Page 31 of Mob Knight

“How long ago was your last Dom?”

“Four months. I was with him for a year, but it wasn’t fulfilling.”

I cock an eyebrow and wait.

“He wanted to make it romantic, and I didn’t.”

“Was it monogamous?”

“Yes, except for when we went to the club where we met.”

As I gaze down at her, I know I don’t want to touch another woman. The idea is as off-putting as it gets. The idea of another man touching her in front of me makes me want to tear the imaginary guy’s head off. I didn’t have this visceral a reaction when I met my last sub or discussed our arrangement.

“Cormac, I don’t want to be with or have you see me with another guy. I enjoy threesomes, but I don’t need them. Maybe in the future, but right now—I—I don’t want the distraction.” She rushes to finish her thought.

“I won’t share you, Joey. Not now. Not in the future. We’re both monogamous, or we’re nothing. If I find out you?—”

“Cormac, I won’t break my promise. If I find someone else I want to fuck, or if I find someone I want to date, I will end this. If you don’t want a threesome with a guy, then we won’t.”

“I don’t want a threesome period. If you want a woman to join us?—”

“No.”

That’s as definitive an answer as there ever was one.

“Good. I would have if that’s what you want, but I do not.”

She shifts to look around the bar and notices her friends are back at their table. I follow her gaze, and the three women watch us. They appear curious about our conversation, but they seem bored at being here.

“I don’t bring guys home, Cormac.”

“And I don’t bring women over.”

“The only way out of that impasse is a club. I belong to Cries and Whispers.”

We are definitely not going there. It’s a bratva owned club as of last year. I sold my silent quarter share because it’s one a few other syndicate couples enjoy, so none of my family will step foot in there. We know each other’s business and that we’re all kinky as fuck. But that doesn’t mean I need any of their nasty arses seeing me fuck.

“I belong to Obsidian.” And own a quarter.

So does Seamus because all the men my age in my family own significantsilentshares of the best clubs to have access to their confidential member lists. It pays to know where the rich and powerful go to get their rocks off.

Her eyes widen. It’s one of the most exclusive BDSM clubs in the country, and it’s one that caters to just about any and every idea. If anything’s unavailable, it will be within twelve hours. The wait list is six years long.

She glances at her friends before she nods. I step aside, and she hurries over to the women while I collect our two quartersand return the cues. I know people want the table, but no one dared come over to me and interrupt my conversation. The regulars know better, and after I kicked that dumb fuck out, even the random people aren’t interested in approaching me.

Me

I’m headed out with Jocelyn. I’m not available until the morning.

Seamus

Don’t feck it up.

Trust my brother’s immediate response to be words of encouragement.

Me

Bye

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