Page 16 of Surrender

From the way he’s looking at me, he’s having the same sort of reaction. His eyes are dark with need and desire alike, though he doesn’t let it seep into his voice as he replies, “Of course. Where else would a needy little fox sit?”

“He’s sitting at the table,” Briar suddenly announces. “Because I made spaghetti for all of us. Just give him a bit of leeway with his hands so he can handle a plastic fork.”

I turn to glare at them. They must have done that on purpose, just to spoil my fun.

Cristiano rolls his eyes as he gets up. “I’m going to set you up on another blind date just so I can ruin it when things start going well,” he says.

Briar scoffs at him. “Since when do blind dates ever go well? Checkmate, boss daddy. Get your ass to the table if you want to eat.”

I take Cristiano’s offered hand, ignoring the pain in my back, and let him lead me to a boring dish of spaghetti and sauce, seated properly at a table.

The other version sounded so much more fun.

CHAPTER FIVE

CRISTIANO

Fox can’t be comfortable, but imagining his discomfort has my cock hard in my pants. I can’t help but flash a smirk at him, one he returns with a dark look, and I chuckle. I check in at the front, powering down my phone and tucking it away so I’m not distracted, and I introduce Fox as my “plus one.”

Jeremy, who’s seen me here for years, blinks at Fox but doesn’t offer any commentary as he puts our respective wristbands on—mine, for dominant; Fox’s, for taken, though I don’t know if Fox understands the color coding of this particular club.

“Come on,” I say, leading Fox inside. “The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get that cage off your cock.” My smirk gets even bigger. “Or you can leave it on forever. You know. It’s really up to you. Consequences of your actions and all that.”

It’s only a shame I’d had to take the collar off. His throat looks bare now. Especially since he’s wearing a dark t-shirt along with tight leather pants that show off his ass beautifully.

It’s tight enough to hint at what’s going on underneath his pants, too.

Fox bares his teeth at me for a second. “Don’t worry, Daddy. I’ll behave.” His eyes begin scanning the room. It’s set up a bit like a bar, with only one public play space. There are plenty of private rooms for people who want to get a bit more hot and heavy.

And of course, some people are wearing chains and kneeling or crawling, even out here.

Fox’s eyes catch on one of the women sitting at the feet of a man. He looks down at his wristband, then back to her.

“Awfully presumptuous of the clerk,” Fox says. “What if I didn’t want this color?”

“You’re my guest,” I say, as though I had nothing to do with the selection of the bracelet. “At least I didn’t give you a submissive tag. Everyone would’ve been all over you then.” I’d have had to fend them off, of course, because no one is touching Fox but me.

The possessiveness is strange, but I can’t help it. For as long as I’m keeping him, he’s going to be mine.

“Yeah?” Fox leans in close to me and wraps his arms around my neck. “Then why aren’t you wearing the same color as me? Since you’re also taken? Or are you going to cheat on me, Daddy?”

“With the first person I see,” I say without missing a beat. “Hello, Heather.”

The dark-haired submissive smiles up at me, “Hello, sir.” She looks curiously at Fox, and I can’t blame her for wondering what’s going on. I don’t think I’ve ever brought a man with me, and I’ve never left with one. I’ve occasionally taken one to the private rooms for a session, but the fact that I’m bisexual can’t be a very open secret.

New Bristol is a bitch that way.

Fox only steps in closer to me, resting his head against my shoulder and wrapping his arms around my chest possessively. “Hmm. No wonder you moved on, if these are the kind of people you played with before.”

Heather’s never been the type to play nicely with others, and her eyes flash dangerously at the comment. “Your submissive isn’t very friendly,” she says with a frown that makes her full lips look somehow less appealing.

“You know how the clingy ones are,” I say, my voice dry—like I’m not talking to one of the clingiest subs at Club Alpha. I pat one of Fox’s hands. “Is Peter here yet? Business before pleasure, I’m afraid.”

Heather pouts at me, but she nods. “I saw him with Linda. Silvano and Dan are with him too. It looked like Linda was going to have a very good night.” She motions toward one of the more private areas of the club.

“Sorry for Linda, but I’m gonna have to cut her fun short,” I say. “Maybe the two of you can find solace in each other’s arms.”

“She won’t even try to pick up a flogger,” Heather says with an exaggerated sigh. “I’ll just wait for you to finish up.”

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