Page 30 of Volatile

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Chapter Nine

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Jon swung into thelot on Archer Street and drove into the underground parking structure. To those unaware, it looked like nothing more than an inconspicuous building in a bustling part of town. There were plenty of flashy nightclubs and restaurants surrounding the area; why would anyone give the old, unassuming warehouse a second glance?

If only they knew the kink that occurred inside. It might just blow their mind.

He parked the car and headed to the elevator, tapping in the code. The club was located on the lowest floor, and it was strictly invitation only. Fortunately, he’d spoken with Nico beforehand and arranged a visit. Not that he needed one; he was always welcome, but it was common courtesy to call first.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to the club’s bouncer. The guy was new and unfamiliar, so Jon took the time to go through procedure, stating purpose and identity. They were strict with policy, and he appreciated to find that hadn’t changed since his last visit. But with Nico in charge, it could be no other way. A safe environment was his livelihood.

Jon went through security and the double glass doors, darkened to an outsider, although the chances of them even getting to this point were practically nil. One step inside and everything rushed back: the sounds, the stimulation, the sex. It was a complete assault on the senses, and it soothed him.

This was his world of perfectly controlled chaos.

Jon glanced around, noting how everything still looked exactly the same. Except for a time or two, it’d been years since he’d stepped foot there, not since Jacque began having her private parties in her home. He wondered how many people he’d still recognize.

He walked through the open sitting area, a toned-down space compared to the rest of the club. It was filled with comfortable couches and chairs, a place to talk and negotiate, to get to know one another better before agreeing to take it further. The only play allowed occurred outside the confines of this room. There were plenty of public and private rooms available for that purpose.

While nearing closer to the bar area, he navigated around the bend, catching the eye of a sub briefly before she looked down, a slight upturn of her mouth. Ali. He’d played with her on several occasions, and despite his time away, she appeared to still remember him. She looked as beautiful as ever, unclothed, leash around her neck, being led into one of the private rooms. Jon didn’t recognize the Dom who’d claimed her for the night, but he envied him a second. Ali was highly receptive, had very few limits, and entered subspace easily. Not to mention a mouth and a cunt like a velvet vise-grip. She’d been highly sought after when he frequented the place, and he doubted that anything had changed. But despite all her attributes, Jon wouldn’t request her again, even if he started returning to the club. Her hair and build were all wrong. Even with her kneeling, he couldn’t pass her off as someone else.

He turned away, allowing himself a moment. The only woman better than Ali at dropping into subspace was Julia. He missed that feeling of complete control. When she’d gone into that space, he felt like nothing could touch either of them. He owned her to the very essence. Everything that made her, her was his. It was a fucking dream.

He shook it off. There was no time for this shit.

“Nico around?” Jon asked, stepping up to the bar. There were two unfamiliar men behind the counter, and either one could be the man he came for.

The shorter of the two jacked a thumb towards the back. “In the office.”

“Thanks.” He patted the bar top and headed in that direction. He knew exactly where it was.

Nico sat at his desk, head down, working on paperwork. Jon rapped on the open door and took a few steps inside, noticing Viv collared and curled by his feet. He experienced a second of simultaneous happiness and jealousy. After all these years they were still together. Except now, she was wearing his collar.

“Jon!” The giant of a man stood up, towering Jon’s six-two frame. The guy was a beast. He grabbed his hand and smacked him on the back. “Long time, man.”

“Yes, it has.”

Nico looked down at Viv. “You remember Master Jon.” Fuck, it’d been a while since anyone had called him that.

“Of course. How are you doing, Sir?”

Jon nodded. “I’m doing well, Vivian. Thank you.”

Nico grasped her wrist and gently raised her up. Stroking her cheek, he said, “Give us a minute and shut the door behind you. I’ll send for you when we’re finished.”

“Yes, Master.”

She padded out of the room on bare feet, head down, exiting quietly. Jon raised an eyebrow. “When did this happen?”

“What can I say? Good subs are hard to find.”

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