Page 59 of Claimed (The Courtside King Duology 2)

Breck slowed, checking it out. “Wait… Rentals forwhat?”

Kai fought a grin. “Gear… Garb… Companions.”

“Companions?”

“Sure. Why not? Think escort service.” He smirked. “Or transient pet.”

Breck eyed him dubiously. “They rentanimalshere?”

“In a manner of speaking.”

Right on cue, a couple exited said rental shop, one clearly a leather daddy, the other dressed in puppy gear. Breck gaped—specifically at the guy on a leash, fully clad in PVC from head to toe, his onyx outfit complete with a pup mask and wagging tail.

“Oh. My. God,” Breck muttered, looking at Kai.

Kai just grinned and continued walking.

Breck stared over his shoulder at the man and his pup.

“Hmm,” Kai mused. “I think you like that.”

Breck quickly turned back and coughed a laugh. “No… That’s just… you know…weird.”

“Weird is in the eye of the beholder.”

“You telling me you think that’snormal?”

Kai laughed. “What’s normal? Look around you. Everything is relative.”

Breck pursed his lips but didn’t reply. He did, however, steal one last glimpse over his shoulder.

Kai smiled, entertained by his bewilderment. And a little turned on, if truth be told. Breck’s inexperience with kink was… appealing. How he’d love to introduce him to a little bit more. Witness his reaction. Taste his apprehension. Full-on savor every nuance of his thrill. He suspected Breck would acquire quite a taste for all things ‘unorthodox’ when all was said and done.

They passed a few more shops to their left, but then Breck glanced across the wide-open center. “What’s that?”

He pointed to one business in particular, where couples were entering through a set of double doors. Only it wasn’t one of Dom District’s typical businesses. No large glass entries with things on display to buy or lease. Just a factory-grade sign by the entrance that readDon’t Make a Mess.

“Rooms for rent.”

Breck chuckled awkwardly. “Oh.”

“Surprised?”

Breck fought a smile, and then shook his head. “Yeah, not really, no.”

Kai grinned and motioned to the door up ahead where a half dozen patrons had gathered and were watching a class. “The workshop where I teach Shibari.”

They pulled to a stop. Breck peered over the others. “The design that I helped you with, this is where you taught it that night?”

“It is.”

Breck stilled as he got an eyeful. Another class was in session, but not for Shibari. Rather, a demonstration on how to properly flog one’s sub, the instructor’s assistant shackled face-first to the room’s back wall. And by the look of said assistant’s bright-red backside, they’d been ‘demonstrating’ for quite a while.

Breck cringed as those tassels met flesh. “That’sgotto hurt.”

“He likes it,” Kai assured. “Remember, everything’s consensual.”

Breck seemed to ponder that as they continued on. Finally, they came to the exhibition room. A spacious enclosure with a large glass window. But unlike their last stop, no event was in progress. Again, they drew to a stop.

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