Page 44 of Volatile

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Chapter Twelve

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This time the bouncerrecognized him, and he got into the building with little fanfare. He didn’t call first. If Nico wasn’t available, he’d wait. It might end up doing him some good.

The place was hopping, and Jon wondered if there was a special event going on. He’d been so far out of the club scene and had no idea which nights were reserved for which activities. He stepped farther inside, the Goth and techno combo fucking with his chest. The beats made his pulse race, the music’s aura vitalizing him. It was starting to suck him in. He ran his hand over the smooth red leather of the couch as he passed by, careful not to touch the pretty submissive sitting there with her eyes turned down to her lap. After he finished what he came to do, he should stay awhile. Take advantage of the rush. Maybe then he’d actually get some sleep that night.

He went directly to Nico’s office and found it empty, so he scoped out a spot by the bar. He found a seat at the end, noting four bartenders on staff. Not one of them was Joshua, but that was fine. He wasn’t there to speak with him again.

“Damn, Jon! Is that you?”

He swung his head to the side to see his old buddy, Michael, coming up to him. Jon grinned when he yanked his arm and pulled him in. “Fuck, man. I thought you died.”

“Still alive and kicking. Just haven’t gotten out much lately.”

“You’re here now.” Michael dragged over a stool. “Good night for it too.”

Jon nodded. “I can see that.”

“Most of the private rooms are full, but they could use a few more in the dungeon if you’re up for overseeing some training sessions.”

He wondered if they’d gotten any new equipment down there since his last visit. Jon shook his head. It’d all still be there later if he was curious. He needed to stay on track.

“Maybe later. Have you seen Nico? He’s not in the office.”

Michael jerked his head towards the back. “He’s doing a demonstration. Should be almost finished.”

“Thanks.” Jon pushed from the bar. “I’ll go check it out.”

“Which reminds me,” Michael said, “Felicia asked about you not too long ago. I haven’t seen her, but I’m pretty sure she’s here tonight. Remember her?”

“I do.”

The little strawberry blonde could deep throat a cock better than what should have been humanly possible, and she liked to be called a filthy slut while doing it. Verbal humiliation wasn’t his thing, but he didn’t take issue with it. If that’s what the sub needed, that’s what he provided.

It was all well and good in the context of a scene—play was play—but the rules changed inside his own home. What he enjoyed from a casual encounter differed greatly than what he required long-term. But after Julia messed him up, he didn’t even want to share his life with anyone again, so it really didn’t even fucking matter.

“I can set something up. Have her waiting, or any of the others, when you’re finished with Nico.”

Jon considered it for a brief second, all the night’s possibilities spread out before him like sweet fruit ripe for the taking. There was a time when he wouldn’t have hesitated to sample all that was offered. But lately, the only one he played with was Lizbeth, and even she didn’t sound tempting right now.

“I appreciate that, but I’m only here for one reason tonight.”

Michael patted his back. “All right, man, take it easy. Hope to see you around.”

Jon nodded and shook his hand, then navigated through the crowd. He went down to the large open room, which was primarily used for public play and teaching demonstrations, and noted the sign outside the door: Intro to impact play and the proper use of tools.

He peered in, catching Nico massaging Viv with a thick, short cane as she bent over a table. She looked like she’d already been warmed up quite nicely. Her ass was stained red.

“This area here between the buttocks and the top of the thighs can be a sweet spot for many,” Nico said to a full crowd. “It’s a safe place to strike, but it can also cause extreme pain. As with everything I’ve talked about so far, build it up gradually. Don’t start too hard or too fast.”

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