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“Uh,yeah.” He dramatically pointed in Josh’s direction as he attended to another table. “I mean, it’ll be easier to get rid of waiters who drool all over you.”

Laughing, Del shook his head. “Permission granted, for that reason alone.” He shrugged. “Or for any other reason.”

Throughout the rest of the meal, they discussed each other’s hard and soft limits and the protocols Del expected Matthew to follow while in the club. They were compatible with theirlimits, and no protocols were red flags for Matthew, for which he thanked the Goddess of Twink submissives. They agreed to play at the club that evening but put off officially signing a contract until after Christmas. Del said it was because Matthew had too much on his mind between the upcoming holidays and waiting for his test results. The man seemed to know him so well already and that made Matthew’s heart swell.

It’d been a long time since he was so enamored with a Dom, and not just for sex or to satisfy his masochistic needs. In less than a week, he’d fallen for Del—hard. He just hoped it wasn’t one-sided. Just because Del wanted to be exclusive didn’t mean the relationship wouldn’t end at some point.

Matthew couldn’t wait to get to the club by the time their dinner was over. While his stomach’s hunger was sated, he couldn’t say the same for the rest of his body. His cock was hard, and his ass ached to be filled. The cane marks on his skin had faded since Del expertly put them there. They both knew that a second caning only a few days later would not be wise, so Del planned another form of torture to send the submissive into subspace tonight. However, he refused to tell Matthew what it was until they were at The Covenant, making his anticipation and need spike. Heaven help him.

Chapter Nine

Del took Matthew’s hand and laced their fingers together as they exited the restaurant. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d romantically held hands with a man while on a date. At least two or three years. Despite his EMS career, which undoubtedly required a lot of soap, water, and sanitizer, Matthew’s hands were baby-soft, as if he slathered them with lotion several times daily.

He steered them toward where Matthew’s white Tacoma was parked next to his blue BMW M4 convertible. While the luxury vehicle wasn’t a top-of-the-line model, it was still one of the few extravagant indulgences he’d allowed himself after moving to Florida. He did want to buy a house eventually, but for now, he rented a nice two-bedroom condo in a secure building overlooking Tampa Bay. The last person he wanted to be was someone who spent a massive windfall, writing checks left and right, without any thought about the future, until they were flat broke again.

He squeezed Matthew’s hand. “Would you like to ride with me to the club, pup? We can come back for your truck later.”

“That’s fine, Sir.”

Reluctantly releasing him, Del unlocked and opened the passenger door. The sub smiled and kissed Del’s cheek before sliding into the leather seat. “I do love a gentleman.”

Before shutting the door, he leaned down and whispered, “But I’m not always agentleman, pup. In the club, I won’t be gentle at all.”

“Rowr!” Matthew made a claw with his hand, pawed the air, and wiggled his eyebrows. “That’s what I’m counting on, Master Del.”

“Brat.” Without waiting for a reply, he shut the door, walked around to the driver’s side, climbed in, and started the vehicle. He caressed the steering wheel momentarily, thinking he’d never get tired of hearing the purr of the exemplary engine. All his life, he’d bought used vehicles that always sounded like they needed a tune-up, even after getting one. Those days were in his past, and now he looked forward to his future. Would Matthew be a big part of that? Del wasn’t sure yet, but for once, he was optimistic that a longtime relationship with a sub might work.

It didn’t take long to reach The Covenant, and after retrieving his toy bag from the trunk, Del held Matthew’s hand again as they walked up the steps leading to the second-floor entrance. “What are you wearing under your clothes, pup?”

“Just a thong, Sir.”

Del’s cock stirred. Damn. Just four little words from the sweet submissive, and he was ready to strip him down to said thong, push it aside, bend him over, and fuck him silly before they even got through the club’s front door. Taking a deep breath, he willed his dick to behave—at least until it was playtime.

“Go to the lockers and take off everything but the thong. Then meet me at the shop.”

“Yes, Sir.”

After they strode through the lobby and the massive double doors to the main club, Matthew hurried toward the stairwell leading to the men’s and women’s lounges. Meanwhile, Del said hello to a few people on his way to the club’s boutique on the far side, opposite the bar and grand staircase. While he had a simple leather dog collar in his toy bag for whenever he temporarily claimed a sub, he’d decided over dinner that it wasn’t good enough for Matthew. The shop carried a wide variety of fet-wear, sex toys, and supplies. Pretty much anything a Dom needed, they had.

Entering the shop, Del was greeted by a pretty male submissive in his mid-twenties, wearing black pants and a gold and red bowtie without a shirt. He was skinnier than Matthew but seemed to have a similar flirtatious and flamboyant nature. “Good evening, Sir. You must be new to the club because I would never have forgotten meeting you. I’m Aldo, the boutique’s manager. What can I get for you? Hopefully, me.”

“Down, Aldo.” Del’s tone was stern and filled with an unspoken warning. While he loved Matthew’s sass and forwardness, he didn’t appreciate it from most subs, especially one he only met fifteen seconds ago.

The younger man’s gaze dropped to the floor, his demeanor doing an about-face as his tone changed to one of submission. “Sorry, Sir. Forgive me. How can I help you?”

“I’d like to see what collars you have available.”

Now thoroughly professional, Aldo gestured to a long glass display case. “We have plenty for you to choose from over here, Sir. Did you have something specific in mind?”

He didn’t, hoping something would catch his eye. He scanned the large assortment of collars—leather, gold, silver, jeweled, metal, ropes, and more. A wide, black leather one grabbed his attention. A row of blue gems that reminded him ofMatthew’s eyes were encrusted in the center of the strap. The collar would look beautiful on his sub.

He was about to point to it when Matthew entered the shop, causing Del’s breath to catch. The white thong left nothing to the imagination and had blood rushing to Del’s cock. He swallowed hard, trying to control his body’s response to the gorgeous man. It wasn’t just physical since he was mentally and emotionally drawn to the younger man too. Even when sex wasn’t a part of their time together, he enjoyed being with him.

Clearing his throat, he forced his gaze to focus on Matthew’s face. “Kneel beside me, pup.”

After Matthew gracefully did as instructed, Del turned back to Aldo, who waited patiently behind the display case. He pointed to the collar he wanted. “I’ll take that one, please.”

Aldo opened the back of the display case and removed the collar, handing it to Del. “If you have your membership card, Sir, I can scan it to your account.”

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