Page 2 of Finding His Forever

The club owner’s eyes narrowed as he studied Matthew, who squirmed under the scrutiny.Uh-oh. Master Ian’s mouth turned down into a fierce frown. “When was the last time you slept, Matthew? You’re pale and have dark circles under your eyes.”

Damn it.He’d hoped the little bit of concealer and black eyeliner he put on earlier would’ve helped hide his fatigue. Sighing inwardly, he knew better than to lie to one of the most dominant and astute men he ever met. “I slept about five hours last night, Sir. It’s been a busy week, finishing my clinical rotations and preparing for my finals.”

“And on top of that, you’re working here along with your EMS shifts, right? When you started the paramedic program, I thought we agreed that you’d let me or Masters Mitch or Devon know if you were overloaded and needed time off.” He crossed his arms over his massive chest and scowled. “Or is that something I just imagined and pulled out of my ass?”

Matthew dropped his gaze to the desk—the submissive in him instinctively reacting to the disappointment in the Dom’s tone. “No, Sir, you didn’t imagine it. I planned to sleep at least eight hours last night, but it was my last clinical rotation in the ER, and a bunch of patients from a bad car accident were brought in, along with two cardiac arrests, and it was all hands-on deck. Once I’m done here, I don’t have to do anything until tomorrow afternoon but catch up on my sleep. But I swear I’m fine.”

It wasn’t until he tried to run a hand through his stylish blond hair that he realized Master Del hadn’t let go of him. The man’s thumb sensually caressed his wrist as he studied the submissive’s face. The intense stare turned Matthew on, causing a shiver to race down his spine, while the zephyr-like touch could almost lull him to sleep standing up.

Master Ian sighed and dropped his arms. “Who’s your relief tonight, and are they here yet?”

He reluctantly dragged his attention back to his boss. “It’s Molly, Sir, and she’s inside somewhere.”

“Get your things and then ask one of the waitstaff or DMs to find Molly and send her to me. I’ll man the desk until she gets here. Let me know if she’s in the middle of a scene, and I’ll find someone else.”

Horrified at the thought of the owner, a Dom, and retired Navy SEAL, filling the desk clerk position, even for a few moments, Matthew’s eyes widened as he shook his head. “Oh, you don’t have to do that, Sir, I’m fine, re??—”

“That was an order I think you should obey, pup,” Master Del interrupted. His tone was low and filled with a warning, and damn, it made Matthew want to sink to his knees. “I look forward to seeing you again when you’re well rested, and maybe then we can negotiate some playtime.”

Oh, Goddess of Twink submissives, I love you! Not sure what I did to grab this gorgeous man’s interest, but if I could, I would kiss your feet right now as a thank you!

He swallowed hard, willing his cock to behave since it wouldn’t find any relief tonight unless it were by his own hand. “Um, y-yes, Sir. I-I’d like that very much, Sir.”

The Dom smiled, and those dimples appeared again—swoon!“Good. Now, do as Master Ian instructed, and then go home and get some sleep.”

Chapter Two

After taking his membership card and forcing himself to release Matthew’s wrist, Del watched as the beautiful sub gathered a few things. With a last glance at Ian, who shooed him away with an impatient flick of his hand, Matthew hurried toward the wooden double doors leading into the club, giving Del a full view of his body.

He sucked in a breath as his gaze roamed over every visible tanned inch of the twink’s smooth skin. The dark red boy shorts he wore molded to his cute tight ass, one Del wanted to take a hand to and spank until it was the same color. The black leather harness highlighted his lean yet toned physique. Del couldn’t tear his gaze away until the sub disappeared into the club and the door closed behind him. It’d been a while since someone had piqued his interest to the point that Del already fantasized about what he wanted to do to the younger man without knowing anything about him.

Turning back to the desk, which Ian now stood behind, looking quite bored already, Del said, “Tell me about him.”

The other Dom lifted his eyebrows. “Matthew? What do you want to know?”

“The basics.” He shrugged, then amended his statement. “Okay, a little more than the basics.”

Instead of answering right away, Ian turned around and opened one of the drawers of the horizontal file cabinets lined up against the wall. After a moment of scanning the tabs, he pulled out a folder, flipped it open, and began reading aloud. “Matthew Behan, twenty-six years old. One hundred percentfabulouslygay.” He smirked as his amused gaze met Del’s. “He wrote that verbatim, by the way.”

Del chuckled as the other man closed the file but continued talking. “Matthew’s a good kid: intelligent, trustworthy, responsible. You already heard he’s almost done with the paramedic program at the local community college. He’s been an EMT for about six or seven years, I think, with Tampa Fire Rescue and helps out here whenever a medical emergency pops up, which isn’t often, thank God.

“He’s a masochist and has a few sessions each month with one of our Whip Masters. As far as I know, he hasn’t been collared in a long time, but I get the feeling he’d like to be. However, he won’t settle just to be in a relationship. He can be a brat when he wants, which is often, and has a very protective streak regarding his fellow submissives. While he needs a good Dom to take care of him when he pushes himself too much, like you just saw, he’s also strong enough to stand on his own.”

Everything the other man said had Del mentally checking off boxes in his head. He couldn’t have selected a more perfect submissive to find attractive, especially now that he had time to relax and explore a new relationship—if he got that far with Matthew.

Ian pulled three stapled sheets of paper from the folder and handed them to Del. “Here’s his limit list. Every sub has one on file available for the Doms to look at—just ask whoever’s working the desk to pull one for you.”

As Del scanned the list, a cute brown-haired woman wearing a schoolgirl’s outfit and pigtails rushed up to the desk. “Hi, Master Ian. Matthew said you wanted me to take over for him early so he could get some sleep. No worries. I owe him from a swap we did last month anyway.”

“Thank you, Molly. Make sure you note on your timecard that I approved it. I’ll see that you get an extra break during the shift too.” He gave her the folder he still held and then gestured toward Del. “This is Master Del—he’s just looking over Matthew’s limit list.”

The cheerful sub smiled broadly at Del. “It’s nice to meet you, Sir. Take your time. Matthew’s a really great guy and isn’t collared or seeing anyone.”

The little imp clearly attempted to play matchmaker, but he let it slide. Apparently, Ian decided to let it go, too, because he rolled his eyes before addressing Del. “I’ll be at the bar having a drink. Come join me when you’re done, and I’ll introduce you to a few people. My wife, sister-in-law, and goddaughter are in my apartment with the kids, watching some chick flick that’s probably going to have them bawling their eyes out—the fuck-twat croaks or something at the end—so I’ve got about an hour and a half to kill.”

A snort escaped Del as the other man walked away, leaving him to read through Matthew’s hard and soft limits. He was happy to see they were pretty compatible. Now, he just had to bide his time until the beautiful blond-haired, blue-eyed submissive was available to play.

Several days later . . .

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