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No prevarications, no stumbling, he just simply stated his needs. Ethan respected that. He gripped the man’s beard-roughened jaw and plundered his mouth in a reward. For only one second, Hunter stiffened, then he engaged. Their tongues dueled and their bodies pressed together until Ethan could discern each dip and valley and the hard ridge of Hunter’s cock.
When they finally broke apart, Ethan rested his forehead against Hunter’s, and waited for their breathing to return to normal.
“All right. Follow me; stay on my left side and about two steps behind me.” Without glancing back, Ethan walked to the seated area near the stairs to the dungeon and halted at a secluded nook.
Chapter 4
Gesturing to one chair, Ethan commanded in a calm, authoritative tone, "Sit."
Hunter hesitated for a moment, then obeyed, lowering himself onto the seat. His eyes met Ethan's, searching for approval. Ethan gave a slight nod, acknowledging the response.
For a moment, Ethan stood looming over Hunter before settling into the opposite chair.
Ethan leaned back and watched Hunter with a scrutinizing gaze. He noted the man's posture, the subtle nervousness in his eyes, and the way he clenched his fists around the armrests.
Willing to wait for Crosscut to relax, Ethan crossed his legs and studied their surroundings.
The club was a kinkster’s dream: heavy, dark furniture, low lighting, and the drumming and pulsing music. The whole atmosphere exuded an aura of control and discipline. Hunter's fingers uncurled from the armrests, and he exhaled a long and slow breath.
Better!
A bit of tension was good, but the biker was as tense as a smuggler spotting a black-and-white.
"We need to discuss your limits and preferences." Ethan’s voice was steady and measured. "This is crucial for both our safety and enjoyment."
Hunter swallowed hard. "Yes, Sir."
Ethan leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees. "Tell me, what are your hard limits?"
Hunter took a deep breath. "I don’t have much experience, but no blood, no permanent marks, and no public humiliation, Sir."
Ethan nodded thoughtfully. "Understood. And what about your soft limits? Things you might be hesitant about but are open to exploring?"
Hunter shifted in his seat. "Breath play, sensory deprivation, and role-playing scenarios," he admitted.
Ethan's lips curled into a small smile. "Good. It's important to communicate these things openly. Consent is key. I won't cross any boundaries we set together."
Hunter’s shoulders relaxed.
Ethan locked his gaze onto Hunter's. "What do you enjoy? What excites you about being a submissive?"
Beneath his goatee, Hunter’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. "I enjoy the feeling of surrender, Sir. Knowing someone else is in control, someone I trust. It makes me feel... free."
Ethan was pleased with the man’s honesty and vulnerability. "Trust is fundamental. I want you to feel safe with me."
"Yes, Sir."
Ethan leaned back once more and widened his legs. He smirked when Hunter’s hungry gaze settled on the prominent bulge.
"Good. Now, let's talk about safewords. You'll have one for when you need to pause and another for when you need to stop entirely. Choose something you'll remember easily."
Hunter thought for a moment. "Yellow for pause, and red for stop."
Ethan's eyes twinkled with approval. "Excellent choices. Now, about addressing me. I prefer 'Sir' in formal settings and 'Ethan' when we're in a more casual environment. Is that acceptable to you?"
Ethan wondered why he’d even said that; The club was a formal setting, and tonight was a one-off. Hunter didn’t need to know what he preferred outside of the club. Before he could clarify, or correct himself though, Hunter answered.
"Yes, Sir.”
