Page 46 of Possession

“Watching?” Vinnie asked, forcing himself to open his eyes again. “Watching is fine. I like it well enough.”

Tomas nodded toward the show happening behind them. “Is that something you want, showing off in front of others, letting them see how much you crave it?”

He shook his head slowly. “No,” he said. “That’s the opposite of what I want. What I want is private and intense and is not for public viewing.”

Tomas cocked his head at him. “Is that so?”

“It is,” Vinnie said. “I need…”

Was he really going to say this out loud to a man he really didn’t actually know that well? Vinnie looked at the bruises on Tomas’s face, the split in his lip. He thought about the way he’d stopped and helped Vinnie change his tire, even as Vinnie had been less than grateful. He reminded himself that Tomas’s entire MC helped protect survivors against violence from their partners.

He might not know all of the dirty details of Tomas and his life—his relationship with his family, his hopes and dreams for the future, what his favorite meal was—but he knew what kind of man he was.

He knew he was trustworthy, and that meant he was trustworthy enough to share this with.

“I like humiliation,” Vinnie said clearly, forcing himself to hold Tomas’s eyes. The next part would be even harder somehow, saying out loud what he’d been holding inside for years. “And I want… No, Ineeddiscipline.”

Tomas didn’t outwardly react to his confession. Vinnie wet his lips, nervous despite telling himself that it didn’t matterif Tomas wasn’t interested, that it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

He was sure there were other big, strong, yet gentle men out there that made his knees weak with a single half smile.

Sure, he’d never found them before, but that didn’t mean they weren’t out there.

“What kind of discipline?” Tomas asked, his voice completely neutral.

“Um, different kinds,” he offered, a little surprised that the discipline was the first thing Tomas had a question about. “Spankings or…”

Tomas finished for him. “Or discipline that also involves humiliation.”

Vinnie nodded, his heart in his throat.

“But you don’t want public humiliation,” Tomas clarified. “Nothing in front of other people.”

Vinnie shook his head. “No, I’m not an exhibitionist in any way, shape, or form. Mason’s the only person who’s ever seen that side of me who wasn’t a Dom that I played with.”

Tomas cocked his head, running his eyes over Vinnie’s face. “Do you want him to see? Do you like getting disciplined in front of him?”

Vinnie sucked in a breath. No one had ever asked him that before. Sure, he’d been with Doms before where it was just the two of them, but generally, if they were trying to make a threesome work, someone who could give both him and Mason what they needed, they always assumed that because Mason loved being watched that Vinnie would too, even when he declined going to clubs and doing scenes in front of others.

No one had ever seenhim. Not in that way.

“No,” he said, his voice a little broken. “I’d rather not.”

Tomas leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead. “Thank you for telling me. We can talk more about thekinds of humiliation and discipline you like another time, but I need you to hear this.”

“Okay,” Vinnie said softly, wondering when his hands had grabbed Tomas’s sides and started clutching him like he was afraid to let go.

“I’m saying yes. I need to know more of what you like to get a better idea of things, but neither of those—or anything else you have locked away—are hard limits for me. You hear me, gatito?”

Feeling like his heart was in his throat, he croaked out, “I hear you.”

SUB CLUB INTERLUDE

Ollie

That Zachary is sexy as hell

No one tell the daddies/Doms

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