’t help but wonder about the woman they had in mind for him. The idea of being with someone whose desires and needs mirrored his own, well, if that wasn’t enough to get his adrenaline running, nothing was.

  * * *

  Sweat trickled down his spine as he completed his batter’s box ritual. He was zero for three today. Fuck, even the crowd was booing him these days. He needed to get his shit together and start hitting. He dug the toe of his left shoe into the dirt and hitched up his pant legs, balancing his weight on his bent knees. He swung the bat to his shoulder in a casual motion that in no way mirrored the anxiety in his gut. The previous year, he led the league in homeruns, and now he couldn’t get a fuckin’ base hit to save himself. Much more of this, and he’d lose his clean-up spot in the batting order.

  The first pitch sailed in, low and outside. He checked his swing in time. Ball one. He swung at the next pitch, fouling into the net behind home plate. Strike one. The third pitch caught the edge of the plate. He swung, connecting for a line drive foul into the left field stands.

  One ball. Two strikes.

  He stepped out of the batter’s box while the catcher threw a fresh ball to the pitcher.

  The trickle of sweat along his spine turned into a river. He missed being in control of his life. Somehow his messed up personal life had spilled over into his professional one, and he didn’t have a clue how to fix either. Before he stepped back into the batter’s box, he closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath to center himself. A vision of Brooke on her knees, her ass red from his attentions popped into his head. Blood rushed south.

  Ah, fuck! There wasn’t any room inside his cup for an erection, not to mention the horrendous timing. He stepped into the batter’s box, planted his feet, and focused his inappropriate energy on the next pitch.

  The pitcher began his wind-up. He narrowed his gaze to the patch of white barely visible between his opponent’s fingers. The moment the ball left the pitcher’s hand, he knew in his gut, it was a good one. He tracked the orb’s trajectory, innately judging its velocity. Adjusting his grip, he shifted his weight to his back leg and lightning quick, swung the bat into the path of the ball. Wood connected with leather.

  Thwack.

  A sound to give a guy a hard-on for sure. He’d hit enough to know it wouldn’t leave the park, but it was a solid hit, nonetheless. He shifted his focus to first base and put every ounce of power he possessed into beating the throw. His foot hit the bag, followed a split-second later by the smack of leather against leather.

  “Safe!”

  He came to a stop ten feet beyond the base and doubled over, bracing his hands on his knees. The hometown crowd roared their approval, adding to the excitement by stomping their feet in the Mustangs’ signature Thundering Herd rally. He took in two deep breaths then straightened, waving an arm at the fans, thanking them for their support. Never mind they were the same crowd who joyfully booed him minutes ago. He smiled and returned to first base. Fans were fickle. Tomorrow’s newspaper would celebrate the end of his hitless streak, and in the next sentence complain it hadn’t been a homerun.

  He couldn’t care less. All that mattered was he was hitting again. One hit didn’t make a streak, but every streak began with one.

  Following the game, Todd caught up to him in the parking lot. He checked to make sure they were alone. “What were you thinking about when you got that hit tonight?”

  His face flushed and he was grateful for the darkness surrounding them. Shit. Todd would probably kill him if he knew where his thoughts had been at that moment. “Nowhere in particular. I was just trying to concentrate on the ball.”

  “That’s a load of crap if ever I heard one.” Todd jiggled the car keys in his hand. “I’d bet you were thinking about Brooke. Maybe how you’d rather be smackin’ her ass instead of the ball? I know that’s what I was thinking about when I was at bat.”

  Jason dug his own car keys out of his pocket as they walked. “Naw, man. She’s your woman,” he lied.

  “That she is. She enjoyed playing with you.” Todd pointed his remote key entry toward his car. A chirp sounded, and the locks disengaged. “If she’s happy, I’m happy. So, until you find your own sub—”

  “Oh no. No.” He shook his head. “I don’t think so. I appreciate the offer, and Brooke was…is spectacular. But I wouldn’t feel right.”

  Todd opened the car door, rested his forear
m on the top. “Then I guess we’ll just have to see what we can do about hookin’ you up with your own woman as soon as possible.”

  “Yeah, about that,” he said. “I’m not sure it’s the thing for me.”

  Todd stared. “When you hit the ball tonight, you were thinking of your handprint on Brooke’s ass, weren’t you?”

  What point was there in denying it? He obviously could see right through him. “Yeah. But—”

  “No buts. You’re denying your true nature. Go home. Look at some of the books I gave you this afternoon. We’re on the road for the next week. We’ll talk then.”

  Jason nodded and turned to walk to his own car parked a few spaces away. The vintage Mustang wasn’t fancy, but it suited him better than a new car fresh off the showroom floor. No one would ever mistake it for a tame ride.

  “I’ve been there, buddy. Where you are right now,” Todd called.

  He stopped at the sound of his friend’s voice but didn’t turn.

  “I know exactly how you feel,” he said, truth ringing in his words. “Trust me. You’ll be happier once you accept who you are.”

  A car door shut. An engine roared. Jason turned, catching the glow of taillights on his friend’s Mercedes until they disappeared.

  Accept who I am.

  Fuck.

  He knew who he was. It was what he was that he found hard to accept. Okay, so sharing a woman with his twin brother wasn’t exactly prudish sexual behavior, but it was a hell of a lot different than being a Dom.

  He unlocked his car and sank into the driver’s seat. He lifted his warm-up jacket and eyed the stack of books hidden beneath it on the passenger seat. His cock twitched just reading the titles. BDSM Protocol. The Power Exchange Dynamic. The Dummies Guide to Domination and Submission.

  Maybe Todd had it right. Maybe this was the real Jason Holder. One thing was for certain, he couldn’t get the images from the night before out of his mind. Most of the things he’d seen, and everything he’d done excited him.