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Chapter Two
Another night, another disappointment.Bo Olsteen didn’t know why he’d bothered checking in at the club. He hadn’t seen anyone he wanted to do more than talk with in months. Since moving to the town of Ravon, he hadn’t even gotten laid. Worse, he hadn’t had a scene, hadn’t been able to wield his whip, flogger or any of his beloved tools.
“The Hooded Monogamist rides again,”said a familiar voice from behind him. “Alone, of course. Are you ever going to take off that executioner’s hood?”
Bo turned and flipped off Quarry, one of the club owners. “Fuck off, Quar. You know why I wear it.”
Quar nodded. “Yup. The whole Dom who loves leather thing, I do get it, but that doesn’t mean I won’t pick on you. You’ve been coming here for months now, Bo, and no matter what boycomes panting after you, you turn him down. Ofcourse,I’m going to give you shit about that.”
“I just haven’t seen anyone who has really caught my attention. Although, okay, maybe I’m being too picky.” He could at least get laid, or, if it came down to making a choice, set up a nonsexual scene with someone. He needed the freedom BDSM gave him. It might have seemed like a contrary way to think,since all the power was in the sub’s hands when it came to BDSM, but that was just it. Bo could let himself go and know that the sub would lay out hard limits not to be crossed.
“The problem is, I don’t know what subs will really speak up if I’m too rough,” Bo admitted since Quar just kept staring at him. “I need to put someone over the bench and beat their ass, see someone submit, and be ableto trust they’ll stop me—”
“Most of the subs here are good boys, as I’ve told you before, but since none of them appeal to you, maybe— Yeah. There ya go,” Quar said, interrupting Bo. He pushed at Bo’s shoulder, encouraging him to pivot. “That guy. Wow, I haven’t seen him in a while. Didn’t know what happened to him. Anyway, that pretty blond over there? That’s Larry. Plain name, but he is toughas nails and he doesn’t play around. By that, I mean— You know what? Go talk to him yourself.” Quar pushed at Bo. “Go on.”
Since the man Quar had pointed out seemed to be coiled as tight as any spring Bo had ever seen, Bo decided to approach him—Larry.Quar was right. That was a plain name for a man as attractive as Larry was.
Bo stopped a few feet in front of Larry, who was still walking downthe side aisle of the club, greeting people who spoke to him.
That gave Bo more time to study Larry. Medium height, or average, perhaps, with blond hair that gleamed under the club lights. The hair was just past Larry’s shoulders. Larry’s body carried only a bit of bulk, like he worked out enough to stay in shape, but not enough to turn into a muscle-hound like Bo himself.
Larry didn’t noticeBo until he walked right into him.
“Umph.” Larry had turned his head just in time to smoosh it against Bo’s chest.
Rather than reach for Larry, Bo kept his hands at his sides. “Careless, sub.”
Larry jerked his head up, eyes blazing, mouth open in a way that looked like curse words were fixing to spew out of it.
Bo raised one hand, held up one finger. “I’d be very careful what you say here,boy.”
The ire in Larry’s eyes turned into something else. Something that sure looked like need to Bo.
“I’m waiting for your apology,” Bo said in his deepest voice.
Larry blinked, then snapped his mouth shut.
Bo liked a challenge. “That’s right. Save it until you’re on your knees for me. Then I’ll cane your ass until you scream for forgiveness.”
Larry’s nostrils flared and he shivered.
Bowaited to see if he’d pushed too far, if his punishment would be considered too much for Larry—or if Larry even wanted to play.
Larry stared back at him the entire time, not acting like any sub Bo had ever met.
After a moment, Larry spoke. “I don’t mix sex and scenes. I’m not a sub outside of a playroom or any other spot we agree upon. You want me to beg forgiveness?” Larry shivered a secondtime. “You want to cane me? I want that, too. But I won’t so much as jack you off or let you jerk off on me.”
While that was a little disappointing, Bo wouldn’t turn Larry down. There’d been more than one play-partner Bo had been with over the years who hadn’t wanted sex involved in any way. It wasn’t a problem for him.
But Larry was sexy and fierce, and he had a chip on his shoulder, or soit seemed to Bo. Larry was a challenge, but Bo didn’t want to try to tear away Larry’s rules any more than he wanted to ignore Larry’s limits set out for BDSM.
“Get us a key and I’ll get my gear,” Bo said before Larry could take his silence for a refusal. “Be naked and kneeling when I get to the room.”
Larry winked at him and strolled toward the Dom who handed out the keys to the individualplayrooms.
Almost instantly, a young, dark-haired man appeared beside Bo. “He won’t let you beat him and fuck him, Sir. I would. I’d let you do anything to me. We can leave, and he’ll get over it.”
Bo hated being a jerk, but he hated other people being jerks, too. “Not happening.” He didn’t glance at anyone else as he headed out of the club to get his gear. Bo had a nice leather duffel bag hekept in the trunk of his car just in case he met someone he found interesting.
