Page 72 of Rogue Royal
He peppered kisses all over Mav’s face and claimed his lips in a fierce kiss, meant to remind them both of what they had. He wanted nothing more than to express his love for the amazing man in front of him, but he wanted it to be in a place that was special to them, not just anywhere.
When Mav pulled away, gasping for breath and looking like he was ready to be devoured, it made Douglas take a step back after ensuring Mav was steady on his feet.
“You test my resolve.” Douglas kept stepping backwards, knowing there was nothing between him and the door.
Mav curled the edges of his lips, and Douglas took in everything about him. He wore navy suit trousers and a waistcoat with a light blue shirt. All he needed was a watch strap hanging from his pocket, and he’d be the image of how someone might dress in the 19thcentury. Douglas bit his lip as his back hit the door.
“I’ll be at yours after the lesson. Is that okay?”
“I’ll be waiting,” Mav whispered.
Douglas fumbled with the handle but managed to get out the door without appearing too much of a fool. He aimed for his rooms and changed into something less formal, though he would change when he got to the club, which he did as soon as he was there. Clarice had explained what the sub wanted to experience, and Douglas mentally prepared himself. The sub wanted to try out the suspension bar and flogging. Clarice had done her homework and found out the sub had experience with other impact play instruments; therefore, this next step for them wasn’t out of the ordinary. Some subs didn’t have anyone they could experiment with, and some had trouble choosing a stranger from the club, understandably.
He entered the teaching room, which was equipped with many items to accommodate the different aspects of BDSM as much as possible. They packed away the suspension bar in a cupboard after each use, and Douglas set everything up, ready for when the sub would arrive. Checking everything was in place, he exited and grabbed several bottles of water from the bar before returning.
Setting the bottles to one side, he scratched at his chin. As much as he enjoyed the BDSM aspect of his life, he could do without the extras he had to take part in, mainly without the monitoring. The teaching part was great, but now that he had Mav, even that didn’t grab him as much as it had before. If it was only part of his private life, he’d be happier.
A knock brought him from his musings, and he stepped over to the door, opening it wide. A tall, slender man with closely cropped hair stood on the other side, his hands lightly clasped in front of him, eyes lowered.
“Umar?”
“Yes, Master Douglas. Thank you for taking the time to teach me.”
“You’re welcome. Come on in.”
Umar crossed the threshold, never once lifting his gaze, and stopped in the middle of the room.
“I understand you wish to try the suspension bar with flogging today. Is that correct?” Douglas came to a stop in front of him.
“Yes, Master Douglas.”
“Look at me.” Umar lifted his head, meeting Douglas’s gaze. What he saw behind them made him pause, but it disappeared before he could decipher it. “What are your safe words?”
“The traffic lights, please, sir.”
“Good. They have given me your aftercare requirements. Are you ready to begin?”
“Yes, sir.”
Douglas led him over to the suspension bar where Umar disrobed. “As this is your first attempt at flogging, I will concentrate on your thighs and ass. If at any time you are not happy with what we are doing, what do you do?”
“Say red if I want you to stop, and yellow if I need a breather.”
“Good. Let’s get you strapped in.”
Douglas focused on fastening the buckles into place, then moved to raise the bar until only the pads of Umar’s feet were touching the floor. His muscles bunched, and his body tensed for several seconds before the tension released.
“Colour?”
“Green, sir.”
Douglas stepped over to the toy cupboard, selecting the leather-tasselled flogger, which was what they used for a first-timer. He squeezed his hand around the handle, the leather squeaking, and waved it from side to side to make a swishing sound. Umar could see everything he was doing, although he had his head lowered.
“Ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
Douglas trailed behind Umar, sliding his hands over the area of his legs and ass he was going to be flogging. That minor act made him think of Mav, and he hesitated because he was touching another person who wasn’t his lover. Brushing the thought aside, Douglas lifted his hand away and readied himself.
