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Barron turned for the door without saying goodbye to his brothers. Johnny Gun followed close behind.

CHAPTER THREE

Nightshade was busy for a Thursday night. The need for emotional and sexual release had brought out a big crowd, and it wasn’t even ten p.m. yet. Barron and Johnny G moved past a couple arguing about membership fees with Marie, the lady handling admissions at the front desk. Barron waved as he reached the metal security door leading to the dungeon, and Marie nodded. A click indicated the lock had been opened for him. Smiling at Marie, he pushed it in, then let it go when Johnny G walked through.

Entering the dungeon always had a surreal effect on Barron, as if with each visit, he traveled between dimensions. The heavy security door was the gateway between two entirely different environments. On one side, regular human activities, complex, inhibited, and at times tormented, took place. On the dungeon side, dreams and fantasy came alive within a magical world of anonymity and nonjudgmental tolerance. He needed this acceptance to be himself. Whenever the monster in him woke up, Nightshade soothed the urge and he was good again, if not permanently, for a while at least.

“Are you going to your locker?” Barron asked Johnny Gun.

“For what reason?”

“To get your bag.”

“Nah.” Shaking his head, Johnny Gun glanced around the long dungeon. “I came with no expectations, and I’m not after sex either. I’ll go with the flow. A fun spanking session will do the trick. I can use the dungeon equipment. The staff sanitizes everything after use.”

“Evening, gentlemen. Barron, Johnny Gun. It’s been a while.”

Barron recognized the deep voice speaking next to him. Master Darius, Nightshade’s owner and senior trainer, had taken the time to say hello. That was an honor. The impressive bald man towered over him and Johnny G. He wore skintight black latex pants and a strappy leather harness that showcased his ripped chest and arms. In the dungeon’s half-light, his gold nipple bars glimmered against his chocolate-brown skin. Idle tongues murmured that Master Darius had served in Special Forces years ago. Considering his tremendous build, Barron didn’t doubt it.

“How’s the club doing, Master Darius?” Barron shook his hand. “I’ve missed coming. But my president has kept me busy traveling in and out of the state on club business. My schedule has changed, and he’s keeping me in town for a while. You’ll see me more often. You know I love coming to Nightshade.”

“I know. The club’s doing really well and growing. Thanks for asking. Tina and Rosalie have been asking for you. But they’re not in tonight.”

“Have they?” Barron gave a soft laugh. “They’re both great subbies. We’ve had fun together.”

“I’m sure they’ll be happy to see you return to Nightshade.” Master Darius turned to Johnny Gun. “We saw you around a couple of times, but then you stopped coming altogether. What’s your excuse? Club business too?”

“Kinda, but not as important as Barron’s business.” Johnny Gblew out a breath. “I’ve been helping our tech guy set up his security systems and learning stuff from him. It also felt weird coming without my bud.”

Master Darius gave him a big smile. “I understand. There was a time when my best bud and I didn’t hang out in dungeons without each other. We were an inseparable duo. Did everything together.” He laughed. “I’m over that now. Is Blade going through with the agency?”

“Oh, yeah,” Barron said. “Full steam ahead. We’ll be ready to start by the end of this month or early next. If we have cases to investigate and solve.”

“You’ll be busy. Count on it. I could be one of your first,” Master Darius said.

“Is that so? Why don’t you give me some prelim details?” Barron asked. “We can do research ahead of your visit.”

Master Darius shook his head. “Not ready for that yet. But I’ll be coming by your office soon. Meanwhile, why don’t you check out the improvements and changes in the dungeon?”

Barron scanned the expanse of the room. “Changes? I don’t see anything new.”

“But there are. We bought the business next door, tore down the wall, and expanded the dungeon. That’s why you can’t see the additions from here. We have four private rooms. There was a huge demand for those and a brand-new Littles’ playroom. Age-regression play has grown in popularity, to such a degree that some of our clients were engaging in age play in the main dungeon.” Darius grimaced. “Not a good idea. So we built our age players a private room. I’m not sure if that’s your kink or if you know much about it, but I’d be pleased if you checked it out anyway and gave me your opinion. We consulted experts, and it has all the bells and whistles necessary to please Littles, Middles, and their Daddies and Mommies.”

Master Darius had no idea the effect his words had on Barron.As he explained about the Littles’ playroom, an aching burn wrapped around his heart and squeezed. Slowly, Yoanni took shape deep in his mind in all her glorious beauty. If Blade had told the truth about her, Barron would have to show her this room, hoping she’d enjoy playing in it…

Get your head out of your ass. Yoanni isn’t yours.

He sensed the Master’s dark, perceptive gaze on him. Falling back on his Dominant training, Barron controlled his facial expression and gave nothing away. “Sounds interesting.” He kept his voice steady. “I’ll take a peek while I scope out the situation in the dungeon. It’s been a while, and I’m eager to find an expert submissive willing to play with me.”

“That should be no problem for either one of you.” Darius nodded. “I’m glad you’re back. The Spawn are always welcome at Nightshade. Your membership will remain active for as long as y’all want. Have fun, gentlemen. I’ll see you out on the floor.”

“Thank you, Master Darius,” Barron said as the huge man walked away.

“Now what?” Johnny Gun asked.

Barron shrugged. “I’m a bit curious about the Littles’ room, but I also want to check out the subbies section. Wanna come?”

“Sure. Lead the way.”

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