Page 4 of Finding His Forever

“Sounds like fun.” And the perfect way to get to know a certain twink. “When will you put them on the trees?”

Kristen grinned smugly as if she was privy to what was going on in his head. “Once we’re done putting everyone’s names on these. Was there someone you had in mind? I can give you their snowflake now.”

He arched his brow. “Wouldn’t that be against the rules?”

“Well, since this was our idea,” she gestured to her sister-in-law, “and we made up the rules, I don’t see why we can’t adjust them a little as needed, right, Ange?”

“Right! Besides, we’re almost done, so you could just wait while we hang them on the tree. Or we could give you the one you want so you don’t have to look through them all.” Ian’s wife leaned forward and lowered her voice conspiratorially. “So, whose flake do you want?”

Since he didn’t want to miss out on being Matthew’s Secret Santa, he’d let the two women play matchmakers—there seemed to be quite a few in the club. He eyed the piles in front of them. “Have you written out Matthew’s yet?”

“Matthew Behan? Yes! Oh, he’s perfect for you!”

All three subs frantically searched through several dozen snowflakes, making a mess of the piles.

“Here it is!” Sterling held up the white filigree paper and waved it high above his head before passing it to Del.

Sure enough, it had Matthew’s full name and “100% fabulously gay” written in the center. Del grinned.

“I just need three clues from you by Friday so we can print them out on a card,” Kristen said while penciling Del’s name next to Matthew’s on a checklist.

Angie handed him a small sheet of paper. “Here are some suggestions for the types of clues you can use. You can send them to me or Kristen—our email addresses are at the bottom. We figured that was easier than trying to track us down during the week since we’re not always here.” Both women had a child under the age of two, so their club time had understandably decreased since giving birth.

After scanning the list, Del folded it and the snowflake twice before sticking them into the back pocket of his black jeans. “I’ll make sure you have them before Friday. Thank you very much, subbies.”

“You’re welcome, Sir,” the trio replied in unison.

Chapter Three

“O

h, c’mon, Kristen. Tell me who got my snowflake. Please!” Matthew gave her his best puppy-dog eyes with his hands clasped under his chin. He was dying to know who’d chosen him for tonight’s Secret Santa. When his friend wouldn’t cave and just shook her head, he turned to her sister-in-law. “Pretty please, Angie, with cherries and multiple orgasms on top!”

“Nope. You have to guess like everyone else. Besides, I don’t remember who got your name, and Master Mitch has the list now, right, Kristen?”

“Right.”

“Bull crap.” Scowling, which he didn’t often do because he didn’t want permanent frown lines before he was eighty—he took pride in his perfect pores and smooth skin—Matthew pointed a freshly manicured finger from one woman to the other and back again. “No wonder you two always get punished by your Doms—neither of you can bluff. I’d make a killing if we played poker. Master Mitch may have the list, but I’m sure you two memorized it before giving it to him.”

Yesterday, he’d taken the last of his final exams. He was positive he passed all the practicals—when the paramedicstudents role-played how they would treat patients in the field based on different scenarios. The individual tests included running a cardiac arrest, EKG interpretation and subsequent treatment, trauma assessment, and scene management, among others, and he got through them all without any errors. However, as expected, the written exam was rough. Many paramedic students didn’t pass their first time and had to retake it. Matthew prayed he didn’t fall into that category. After walking out at the end of the test, he repeatedly second-guessed several questions he’d stumbled on.

He couldn’t do anything about it now but wait, so he tried to push his worry to the back of his mind and focus on something else—currently wondering which Dom had his snowflake. Hopefully, it was someone compatible, engaging, and deliciously handsome.

He had the night off after swapping shifts with a single mother EMT so she wouldn’t have to work on Christmas next week. Many police officers, firefighters, EMTs, and paramedics throughout the city often rearranged their schedules to let coworkers with little ones celebrate the holidays with them. The swap had been a win/win for Matthew anyway, letting him attend the Secret Santa. The Covenant always had fun games and events throughout the year, especially before the winter holidays, and he tried not to miss them. And now that his exams were over, he wanted topar-tay!

Several new gay Doms had joined the club over the last few months, but he hadn’t played with any of them yet because of his school and work schedules. However, he could now look forward to getting to know them, especially the yummy Master Del.

Now there’s a Dom I could seriously get into. Or let him get into me, pun intended!

Many people stood at the bar on the club’s second floor, waiting for one of the bartenders to notice them. The place waspacked, which wasn’t unusual during December. Even though Saturday nights were already the busiest at the club, it appeared as if almost every member was there, probably because of the Secret Santa event.

Last night, Matthew had been too exhausted, mentally and physically, to attend the annual Reindeer Races, which involved Sybians, a grid marked off on the floor, and a pair of big fuzzy dice. Subs rode the ultimate vibrating sex machines, complete with a dildo attachment, while the Doms rolled the dice. Whoever’s number came up was pushed forward one space on the grid. If a “reindeer” reached the finish line first, their reward was an orgasm. Any contestant who came before crossing the finish line had to race again. The record so far was four races in a row by a female submissive two years ago, and she’d nearly passed out from the multiple orgasms. Master Mitch finally took pity on her and let her sit out for the remainder of the event.

The Reindeer Races occurred in the garden, a domed annex added two years ago. With potted trees, shrubs, flowers, and grassy areas, it was like an indoor hedonistic Eden mixed with BDSM equipment, colorful cabanas, and comfortable seating. When the dome roof was retracted, it let in the fresh air, and you could see the stars and moon. For security, a thin mesh netting across the opening apparently reflected light when seen from above, so no one could use a drone or helicopter to take photos of the people playing in the garden. From below, you almost couldn’t tell the netting was there. It was really cool.

In addition to the bar, the second floor of the main club also had seating areas, offices, stock rooms, and a boutique that offered toys, fet-wear, lingerie, and various other items. A massive opening in the center of the upper floor allowed people to observe the cavernous play area below. A grand staircase led down to the “pit,” as the dungeon was dubbed when the club first opened. Under the bar were the locker rooms and lounges forboth men and women. At the far end of the pit were twenty-four private playrooms, some with viewing windows.

Since neither woman standing in front of him would give in to his pleading, he sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. “All right. Fine. I’ll play along if I must. How does this go again?”

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