Page 1 of Reclaiming Home

Chapter One

Brodie

Isat on a nice leather couch in one of the playrooms of my favorite kink club in Seattle, with my best friend on my lap. His violently red curls cascaded over my shoulder with the way he’d flipped them to one side.

“You feelin’ good, sweetness?” I asked, petting his hip near the strap of his jock.

“Mhmm…,” Rian managed to reply. He was still not quite back from his flight, as he called subspace.

We had a two hour slot booked and had half an hour left, so we were in no rush. For two completely platonic friends, we meshed well in the kink ways, and sometimes, like tonight, we would scene together.

It mostly happened when neither of us could find anyone else and/or when we wanted something safe and comfortable. Kink wasn’t all about excitement for us, it was about comfort, too. A release without the sexual component was still a release. We’d stuck to non-sexual play after figuring out we didn’t really feel like that about each other years ago.

I felt energized instead of sleepy, like I often did when I saw my submissive fly. It wasn’t a given, of course, and most of the time it was hard work to get a sub there, but I tried my best and when it did happen, it was the best thing. On occasion, it got me to Domspace, too. That’s why I didn’t need to get off physically.

I wasn’t what someone might call a lifestyle Dom. I went long periods without finding a play partner, and had never had a live-in boyfriend who was also my submissive. I didn’t see that in my future, either. I was good with people when I had to be, but I was a solitary being by choice outside Rian and some friends I ran with on full moons.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Rian didn’t react, so I just squeezed him harder.

“Come in,” I called, knowing that nobody would interrupt if it wasn’t important.

One of the club’s submissives, Tino, peered in. “I’m so sorry, Sir, but you said to watch your phone?”

Instantly, I was on alert. “What happened?”

“Your sister has tried to call, twice.”

Rian perked up at that. “Check what she wants,” he murmured, gesturing for Tino vaguely.

Tino stepped inside and handed me my phone.

“Well done, boy,” I told him, half-distracted already.

“Thank you, Sir.” He quickly left the room.

I’d only asked Tino to keep an eye on my phone for any calls from my current boss or my sister while he’d been doing inventory in the back of the bar. With Rian right there with me, I didn’t have anyone else I would’ve interrupted a scene for.

Rian made to move off my lap, but I didn’t let him yet. I saw three missed calls from “Sister” now. Bella was six years older, and our relationship was difficult, but we were the only blood family we had left that we cared about. Well, there were two cousins, but we weren’t close.

I swiped to call her back. The ring tone had barely time to play twice before she answered.

“Brodie,” she said, and immediately I knew something was wrong from her tone.

“What’s going on, Sis?”

“I hope I’m not interrupting—”

“I’m at the club with Rian, but we were done.”

“Hi, Bella,” Rian singsonged tiredly.

“Oh, sorry, hi Rian. I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t kind of urgent. I guess?”

“You guess?” I kept from sighing, barely.

“Ben called. He thinks there’s something going on at Rusty’s.”

The way my stomach filled with lead was impressive. Rian heard everything Bella was saying and frowned, coming out of the remnants of his subspace a bit faster than I would’ve liked.

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